<?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-29997852</id><updated>2011-08-25T06:23:06.930-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>I Did It My Way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-3007654113769607809</id><published>2008-02-05T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:36.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temp-ing days</title><content type='html'>well, today will be my last day of temp-ing. 1 week jiu zhe yang guo le.. had a rather horrible start to the day, however. 1st, arrived at the office an hour late. that really sucked. but the admin manager was really nice and understanding about it. and then was supposed to help one of the VP to print out some reports but just could not get the freaking alignment right? have u ever been thru 1 of these crappy times when u just gonna print out some documents from microsoft words or excel or powerpoint but the stupid print outs just do not obediently turn out the way you want them to be. sometimes they get cut off here and there and the whole layout is just wrong wrong wrong! i did do a print preview, fyi, in case u think i am some sort of microsoft office idiot but there are just so many settings to see to can.. ended up wasting tons of papers (horror horror this is worse than nightmare on alm's street. i hate wasting papers! but then again.. i used tissues liberally all the time.. hmm double-faced woman). to make things worse i am supposed to be printing those reports in colour and guess what? the printer is way back in the back office whereas my station is at the reception desk! hello, blisters on feet! i have to go back and fro to collect the printouts. this may be fine if i am wearing flats or sneakers instead of some grotty 3 INCHES HEELS! sigh.. the curse of the shorties (but i prefer being known as 'petite', as my body is definite balanced and i'm not like having a long torso and short stubby legs ok). mental note: gotta buy some fashionable flat covered shoes for my next job good enuff for OL style. bloody heels. couldnt even run v fast when chasing after the bus or mrt (this is made especially sucky in the rush hours morn when u helpless watch the departing bus getting further and further away from u and deep in your heart u know that u r gonna be late (again.. for the 4th time this week, ohh ohh..) but i digress. technology must be the bane of my life or something. pls, if u r another female being reading this, pls pls pls agree with me that technology is indeed very perplexing and frustrating (oh god dun let me be the only IT moron here pls..). bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it never rains but pours. how true. sucky things come in pairs and groups i tell you. so there were these 3 bankers who arrived at the office to see the finance manager and of coz, my duty is to serve them beverages. u think all guests politely ask for 'water pls, thank u' all the time instead of other fancy stuffs (1 of the banker guys actually replied 'gin and tonic' (it was 11am in the morning) and went ha-ha-ha-just joking, hot green tea pls. ok banker boy, u almost got me there. i must admit i was pretty stunned for a moment b4 giving a weak smile in response to his 11am in the morn joke (my momma has taught me to be a polite girl and we must always try to laugh at others' attempts at making a joke). so off i went into the pantry and ta-da!! guess what? no freaking green tea bags are available! that's freaking great isnt it. i just wanna serve 3 glasses of refreshments so why do i have the feeling that it is so difficult here huh. i know there are can green tea in the fridge though hence i called the finance mgr in the board room (where all 4 of them have already started their meeting). once she picked up i whispered to her discreetly: your guests would like to have hot green tea but we have none in the pantry so could i serve them cold ones instead? immediately i heard the chrous of replies from the banker guests: sure sure not a problem, followed by a little ha-ha-ha. i could die on the spot i tell u.. i'm on the freaking speaker!!! oh god, kill me. now these 3 bankers must be thinking that i am a no life lowly being whose main concern of the day is whether to serve cold green tea to guests or not. shittttt!!!! so there i was, carrying 3 glasses into the board rm (slow and steady now..) trying to push open the door with my shoulder (hands are unavailable). i realised that actually, i have no talent in serving drinks. i pulled out a chair from the table so that i could actually stand closer to the table to place the drinks down and happily, the chair which i had pulled out was spinning around as i kinda knocked into it. oh god...... and u know what is the ultimate worse thing? 1 of the bankers is so cute can! that's it. my life sucks. well if i could bloody serve 3 simple glass of drinks on the ground, FORGET ABOUT SERVING HUNDREDS OF PPLE 35,000 FEET UP IN THE SKY! i think god is trying to let me know that i am not a waitress by nature and if possible, be the one to be served instead of trying to serve other. the moral of the story is: always listen and watch for the little hints and signs that u r not cut out to be what u may always wanna be. when this happens....... pls do give up and find something elses to do which u are Actually Good In. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i am really free now (obviously from my lengthy entry of monotonous happenings). in fact all the bosses and staff have gone out for a company sponsored chinese new year reunion lunch and no prize for guessing right who is the unlucky one who gets stuck in the office answering phonecalls and taking down messages. i console myself that hey! at least i am using work time to update my blog! that's pretty cool right? yup so The Office Temp, aka yours truly, was left behind and excluded from cny lunch but the upside is no one is spying on what i am doing. you can't have your cake and eat it too! (fine, i dun like no stinking cake anyway, ha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have actually watched 3 movies in 5 days' time. 'The Mist' was really good. the kind of tot-provoking movie which makes u think a lot about life for about the next 20min. I feel so sad for the male lead in the show though. What he went thru in the end really sucks to the max. If one day I too shot all my loved ones in the heads to only find help arriving with the next 5 mins, i will go berserk for sure. for me, i thought about how, in normal times now, when food and other supplies are sufficient for all of us, we are ok. but imagine if humans are pushed to their limits, scared half to deaths and led into thinking that they are gonna die, it's really scary what some pple would do just to stay alive. human nature is really hard to comprehend. i once watched this show and this guy in it was asking: what is the biggest and most unpredictable thing in this world? is it the sky? not really. the sky is not that hard to predict actually. the weather only rains, shines or snow. then is it the sea? that's not correct either. bcoz the sea is either peaceful or choppy. it is the human heart, which is so vast and wide, you can never predict what others are thinking and the rationale behind what they do. i find this to be very true indeed. ghosts and monsters are scary but i think the most frightening should be human beings. we have insatiable greed which makes us want more and more and there is always a selfishness in all of us regardless of the extent, it does exists in varies degree in each individual. i guess that's why communism never work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another movie which i also caught over the weekend with my very lovely japanese ex-colleague was 'i am legend'. always had a thing for zombies movies although i am guilty of covering my eyes when zombies are having a killing feasts biting and chewing their ways into human flesh (Eww..). I'm surprised the zombies in this movie are not your typical stupid ones (think 'dawn of the dead') but they are actually really intelligent with the ability to set up traps and stuffs and boy do they move fast. anyway it was another movie which gets u thinking as well. if i am the only person left in this word when, come night times, flesh eating zombies roam on the god-forsaken streets by the millons, i think i'm gonna be so freaked out. i guess i would seriously toy with the idea of ending my life. strange how pple turn to suicide when they are faced with a crisis huh. i guess it's a very human part of us where we have no courage to face the problem and death will then be a rather appealing way out of the situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last night, went to amk hub with shany to watch (i forced her) 'vanished', some cheap jap horror production with low grade scary scenes. i tot it was strange that it was not showing in gv cinemas but at the end of the show i understood why. it was crap. that kind bs which u have sworn and cursed time and time again never to waste your money watching B-grade horror flicks which have meaningless plots and lame effects. but well, i guess this is SG and having nothing much else better to do, we torture ourselves with lousy movies once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm ok i am off to read some magazine now. i think i might actually miss this temp job a little after today.. after all, i have gotten to know the staff here during 1 week stint and they are honestly very lovely and sweet pple. even the ang mohs in the management turn out to be rather nice and not dao like i initially thought they were. it is also good to be relaxing and having really nothing much to do and getting paid for it but... nay... i guess i have to go back to a serious job soon or else i will be really sluggish and my brain might degenerate into mash in time to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember this bunch of lovely pple though and my temp-ing duration here nevertheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last but not least, realise i have not posted pix on my blog for quite a bit. i have just changed hp and didnt really make the effort to install the software and stuffs to my pc so that i can upload my pix. i will do it soon! meanwhile, some pix of me and dawny from our outing last friday where dawny sweetie took pix of us at cable car (a rather nice drinking place which serves excellent chilled draft tiger beers) and i kapo-ed these pix off her blog. LoL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i know that my 'poses' are actually all the same. sigh so sad. must be more creative in the future. dawny is much much more photogenic than me and her cute little apple face always looks good in shots man. Awww~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163371194887834962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/R6f6vrrGDVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pfEwq6pCwTg/s320/CIMG4304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163371276492213602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/R6f60brGDWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oFgXj_FfDFU/s320/CIMG4307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163371345211690354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/R6f64brGDXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0OAJgOoV_9I/s320/CIMG4308.jpg" border="0" /&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/29997852-3007654113769607809?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3007654113769607809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=3007654113769607809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/3007654113769607809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/3007654113769607809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/temp-ing-days.html' title='Temp-ing days'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/R6f6vrrGDVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pfEwq6pCwTg/s72-c/CIMG4304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-5122031061593905161</id><published>2008-01-31T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:40:55.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office Temp</title><content type='html'>hmm.. got myself a temp job, as a security guard (joke). ok ok so i am not working as a security guard la but it almost feel the same to me wor.. how it happened was that i was really getting kinda bored while waiting for my v new and glamorous (ha) job to start after CNY hence i happily took on a temp recept position to kill time. rather pleased with the office. very nice, spacious and quiet with fab glass offices for the management. can totally see what those ang mo big bosses r doing in their offices (is there a voyeur in me?? *horror*) anyway, that's v cool~ I start to imagine maybe one day, I will sit in an office like that too with my female executive power suit and killer heels, bossing junior staff around.. teehee. well anyway! I was told that this is known as 'open office concept'. the staff strength is just right too, with not too many people (so that i dun have to kill too many brain cells remembering names and faces (but i have already killed many brain cells with my VBH (v bad habit*awkward cough*), sigh so sad just thinking about this.. but i digress...) i have quite a bit of time on hand (actually i really have nothing to do like 95% of the time) hence i brought books and mags along to read and now, updating my blog *blushes* currently i am reading 'shopaholic and baby', the latest book from the shopaholic series by sophie kinsella. it's really funny and great for passing time. v chick lit indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found some solace and fun time with the office shredder. u see, my last office does not have one and when i asked my ex-boss to get it he happily told me to tear papers up BY HAND, pointing out that it will be a good form of exercise (i doubt so). so i hope that i am forgiven for being a little too excited with the office shredder. i am always looking forward to shred unwanted papers (actually it is one of my duties to go round collecting unwanted papers at 5pm from the others and shred them). it is the 4th thing i look forward to doing (1st is 5.30pm, 2nd is lunch hour and 3rd is collecting the mails at 2.30pm then chopping 'received' on them. it's lotsa fun!). i dun think there is lack of papers for me to shred around in this office actually. this company waste paper like nobody's business. it's a real crime but i have no say as i am only the office temp hence *shrug*.. i have been doing fun experiments with the shredder though, trying to pull out the papers midway when it's been shredded and boy was i surprised to find that it's not possible to do so. i imagined myself putting my fingers near the opening.. and it really scares the hell outta me (must not have silly tots from now on). but it's fun, temp-ing silly jobs once or twice in your lifetime, is an experience, although getting paid peanuts, but at least i get to surf the internet ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the downside is i am rather alone and went for lunch by myself. yesterday, i had 1 of the worst bowl of yu pian mee fen i have ever eaten. the fish slices are definitely too fishy smelling for my enjoyment. Eww~ totally went to funan mall which is nearby to buy toothbrush and toothpaste so that i can get rid of fishy taste. and today, i shall eat pasta at pasta maniac in funan. really cannot stand local food anymore. so sick of eating mixed rice la or whatever noodle la during lunch. the woes of an OL :( for me, when i get bored with local food, i tend to have fast food or western food instead (yaya bloody 'original') but worry about all those fats and msg. recently i have this vision of having my own house with a beautiful kitchen, and i will be serving up lots and lots of healthy and delicious food, living up to 100yrs old as a result of my conscious effort! (hmm do i wanna live up to 100?? maybe not...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** the same night, after work ***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i blame my big fat mouth. shouldnt have complained about having nothing to do. when i came back from lunch, i suddenly had plenty to do. that is not expected actually, especially for a one wk of temp job. didnt even have the time to complete this entry. aww... anyway i have PLENTY, and i do mean plenty, of papers to shred today in the office. i am no longer amused. in fact, i am v concern about the amt of trash this company generates each day. they r certified tree killers i tell u. i dun even think they even print on recycled papers or have bypass trays on the copiers for the printing of less impt documents. little wonder how global warming comes along and why is that the weather is getting hotter and hotter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;honestly i worry a lot about global warming. i really do. for an obvious reason that.. I DUN REALLY WANNA DIE YET, PLS! god i am such a scaredy cat. *shrug* that's so me. but even if the world doesn't end in our generation, dun u ever think about ur children, or even ur great children's future? well it's a frightening tot for me really, but i wish everybody could really put a little bit more effort into saving mother nature. like they say, it only takes everyone a little effort, a tiny changes here and there and tons of resources could be bloody well conserved, fyi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm maybe i am too exhausted from work. damn i'm weak. gotta be more optimistic about the future and everything. better log off b4 i bored everyone to death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;msg of the day: heal the world, make it a better place, for u and for me and the entire human race (ok, so michael jackson)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-5122031061593905161?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5122031061593905161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=5122031061593905161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5122031061593905161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5122031061593905161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/office-temp.html' title='The Office Temp'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-6903249481133339320</id><published>2008-01-29T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:29:14.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Dreams </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/cX-8MHKuQ5I' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/cX-8MHKuQ5I'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To those who have their Hopes broken and Dreams shattered, Understand and Know that the world Isn't fair and some things are just Not meant to be. But if you had already given your Best, that should be good enough. Don't forget to count your Blessings everyday though, no matter how small they are. Never give up on Life, because it's great to be alive! WooHoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reen&lt;br /&gt;Jan'08&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-6903249481133339320?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6903249481133339320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=6903249481133339320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/6903249481133339320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/6903249481133339320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/shattered-dreams.html' title='Shattered Dreams '/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-5885780989212021504</id><published>2008-01-21T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:37.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (belated) 2008!</title><content type='html'>right.. i hope it is not too late to wish u all a happy 2008. yeah so i have not updated my blog for like 3 mths *nonchalent shrug* didnt think that affect anyone that much except my best fren shany who is always lovingly and obligatingly checking for new updates. thanks, gf *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt kinda sad though in the new yr as i realised that my new yr resolutions for 2007 had not been diligently fulfilled accordingly hence this yr i am stuck with the same ones all over again. very shameful to be such a slacker frankly. someone who is not keen to upgrade or better her life and continue to live yr to yr as the same, unimproved person. very soon i am gonna be mid 20s and that is kinda scary actually. i feel that i am still in the same state of mind like my then 19 yr old self except i dun really have all the time and luxury to squander my youth away doing nothing. it is depressing to remain goal-less and ambition-less forever. so like every start of a new yr, this time round i promise myself that 2008 must be a satisfying one! i am going to achieve the following (i read this good book recently which advises not to use the word 'try' in your resolutions otherwise u will never ever get around to doing it):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) it's high time to have a satisfying job which i love and pays me what i think i deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel happy to say that i have managed to fulfill step 1 of this aim. i will be starting work in feb at this great office (in a cool building! unlike normal office buildings, this one has a very gothic feel (i aint kidding, i do mean Gothic) and in the lobby, there's a very glam bar (yes, the kind where u drink alcohol) right in the middle of the first floor. cool) i also cannot be happier at the renumeration that i am offered for now. my advice to those who hate their jobs and think they are getting peanuts - look around for better offers right now in your industry then quit. if anything, my last job at the recruitment company has taught me that the job market is really doing well now and most job seekers really have the advantage of jumping to better offers. do it right now while the economy is good as nobody would know how long it will last. if it is not the money but u just hate your job, then either try to love it and get better at it, or quit. i think life is too short to be in a job u hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) weight loss, slim down! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a toughie for me. since i left school i was no longer my slim self. i have always been the indulgent type who almost never deny myself of the food i love, the type who rather spend the entire day reading a book while lying (and maybe, snacking) on bed then to go out in the sun for sports (horrifying thought. i look like crap when i am tanned). hence the first step i took is to rejoin my gym (just so i can still run, despite on a treadmill, but safely indoor away from the evil sun). i have my ideal weight which i eventually wanna achieve, which is good, bcoz that means i have a goal that i can work towards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) quitting (for real) the Very Bad Habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will not go into great length regarding this but close frens will know what i am referring to. like everybody, i dun wanna die, yet. frankly sometimes i am scared to death just thinking about it. u will feel like a walking timebomb, kinda helpless and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, am looking forward to start work soon. i have been resting for way too long now, i am totally sluggish and have lost my momentum in life! but i am grateful still, bcoz of all the free time i have on hand (downside is my savings is a one way street, out only). i went to the library to borrow tons of books in order to save on entertainment. it feels great. i always love reading. i almost never buy my own reading materials bcoz i tend to only read a book once. and books r really ex actually.. i threw away too much stuffs when i moved house so now i am v conscious about buying things mindlessly bcoz most of them will just end up somewhere in the house, unused and forgotten. waste of money and space (and also an extra area where dust can settle and accumulate on). also been maximising my broadband by watching shows on it, thus saving more money on entertainment. (hmm.. actually i am kinda good at this huh) and also playing tomb raider on ps2 (both sponsored by e bf). ya i know i very out le. even the kids dun play ps2 now, do they? it must be the generation of xbox, psp and the likes of these games now. but i am the kind of, aiya, can play jiu play lo, nv mind de la... the bf looks down on me for relying on walkthroughs for my lara croft though. he said that's not playing game at all. but hello, how am i suppose to know where all the freaking rewards are located if i am without my walkthrough?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup! anyway, have fun everybody. it is the start of a new yr once again so make good use of it to improve the quality of your life and the ones around u in the next 12 mths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;will have dinner with my ex colleagues tonight at clarke quay. hope i can get some pix with them to post it up in the next blog. here's one with my ex boss and colleague though and one i took with the little she-demon last yr. hope it is still ok to post them up ^_^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158220299072390658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/R5WuCFdrRgI/AAAAAAAAADs/y9rl5kv_CS0/s320/270720071177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158221956929766962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/R5WvildrRjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wnY2E7fhOEA/s320/131120071362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-5885780989212021504?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5885780989212021504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=5885780989212021504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5885780989212021504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5885780989212021504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-belated-2008.html' title='Happy (belated) 2008!'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/R5WuCFdrRgI/AAAAAAAAADs/y9rl5kv_CS0/s72-c/270720071177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-7297874394065574804</id><published>2007-10-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:37.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes.. it's so easy to forget that i have a blog these days.. mainly is due to, say, lack of interesting things to talk about anyway. mian qiang blog i will also most likely talk about my monotonous life which consists of work from mon to fri follow by 2 days of precious wkend which i do the same things all e time. 2007 is coming to an end in about 2 mths time. once again i question what i have achieve in this yr and i think e conclusion is.. nothing much. all new yr resolutions forgotten and only to be retold again in 2008. hello! life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm on a wk's mc. just had a small operation yesterday. my consolation is that i am on paid sick leaves and that my 200bucks worth of medical bills will be claimable. the wisest decision i've made this yr is prolly signing my confirmation letter 3 days b4 finding out that i need an op. i totally burst into tears upon hearing this news in the doctor's office. and i always tot that, hey, i'm 23yr old and totally in control of my emotions! bah. nv believe in this. no matter how old a woman gets, she is still an emotional creature. pisces especially. and one might tot that i was just told that i only had 3 months left to live instead of being told gently that i ought to remove my infected cyst with a day surgery. hence the 1st time ever in my life, i had my 1st op on 22 oct, 12 noon. my 1st ever experience of under general anesthesia. i was pushed into the operating theatre. it was a weird feeling, me looking up at the ceiling. i realised that i had never looked at the ceiling so much b4. was generally nervous and scared of coz. a few doctors and nurses were around me, one had my right hand and happily slapping on it, trying to make my veins come out. i whined and asked frightenfully if this was gonna hurt. it did. ant bite my foot. after that my right arm started to feel v heavy. i could feel the anesthsia liquid thingy flowing into my body. 1 nurse brought out a mask thingy and told me to breathe deeply, claiming that it was oxygen. my best fren immediately pop into my mind. a few days back she was telling me all about her op experience and how 'after 2 deep breaths, she was out by the 3rd'. yup, it was etched into my mind, woman! indeed i was seriously groggy and light headed after taking in a couple of breaths. the nurse who was holding the mask instructed me to open my eyes and look at her so that she would know when i was out unconscious. wow i must say it was a scary yet eye opening experience. seriously i had no recollection when exactly did i pass out and an hour and half later, i was already being pushed outta e operating theatre and being awakened by a doc who asked me if i know where i was. satisfied after a few moments of monitoring me, i was pushed back to my day ward where mummy and the bf were waiting. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124884507158337138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rx8_TnQTVnI/AAAAAAAAADc/gdYZCsi3iRU/s200/221020071354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurse wont let me home after i woke up due to low blood pressure hence i took a little nap and when awakened, felt bored and took a little pix of gross metal plastic thingy on my hand where the anesthesia was administrated. it was painful man. oh ya ignore unglam hospitalised make up-less face. its not my usual chic appearance but i was not expected to be all mascara-ed or lip glossed *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's day 3 after my op now and i am rather well. i am not covering the wound with a dressing since today as well due to the skin irritation that the dressing is causing me. my wound is around 8cm long and looks like a centipede with the stitches. my mum was fussing about ever since she laid eyes on the length of the wound. she found it outrageous that the doc should make such a long cut for my swell was only about 5cm. she said that another 5cm and prolly that length is enuff to deliver a baby. funny ya.. i can move my arm a lot better now and my wound is dry as well so thank god. pretty much off the painkillers as well. &lt;/p&gt;isnt it strange that just merely a week ago i felt like i had no time of my own at all and now with a week off work, i actually felt kinda lost. of coz its a good thing, in a way all these excess time. was planning to do some studying actually. my jlpt is coming around in 6weeks time. up till now i have yet to pass any of the mock exams in school but no matter what, i must pass my jlpt 1!! Yoshi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124887212987733634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rx9BxHQTVoI/AAAAAAAAADk/KMUvxULPxUs/s400/091020071339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;another sky and sea pix from office window. found it amazing that the clouds and sky are separated in this pix. m-san said i am too free. i said he cannot appreciate the sky. nice isnt it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sianzness from being at home all these while. couldn't concentrate on studying leh. watching too much jap drama as usual. dun have anything interested to blog about as well. ahh Ahh.. i think i complain too much. think i go do something else. nothing fun to blog about, so sorry. gomen ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-7297874394065574804?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7297874394065574804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=7297874394065574804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/7297874394065574804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/7297874394065574804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rx8_TnQTVnI/AAAAAAAAADc/gdYZCsi3iRU/s72-c/221020071354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-955427339394126864</id><published>2007-09-17T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:51:02.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again i wonder where did my time go. haiz really quite sianz sometimes. this mth is quite a crappy mth for me actually in most aspects of my life. health is low as i banged into my foot and resulted in a slightly bleeding toe last wk and the passing wkend, a case of food poisoning (main suspect is kfc coleslaw so be careful, pple) that left me puking and watery stools and weak all over for 1 precious saturday T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money is low too. just parted 500bucks for sch fee while i am not even getting my full pay yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could sigh endlessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun hate my job. i really dun. i dun even like to use the word 'hate' at all if i can help it bcoz its so extreme and i'm trying to be a neutral person. just that i am the kind of person who cannot stand the boring bits in life. i wish to fast forward all the mundane parts and live out only the fun parts. (that reminds me of adam sandler's 'click' (or was it called 'remote??? no, definitely 'click' i think..) morale of the movie is that sometimes it's the boring parts which makes u look forward and even more cherish the good ones. i wonder if life is all about the good bits only, then will they eventually bcome boring too???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid la.. it's like thinking of the egg and chicken question and i sure as hell dun wanna think of such things at the end of the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall grumble a bit. can't stand some of my clients. no actually only 1 of them. i shall call her the mother pig. why? bcoz she is a grunter. u know how pigs sound like right. they grunt. why i call her that is due to the typical phone conversation, she almost always give me the same reply:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: so MP(shall censor off the real name and shorten to MP aka mother pig), you only want this so and so right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MP: Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Right.. how many that so and so? also the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MP: Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Ok... only local or PR only?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MP: Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: can i also so and so and so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MP: Hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so on. maybe i can't express her stupid cant-be-bothered-to-hide-her-boredness-and-impatience voice simply by using the word 'Hmmm..' but it's that kind of ultra dead fish, super auntie and basically feel like slapping her kinda voice. if u have at any 1 time of your life embarked on a job that required to call up pple frequently, i am sure definitely got heard such voice b4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there. hence i nicknamed this irritating client TMP. pple like her ruined my day. see how i even stay up to blog and bitch about this moron after work? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can feel i am in a bitchy mood now. can i blame it on my hormones? i can related to all the words below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aggressive, argumentative, bellicose, combative, contentious, discordant, disputatious, gladiatorial, militant, pugnacious, quarrelsome, scrappy, truculent, warlike, antagonistic, fierce, hostile, hot-tempered; acidic, bearish, bilious, choleric, crabby, cranky, cross, disagreeable, dyspeptic, fretful, grouchy, grumpy, huffy, ill-humored, ill-natured, ill-tempered, irascible, irritable, ornery, peevish, pettish, petulant, querulous, rude, snappish, snappy, surly, testy, touchy, ugly, waspish; battling, fighting, warring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like everything is doom and gloom and i can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. awww.. i wish i am more like shany. she never seems agitated (much). mostly always calm and serene. to be honest i can't. for once i have a too-defensive nature which makes me wanna take on anyone who picks on me. anyone knows how to transform into a more peace-loving, doves-fly-around-me and i-can-c-a-halo-over-my-head person? I WANNA RELATE TO THESE WORDS INSTEAD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;affable, amiable, amicable, benevolent, complaisant, conciliatory, cordial, easygoing, friendly, genial, good-natured, good-tempered, gracious, ingratiating, obliging, pleasant, sociable; calm, quiet, relaxed, serene, tranquil; benign, gentle, kindly, mild, nonbelligerent, pacific, peaceable, peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeheehee.. feels kinda better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i kinda figure out the main source of my irritation but i strongly bcoz its due to the fact that i am so broke this mth, the begger outside the kuan yin miao earns more than me or something. hence my brilliant solution is to start buying toto and 4d regularly once again (only $2 a wk on toto, as i firmly believe that this is by sheer luck and so long got buy, means got chance, so no need too much). thank god there is a betting outlet in my work building *hiak hiak hiak hiak hiak* u dun say.. that time when toto accumulated to 5millions, my colleague A jio m-san to buy quickpick and he did! 5bucks! more than me can! so u see, japanese also buy toto so singaporeans must not lose out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg.. it's only monday... wanna cry but no tears. c'mon wkend! 4 more days to go only! hang on to your panties, pple! Be Strong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-955427339394126864?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/955427339394126864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=955427339394126864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/955427339394126864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/955427339394126864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-again-i-wonder-where-did-my-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-6850694247757396134</id><published>2007-09-10T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:38.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i watch too much dramas</title><content type='html'>to justify my monotonous life, i am watching an awful lot of jap drama on youtube (also to justify my unlimitedbroadband mio plan at the same time). this is rather decadent and frivolous use of my free time for someone who works a lot (the 9-6 OL job + the after work moonlighting) and should be doing nothing but study for my jlpt (speaking of which, reluctantly spent 9 lousy bucks to take passport size pix for my application form (that's another 36bucks of hard earn money which i paid for application fee). the photo shop in my work building is crap i tell u. charging an arm and leg for 6 lousy passport photos and when i request to retake my pix as my face turned out too fat and hair too flat, the stupid auntie was like: Ok wat, no need retake la. Hello! my money or yours? Bakamon.) which is taking place in less than 3mths time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;panic panic. actually, not so panic compared to earlier this yr. afterall i have already took 2 sem of prep class and the last sem is starting this wk. (dun wanna get started on how much money i have already dumped into all my jap classes. once again, i blame my young lazy self, age 13, to wilfully give up my free 3rd lang jap provided by moe (only to the top 10% of the psle cohort, mind u *haolian face*). the damn 3rd lang sch was in bishan no less. why why why.. now i pay good money to study in commercial jap sch T_T i'm broke this mth as i will have to pay 500bucks for sch fee *deep sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took my mock test today. have a good feeling about it (be it real confidence or trying to console myself). hope i pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sick of working after work. I'm TIRED! sianz ah.. but on the positive side, its nice that i have pleasant student. this kid whom i teach, the mum is real nice too. i'm kinda charging her quite a bit for the fee already and yet she kindly provides me dinner during the lesson. and it's damn kua zhang lo i tell u.. the dinner that they r serving me..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108623529398047378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV6CIj5EpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qOwiCgqJM4o/s320/030920071312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3 dishes 1 soup and a glass of iced ribena no less... and i tot i'm at a wedding dinner also something. heehee.. told u they're nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fave activity during work is gazing outta e window from time to time. i saw an UFO the other day btw. this is the trail of evidence it left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108624474290852514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV65Ij5EqI/AAAAAAAAACE/QI1H5Yanom0/s320/050920071315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i told boss M-san about it. he gave me the eyes rolling. i guess he was unconvinced. weird clouds, btw, so patchy and all.. weird...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108625024046666418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV7ZIj5ErI/AAAAAAAAACM/CkcSVKplBDg/s320/050920071313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah~ met up with my sec sch sweeties, yokey and dawny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV754j5EsI/AAAAAAAAACU/5x0tbs-2Xh4/s1600-h/310820071298.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV8J4j5EtI/AAAAAAAAACc/oeVlDmIuVj0/s1600-h/310820071298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108625861565289170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV8J4j5EtI/AAAAAAAAACc/oeVlDmIuVj0/s320/310820071298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and yokey. excitedly feeling yoke's stomach. omg. there's a baby in there all ready to be born in a mth's time! i suspect i am more excited than yoke, the mum to be. LoL. but hey! i dunno anyone else who is having a baby! my brave yoke. will make her gimme all the details about going into labour (every woman who wanna have children should be knowledgable about e entire process). ahh ahh.. it's sure nice to meet up old frens :) all those talking about the good old days of us when we were still school girls and all. teehee. good times, good times. looking forward to seeing my girls again real soon! (^o^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of coz, my dearest shany! went to the central at clarke quay as i have not been there yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108628060588544754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV-J4j5EvI/AAAAAAAAACs/j-iesMX_DIM/s400/070920071320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pasta de waraku! i have been wanting to eat there but wow, fri night and the Qs at all the restaurants at the central are so long man! only manage to take pix of their displays outside anyway. teehee. went to ma maison instead. didn't get to try the escargots that dawny has recommended as shany doesnt welcome the idea of eating snails. ate pasta and i-dunno-what's-this-thingy-that-shany-had-ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108629181575009026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV_LIj5EwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PllfM-dMhZ4/s320/070920071326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahh Ahh.. nothing like a relaxed dinner with my good chum on a fri night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108629928899318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV_2oj5ExI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DAVWeDVR7pc/s200/070920071324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me, a happy girl with her glass of very chilled white wine, perfect for after an entire wk of working (did u know that there is no ph for the mth of sep and oct? god helps us all..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108630659043758882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuWAhIj5EyI/AAAAAAAAADE/ukEhGzy0dGo/s200/070920071325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my teetotal best chum. happy with iced water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of best fren, i recently reconnected with my primary sch best fren in the weirdest way that deserves to be in ripley's believe it or not's record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was just minding my own biz that day and this girl called me from jobsdb. she introduced herself with my pri sch best fren's name and told me that she will be handling our account from now on. i had my doubts when i heard her name and as we talked on, her voice sounded vaguely familiar too (i find it hard to forget that voice which used to gossip with me over the phone for hours over hello kitty, among other things). so i boldly ask her if she used to study in XXX pri sch and voila! it's IS my friend indeed! well god damn but how small SG is! bloody hell! how many of u dare to say that e same thing ever happened to u huh huh huh! my god. amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's NOT all i tell u! i'm very agitated now as there r quite a few of weird things happening to me these days. so there i was, on these few occasions, looking thru resumes as usual and u will never guess what happen. i saw not 1, not 2 but 3 FREAKING resumes whose applicants ARE STAYING IN THE VERY BLOCK THAT I AM SOON GOING TO BE MOVE TO!!!! (did i mention that i am shifting soon? if u r one of my chummies, i guess u would have already know. otherwise, u r regarded as either some stalkers or secret admirers and there is no way in hell i'm gonna tell u where i'm moving to. back to my shockness) do u know how many hdbs are they in sg???!!!! there must be hundreds and thousands and gazillions of them but NO! same block as my future house, SAME! not 1 not 2 but 3 of them! freaks! so now i assume that that block must be bloody popular or something. it's shocking i tell u. such weird coincidences like these scare the hell outta me. *shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway (quickly regain my usual non-chalent self), gonna go indulge in more free jap drama on youtube now. desperately need to improve my listening. till next time, everybody have a good life now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; V (^o^) V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-6850694247757396134?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6850694247757396134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=6850694247757396134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/6850694247757396134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/6850694247757396134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-watch-too-much-dramas.html' title='i watch too much dramas'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RuV6CIj5EpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qOwiCgqJM4o/s72-c/030920071312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-1711877290344172214</id><published>2007-08-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:39.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my.. i just finished watching the season finale of dh3. finally.. i can go back to my prep class on monday.. LoL. i knew it.. there IS gonna be a season 4 after all.. heck, given the popularity of dh, i will not be surprised if this show still runs in my great grandchildren time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i can't believe that edie hang herself. i mean, i never really like her that much. granted, she's bitchy and manipulative but towards dh3 she kinda tone down and the real her kinda emerge and she is just all lonely and needing someone to love. perfectly understandable. any woman would. so its a real shocker that she's actually so hurt in the end, she chose to end her life, for a man. gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya i know she's not a real person but hey.. the real pple in the real world is not so dramatic and interesting, that's y pple watch tv so that they can actually watch other pple lives, even though we all know that their characters dun exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it just fulfills this part of all of us normal pple, that this really empty feeling inside of us sometimes that we can feel is devoided of any excitment, fun, surprises, confidence, exuberation, elation, happiness. just another anybody, or nobody, another face in the crowd, another stranger in this world. that our whole life will just be the same one day after another. yes, we have the occasional happy moments, but how many can really live the life they really want to, get the job, love, family, looks, abilities etc that they desire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the day, i would just like to have some of my whisky water or white wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well! had a good off day today btw. just resting, watching jap dramas on youtube in a desperate attempt to improve my jap and stuff ya dah ya dah. but it was good. just a little rest and i'll be all nice and fresh to go back to the office tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100810962411786866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rsm4i4j5EnI/AAAAAAAAABs/3RSQcAMgj-g/s320/200820071264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at some point of time when getting restless while waiting for dh to start, began to camera whore. oh yeah, i am self loving and aint denying. (who else am i gonna shoot anyway if not myself?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100811632426685058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rsm5J4j5EoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZWc63RLwMR0/s320/190820071209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this sweetie baby was totally seducing me when i was on the nel train the other day. i had to give in to his advances. he has the neatest set of little choppers i've ever seen for a toddler. and he was totally all smiley on me i tell u. i assume that my charm on the opp sex works even for 2 yrs old and animals. i have to gush 'kawaii!' when he couldn't stop smiling at me. okok, i admit, he was attracted to this cute keychain of mine i had on my bag.. LoL. but i love friendly babies! the shameless kind that smile at total strangers and all enthu when u wanna hug them. i damn well hope my kids in future will be this kind of babies, not the scaredy cat type.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i finally figure out how to post videos on my blog from youtube (WOW! so clever!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ya whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so here's 2 which i like a lot and watch like over and over again. i'm a million miles away from reality when i watch these 2. and it feels nice to be just soaring in my little piece of heaven, a place where i can truly truly relax and be myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-1711877290344172214?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1711877290344172214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=1711877290344172214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/1711877290344172214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/1711877290344172214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rsm4i4j5EnI/AAAAAAAAABs/3RSQcAMgj-g/s72-c/200820071264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-5273722578812614990</id><published>2007-08-20T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T09:02:20.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zn5YW2XELX8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zn5YW2XELX8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my heart is drenched in wine.. u'll be on my mind, 4ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-5273722578812614990?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5273722578812614990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=5273722578812614990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5273722578812614990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5273722578812614990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/don-know-why.html' title='don&amp;#39;t know why'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-4884010753093356013</id><published>2007-08-19T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:46:32.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IU97h8e41bE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IU97h8e41bE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what is real.. and what is unreal.. 2 people who never existed touch me somewhere so deep in my heart, i never knew that the place exists.. indeed, the real life pales in comparison. the perfect world is only something, that the human can only fantasize, and dream of...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-4884010753093356013?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4884010753093356013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=4884010753093356013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/4884010753093356013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/4884010753093356013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/eyes-on-me.html' title='Eyes On Me'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-8408812738292046503</id><published>2007-08-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:40.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>i miss the fluffy white snow falling down down down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 month. that's how long i've been at work now. how many times must i actually say: oh my! how time flies! before i know it, i will become like a toothless saggy bits old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! finally i have found my bloody nokia cd and ta dah! i can FINALLY upload all the pix in my hp, thank u v much to myself. nothing to look forward to actually, i dun look nice in most pix -_-" i think its a terrible punishment that i am not photogenic at all (but my consolation is i look really damn good in real life... tee hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dawny, sorry, not gonna be giving u ANY of the pix of us at starbucks i owe u until i figure out how to do the block out grey squares thingie over my face, ala when they interview victims on tv type of block out thingie. or maybe until i learn how to do some photoshop beautifying, which is like, probably around the time they discover solid evidence that there are really life on mars. btw i cannot stand dawny. she is so bloody cutey sweety pretty in all the pix. sigh. i want her apple face and sharp chin T_T i believe the solution is to lose 10kg. hence i hereby announce that i will not be posting no pix of myself till year 2050. (but by then even if i'm skinny, i'm gonna be an old hag. the dilemma in life. but of coz the brilliant solution is the gym. hello, Amore!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nevertheless, i manage to pick out 2 that i kinda look decent in it. fyi dawny looks damn good in every pix so i'm just gonna ignore her and base my selection on whether i look ok :P honestly, i seriously think she looks like sg version rainie yeung or something, especially that hair can.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098227559461104370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsCK9CnJKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMBDQmwUMIY/s200/200620071132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;dun mistaken me for her lesbian lover though, as in the lesbian movie which rainie yeung stars in.. spider lilies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098227761324567298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsCLIynJKwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LaOka93kuuo/s200/200620071135.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;dearest dawny! i'm looking forward to meet you soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i like night time the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be all my very own time to my self. no need to slap on my makeup, pick out my clothes, find matching shoes for outfit, rush to take bus rush to take mrt rush to get to work on time. no need to answer my emails, call my clients, interview my applicants, rush to my student home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;although i'm gonna have to do this again over and over again, starting from the moment i stir in bed from the morning sun entering my sleepy eyes, it's 7am again. i'm on autopilot once i have reluctantly got outta bed. i could apply my makeup, put on my clothes, find my way outta my house and all the way on the crowded morn train to work, i slip into my blank mode. expressionless face. not only mine but all around. just waiting to get to our respective stations and start work for yet another day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at least after long the sun has set, when i'm finally able to be back home, and this precious moment is all mine till my head hits the pillow again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i like sitting in front of the tv the 1st time i'm home. sometimes i get back just in time to catch my fave show, desperate housewives. other time, it almost doesn't matter what is showing on the tv. drama, variety, documentary, news. channel surf a bit when a certain show gets bored. it does not matter. i am in my zone out mode. when i do this in the morn, it's call the 'coming into life' mode though. when i am still drowsy with sleep, i need to seriously sit in front of the tv and wait till my life force is activated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i do not have to think of anything when i watch tv. i am not require to say anything either. all i have to do is to sit in front of the tv and watch other people lives play out to me. and not having to think is a luxury. i'm not expected to come up with clever words to charm my clients or even 'hmm' and 'ahh' periodically in a thoughtful manner when applicants talk about their lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i remembered i missed quite a few episodes of desperate housewives season 3 when it first started showing on 5. i was upset when i watched it again bcoz there were so many new characters whom i have no idea who they were. it bothers me that there are new plots, more drama mama scenes and the girls are not with their old beaus, the ones i approve of (think susan and mike, not ian). but as i conscientiously try to catch every episode subsequently, everything starts to make sense once again. i'm a happy girl. but also a dilemmatic one. on 1 hand i can't wait to watch the season finale next mon, but on the other hand, i can't bear the tot that there will be no more after the last (is there season 4??). that's human for u. greedy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was pretty overwhelmed when i first started out work. bu zhi bu jue it's been a mth over already. every day is passing by so quickly. i'm still mildly shock everytime it's 6pm and time to knock off. how fridays are arriving so fast, wk after wk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;occasionally i do get the chance to daydream for a moment, just starting outta the big windows, looking at the blue blue sea, the white fluffy clouds, and wish that i can see snow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099323804215743010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsRv-4j5EiI/AAAAAAAAABE/mqnysgzkWQk/s400/200720071152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;clouds must be women. bcoz it's so tempermental. for a moment they are white and brilliant. light and confident. and then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099324740518613554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsRw1Yj5EjI/AAAAAAAAABM/k-385gwh7PM/s400/260720071170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun hate my life. i am just tired sometimes. after all, if i dun do what i do, should i go countryside and plant rice instead? i think i'll rather kill myself then. no tv, no internet, no nothing. that's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i've been working close to 5yrs now. i am proud to say that i take things in my stride easily nowadays. now that i've seen more, know more, and understand how our society really works. i still dunno how's my life gonna end up from now on though, but it seems all right now, bcoz i realise that i am not the only one feeling this way. i used to panic bcoz i didn't have a thoroughly planned out route for my glamourous life. i tot that was how it works. everybody would know exactly what job they're gonna do, to whom they'll be married to, living in the right house, having charming children and get very rich. but then again, i musta been like 12 year old when i believed that. now that i know lotsa of pple r just going thru life rather cluelessly like myself, i sorta feel comforted and relieved. i guess so long i'm alive and kicking, that's all it matters for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099328116362908226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsRz54j5EkI/AAAAAAAAABU/CNlNOc8UWkw/s200/310720071179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me. camera whoring on bus on the way back to office after visiting client. i know it's hard but pls ignore indian man in background. i swear it was not part of my plan or whatsoever. just concentrate on my smiley chubby face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099328923816759890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsR0o4j5ElI/AAAAAAAAABc/rxqitjyzPGc/s320/310720071199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pretty white heels ^_^" it shoulda been my 1st pair of white shoes that i ever own in my life, had it not been the fact that it hurt my feet like f just for wearing it and walking to opposite to buy lunch. i cunningly exchange it for another pair, also white, at the shop, claiming that i havent worn them yet. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well now, i'm off to watching free jap drama on youtube. recently watching 'remote' and kyoko is so cute. gonna enjoy my waking moment before i cannot take it anymore and have to go to bed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and when i have save enuff, i shall go off to japan and never ever come back. LoL. meanwhile, i shall be satisfied with the memory of &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099330560199299682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsR2IIj5EmI/AAAAAAAAABk/VVkq56WW1jc/s400/994557456l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank goodness there's always still fag and booze though. ^___^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-8408812738292046503?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8408812738292046503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=8408812738292046503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/8408812738292046503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/8408812738292046503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-miss-fluffy-white-snow-falling-down.html' title='i miss the fluffy white snow falling down down down...'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RsCK9CnJKvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMBDQmwUMIY/s72-c/200620071132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-5889271662548164065</id><published>2007-07-25T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:51:31.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trivialities rule my life</title><content type='html'>shit. it's another pixless blog again. where's my stupid cd to install the software?!! this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. when i first got my job and blog about it, i've only started work for 2 days. bu ji bu jue it's almost 2 weeks now. actually i realised that i blog a lot about my job. i think it's prolly bcoz it takes up so much of my waking hours *suddenly felt v sad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things worse, i moonlight on the sly, so that means, MORE WORK. (i figure we dun have any policy against us working after work hours. it's my free time and i can do what i want, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a slave to money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always knew that i am some sort of anti-social, friendless freak but i didnt know it was this bad. on the few rare occasions like today when i have some time and energy left after a long day, i could like blog a little about my monotonous existence. dawny is v kind and try her best to do justice to this humble little blog by leaving polite tag msgs on my board frequently. i think she is awkward that no one else leaves me any msg so as my good fren, she felt much obliged to brighten things up with cheery msgs. thanks woman ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to mention a sweet fren of mine from good old anderson days. this dearie, whom i address her as yoke (insisted to be known as fae now :P) , is the kinda lost-contact-after-sec-sch-days-but-remembered-fondly-as-a-tight-buddy-who-hang-out-with-me-when-we-were-both-16. i wanna extend my congrats to this lady who is expecting her little bundle of joy soon. i'm gonna buy you a baby gift, expect the usually cliche shower set and cute baby clothes *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, actually my life is not so sad la. although i really dun have a lot of friends but the few buddies i've known back from anderson r those true pals for life, and i am happy to know that they are all, erm, alive and kicking, although we hardly have time to meet. my only complaint is that i never had mahjong kakis which is like, so pathetic. i'm the kind who wanna mj for the sake of mj. tot that after i got a job i can have colleagues to mj with. fat chance. (i can't imagine, ever, playing mj with A and M-san. the few things in life that's plain weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much always lunch alone so i rather dabao to office and eat. the typical OL goes to work, waits for lunch, and after lunch waits for 6pm. mon waits till fri, start of the mth wait till the end when the salary finally comes in and the whole cycle just goes on and on. not to mention the morn and after work rush hour mrt/bus squeeze, the crowded eating places during lunch, the sleepy moments after lunch. also v lonely la sometimes. i actually envy other who have colleagues to lunch with. ha ha. i dun mind eating alone but it doesnt hurt to have company sometimes i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easily irritated by little things too. like how i was cheated to buy dumpling ramen from this store today, there's this long Q and i q for like 20mins can.. some china pple were running the store and this lady was like asking the pple in q for their order. happily she forgotten mine and 3 pple behind me were served 1st. i can totally hear the guy cooking the noodle saying to her that if she has forgotten and i'm like: ok, i can understand chinese can. not the least bit apologetic lo. to make thing worse the 'ramen' is totally ban mian can. stupid lo. i will never eat at this store again ever. call me petty and c if u care. if u work in an office, lunch time is like so precious. and did i mention my office is like on the 36th floor? on average i'm prolly riding in the lift for 3 whole mins or more each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, all these complaints and whining being said, i guess i'm still happier than all the petty stuffs that bother me. at least the pple in office r really nice. and the advantage of small company is prolly flexibility. not so many rules and regulations to follow as well. M-san said i could have 2 days of paid leaves during my probation. i mean, that's like so nice lo. it may not be a huge thing but its these little things that counts. i appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working is a great life experience. even when u r sitting in the office all day, u do come across all sorts of pple via the telephone or email. today i have to do cold calling for 3 hours. of coz it's a much dreaded task and i visualise pple slamming down the phone on me or something. surprisingly, mmost r actually patient and polite enuff to hear u out b4 saying 'no' or 'send me your company profile via email pls' kinda response. i only got 2 pple cutting me off mid-sentence with 'not interested!'. so that's pretty cool. there r even v nice pple, like this lady who works for takashimaya hr and speaks to me real nicely. even sent me an acknowledgment after i emailed her. my faith in goodness of mankind has once again been rekindled. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day the most digusting thing happened to me. sometimes in the morn i dun have thing to really eat properly so i will buy a small carton of soya bean. so that morn, i unsuspectingly stuck a straw into the cartoon and drank, only to find myself with a mouthful of thick gross liquid instead of the usual soya bean. yucks!!!!!! i totally ran to the sink and threw up k? it tasted like vomit (not that i have drank vomit b4 but i can imagine vomit to taste just like that) turned out that the expiry date was printed wrongly and god knows how long this crap has been. it was one of the most digusting things that even happened to me. and mind you i'm the kind that drink hard liquor without much hesitation but this was like, unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my life is filled with trivialities. praise the good lord (i'm no christian but i like the way this phrase sounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sleeping time once again. when i open my eyes tmr, it's yet another wonderous day of office life! whoopi doo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-5889271662548164065?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5889271662548164065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=5889271662548164065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5889271662548164065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/5889271662548164065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/trivialities-rule-my-life.html' title='trivialities rule my life'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-203808378098719690</id><published>2007-07-19T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:57:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to do my best always</title><content type='html'>been at my new job for a week now. the good news is i have not been late at all. *sense of triumph* sometimes i will childishly think that how nice it is if i dun have to work. all that 9 to 6 mon to fri's time, stuck at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shigata ga nai wa ne. guess i'm all grown up now so i will have all these obligations and responsibilities. but to be fair, work is good so far. except..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally cannot understand financial terms :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda handling some financial jobs but i seriously cannot get the meanings of sgx, dealing, futures and commodities blah blah.. i'm pretty traumatised by all these really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-san kindly tried to explain to me using his bottle of coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: So pretend i'm trying to sell this coke not now but in the future la la la&lt;br /&gt;Me: T_T   i really dun get it, so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there and then i made up my mind. i will not give this up. i will go read up all the terms i dunno. 6 mths from now, i will become the best consultant! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my laptop is back from repair. was happily trying to upload pix from hp but hello! software is gone liao. this sucks. by the time i finally upload pix of me and dawny, both of us r prolly in our 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a nasty feeling at the back of my mind that i will not pass my jlpt 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better go do some homework then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-203808378098719690?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/203808378098719690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=203808378098719690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/203808378098719690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/203808378098719690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-do-my-best-always.html' title='to do my best always'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-4430090677386961293</id><published>2007-07-14T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:41.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know why</title><content type='html'>sometimes i dun blog bcoz i dun have the time. but sometimes i dun blog bcoz i feel like i dunno what sorta words to use. when it comes to words, i can be fussy at times. if i cannot find that right one to express myself, i would rather not blog at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact, i think i do blog on a daily basis. for most conscious part of my life, i do think inwards in my heart about things i see, stuffs i do, pple i meet. i'm an actress in my own world. nobody's watching or judging, i am who i wish to be. never acting for anyone else but solely to my own delight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. i am a true-blue pisces girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;these days i worried myself to death over things i cannot comprehend. most women worried too much. evolution has not do away much of our instinctive sensitivity to our surroundings despite millions of years later, today, we are no longer cave women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night, as i lay in bed, trying to sleep but my mind was bombarded with endless random thoughts, as if my brain is resisting rest time. i thought about death and maybe, when the world would be ending, which i have long convinced about myself that perhaps it will be soon. then i think about the meaning of my existence, how i have lived my life in the past 23 years, and whether i have any terminal disease right now which i am not aware of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just when i am afraid i will go mad any minute, i suddenly have a song in my heart. i thought about norah jones' don't know why. and for some reason i cannot explain, i felt peace and serenity, and the crazy thoughts went away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started to listen to my fm radio on my hp (too poor to buy mp3 player now, even if i had one, won't know where to download mp3, ha..). everything felt all right from then on. all the nonsensical worries melt away. i have my vital organs and limbs intact. i live in singapore and not some war-torn countries where i have to worried about my basic survival. there and then, i knew that everything is gonna be ok. i have found my solace in the world of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back in the real world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finally got a job. yippy. true, i was my usual worrisome buggy self when i first knew i am gonna start working and all. i count my blessings that things do go my way sometimes. i've been to several agencies so far but no luck. so when i receive a call to register at this newly established jap agency, i wasn't filled with hope. kinda like go-and-see-what-happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Right.. i'm looking for a jap-speaking job but i'm still not very good at it so maybe i prefer something more like, just communicating internally with the jap staffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IC: M-san: Right.. wanna work for us instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Right.. you mean it??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was vaguely how i got my job. it's been 2 days so far. the first day was overwhelming of coz. too much new info to absorb. the moment i was seated at my desk (nice and spacious) i had 2 boxes of name cards all ready and my email has already been set up. My very efficient MD, M-san, did all that. my colleague is A who sits next to me. well, i am literally in a company of men. 2 of them, as a matter of fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st day lunchtime M-san treated me and A to a korean restaurant. having no experience at such place, i followed what they ordered. the 3 of us sat eating and engaging in polite chit chat on work and our individual lives. M-san speaks eng well. he has this sorta american accent like my first japanese teacher when she spoke in eng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: M-san, you have studied in american before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-san: Yup, 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That explains. After lunch i said to M-san in my polite japanese: Gochiso sama deshita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am determine to practise my jap convo with M-san in the office but so far i still did not have the courage to use my jap confidently. deep sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rphz0YWKXjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PD3Xj5EBV0Q/s1600-h/hidamari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086943122840772146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rphz0YWKXjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PD3Xj5EBV0Q/s200/hidamari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day i was 3mins late for work. yucks~ feeling v embarrassed. lateness is v obvious when there is only 2 other pple in the office, whom both r already seated at their desks. i have decided to bring my head-nodding hidamari doll to the office on the 2nd day. i have decided that offices r 1 of the most stressful environments in our modernized society and it has been said that hidamari's gentle nodding action and bright smile instantly calm one down. mine is a green-coloured cutie which nods its head from side to side. i told M-san, who is seated behind me: Feel free to look at my ningyo. it relaxes your eyes! He thought it was amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone (all 2 of them) r nice pple. fussing around to teach me stuffs. i helped to post up a job on the website and received my 1st email! Woo Hoo! sense of achievement. in these past 2 days, i have seen more resumes from all sorta pple than for the whole of my life. it really amazes me how much dough certain pple r rolling in. let's just say i am a tad envious but i must be really professional and not have such thoughts. *LoL* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have huge windows in our office with a great view. i look out at all the ships and the huge containers and the sea and the sky. M-san is convinced that we can see sentosa and merlion from where our office is. Sadly both A and I cannot be sure. I even said: Geez, I haven't been to sentosa for at least 10 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed M-san to meet client 2 times so far. it's pretty intimidating to visit clients in their big fancy offices but oh well, I figured I'm gonna have to do this by myself soon enuff so i might as well try to learn the ropes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rph6_4WKXkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rFhJSJw0jW4/s1600-h/palette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086951016990662210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/Rph6_4WKXkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rFhJSJw0jW4/s200/palette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my 2 days had been pretty good so far. i dun have to work today so i spent quite a bit of time thinking of all the things i wanna buy with my 1st pay. new clothes and heels for sure. a hair cut. designer shades! i always wanted a pair of those. i was thinking chanel but poor office girl like me prolly couldn't bear to part with hundreds of dollars for 1 so i'm gonna settle for elle. tee hee. (i was wondering if i can wear my shades in the office bcoz sitting besides the window, the morn sun hurts my eyes). a sleek bag which i can use to house my essentials when i go for lunch or meet clients (my regular bag won't do. it's too big). make-up! speaking of which, i can finally use the make-up palate given by my sweet fren, shany (thanks, babe ;&gt; ) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.. then again, i dun even know when is payday yet.. sigh when will it come? i guess meanwhile i can day dream about the stuffs i can buy once i get paid ^__________^"&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/29997852-4430090677386961293?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4430090677386961293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-5500179011280671876</id><published>2007-06-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:30:41.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so hot every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think being a girl is quite pitiful sometimes. we girls wanna be smelling like a rose with perfectly matt complexion which we v craftively want u to believe that those rosy cheeks and glossy lips r inborn n not the result of careful application of make up. n oh, our eye brows look the way they are since the day we were born. definitely not bcoz of any sort of plucking or shaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. it's like sauna in sg. i can't walk to the bus stop without breaking out into my 1st bout of perspiration. my hair is all plastered and flat b4 the day could end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super unglam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'll on this bus and along came this moron who took the liberty of taking on the role as the entertainer to the busloadful of passengers by playing song on his hp on loudspeaker. i dun think this is the 1st time i encountered such a public nuisance. they look all nonchalent and act as if its the norm and a socially accepted behaviour to play dj in public places, especially on the bus. i was purposely throwing the offender irate dirty looks in his direction several times but of coz, he is pretending (or worse, not bothered) to notice. hello, if i would like any form of entertainment when riding on the bus, i would certainly provide my own. and i was already reading a book then, damn it. pls do us all a favour and go buy a fancy sportscar with ridiculously expensive sound system then roll down all windows and by all means blast e speakers till your eardrums explode and i promise i would certainly shut my mouth about it. or the cheaper alternative would be to but earphones and stick them in your ears, LIKE EVERYONE ELSE DOES. btw i dun even like the crap song he's playing (it's actually not the main point but that pisses me off too. i'm thinking if a song i like was playing maybe my reaction wouldn't be so great).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to stereotype but my on my both encounters, the v inconsiderate person is a youngster (by youngster, i do mean student-looking kids. i am pretty young myself, fyi). i think it get worse by the generation huh. when i was schooling, i tot i had my fair share of rebellion phase n all but lo and behold, i totally felt almost saint-like in comparison to the kids nowadays. man, they sure have lotsa problems that mess up their young minds huh. not that i am indifference but come on, i was a teenager once and i survived. it freaks me out to think that i now have a 'generation gap' which separates me from them when only a mere 5 or 6 years ago i tot i was an angry teenager. mayb now i finally understand what my old lady used to tell me when i'm driving her crazy: one day, when u have kids of your own, you'll know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh trust me, mum, i sure dun need to wait till the future to see for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just only the other day i was on the mrt and these bunch of young kids (correction, i think they're monsters) were sitting all over the floor, oblivious to the inconvenience they're causing to passengers, playing games and chatting like monkeys. before long they have discovered the joys of hanging on the hand rails and climbing up the poles, setting off an even greater racket. clearly, i have extremely low tolerance for all these bs and was really choked up about that. but come to think of it, i think the parents should be blamed instead for allowing their children to behaving unruly in public. there was only this auntie sitting calming near them, occasionally directing an obligated 'stop that, ah kow', 'be quiet now, ah meow', and 'you'll be in for a surprise when i start smacking your bum bum in front of all these good pple, ah di'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for christ sake, do something about it already instead of paying these lip services! can tell them quite a few annoyed faces around me but we always choose to shut up and put up with these nonsenses. sigh. i guess i can't complain since i didn't boldly speak up either. this results in bottling up all my frustrations and spending a great deal of time being grumpy in the safety of my blog. man. maybe deep in my heart i no longer trust that the society is a safe place no more and if i did pipe up on the mrt that day, inevitably yelling them to shut their pieholes, 1 of them might proceed to draw a gun outta his spiderman backpack, cursed,'die, bitch!', pulled the fatal trigger and blast my brain all over the mrt window. that'll be really tragical i guess. i never really tot of ending my life in su&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RmmP-pRbAmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H4hdMdLkEDU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073744761603162722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RmmP-pRbAmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H4hdMdLkEDU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ch an unhonourable death, let alone an involuntary one. it could be better off that i smoke to death or something. at least i'll taken my own life that way. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough of bitching endlessly. oh well.. sure am grumpy when i have all the time in the world huh. how can i ever convince even myself that i am a cheery, joyous come-what-may, peace-loving, embracing children of all races in a mother theresa manner character which i wish to believe in huh. my inner angry child sure is vocal despite my angelic appearance *gentle sigh* (harp playing in background and doves fluttering above my halo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fave advertisement at the moment: i..... can give u gatsby... gatsby... gatsby.....&lt;br /&gt;wish i was one of the girls to be fondling his face in the ad. hee hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073740200347894354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RmmL1JRbAlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/os8KZ9y1EoU/s200/Kimura_Takuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on a serious note. been reading this book recently. i think it's gonna be 1 of the few that might change my life in a rather drastic manner. i prolly won't talk about it openly now to avoid disappointment (mine) but if i succeed, i'm gonna be freaking thrill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-5500179011280671876?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zi0YWL8sW9U/RmmP-pRbAmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H4hdMdLkEDU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-3945146527998444247</id><published>2007-06-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:31:22.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coming out of seclusion</title><content type='html'>Actually, I was really in a coma since my last entry and has miraculous woken up, despite the doctor's pessimistic solemn words that i would remain a vegetable for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke. Simply didn't blog for months as the initial blogging fever is gone and experience no peer pressure either as only 2 blogger frens I've got aint blogging much (or none at all i.e. yishan) themselves. So dawn, sweetie, pls do not write me off as a vanished blogger as from my observation, u r not doing very well yourself, blog-wise. Ha. Btw, have u change your blog address again or simply not blogging huh. is it still the wretch thingy? Pls do update me. P.s: miss ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. it's june already. Can't believe how time flies. sometimes i feel that it's so fast, i can hear the 'whoosh' as time passes me by. none of my resolutions made this year happen either. life is so bleak and dreary for me. *proceed to flung myself v dramatically to the ground, sobbing hysterically in total darkness except for a lone spotlight shining on my god-saken forlorn form of a melancholy being.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to know that i am still as drama as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to blog about trivial stuffs of my life from now on, even if nobody bothers to read it. i get my kick from indulging in egoistic self-loving blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this mock exam today. v depressing. this horrifying relevation that i'm prolly not gonna pass my jlpt 1 this year. though i am much encouraged that i passed my 3 and 2 in one sitting each, it's gonna be different this time. after all, this is like the ultimate of all jlpt exams. i cant read enough kanji, get my listening and understand the comprehensions to get that pass for sure. *deep sigh* suppose to have an hour and half for the last paper but i couldn't really bother trying as i dun understand anyway so ended up randomly filling in the answers and left almost an hour before time's up. unfortunately i was the 1st to do so and this caused much curious glances in my direction as i made my way to the door. oh! trust me. it wasn't bcoz i was too brainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to catch 3/4 of desperate housewives 3 when i got home. happily missed last week's episode as i have conveniently forgotten to tune in. and it's not the 1st time. now i can't bloody make sense of the plot no more. there are so many new characters now that i dun know wth they are and all. i can't find any back episodes on youtube either (though i am eternally grateful for the supply of jap dramas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, life sucks. i used to catch almost every single episode for DH season 1 and 2. 1 of the few things i really enjoy (read: sad sad life). now that i can't follow the plot, i feel like there's no point in watching it anymore. felt deprived. like a little girl whose favourite doll has been taken away and told that i will never have it back again. after some time when i'm done with mourning my loss and got on with my life, the doll was given back but i no longer want it anymore. how weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say the things in life r really hard to predict huh. i guess there is a best moment, like a climate, to everything. once u have experienced that moment, even if more is given, u still think what u used to have was better. DH was fab when i used to watch it but now that i'm watching 3, i no longer enjoy it as much no more. caught shrek 3 last week and it was a disappointment. yeah it has its funnies but 1 and 2 were the classics. strange how sequels of many movies cannot match up to their prequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still recall my sec sch days in fondness. the carefree life a student led, albeit all that exams and stuff but at least all i had to do was studied and my obligation is met. ironically, i wouldn't choose to turn back time even if i could. the future is far more exciting. leave the past alone solely for memorial sake. that way, at least the memories remain the way i love to remember them by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun be mistaken i'm certainly not moaning about life. things can't be better than being alive! (unless i have my limbs missing or other body parts gone)&lt;br /&gt;i live a bummer's life now with watching hk and jap dramas endlessly and i'm loving it more than macdonalds (although i admit i love its mcwings).&lt;br /&gt;love watching how other pple's lives turn out, never mind they are fictional characters. it's the way i choose to learn about life and aint ashame to say this at all ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like reading a good book too but i dun do that often nowadays anymore. the exhilaration of a good plot which touches your heart deeply. my solace when life hits the mono lull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is the last time a great show or book reaches deep in your heart and made you feel that:&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Everything in the world, is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-3945146527998444247?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3945146527998444247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=3945146527998444247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/3945146527998444247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/3945146527998444247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/coming-out-of-seclusion.html' title='coming out of seclusion'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-117086689374889444</id><published>2007-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:48:13.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. i dun really care if i have not updated my blog for over a month or so. but the thing is! 4 more days! omfg! i am so excited! wanna scream out loudly follow by sleeping deeping for 90 hours!!! happ happy happy! ureshii ureshii sugoku ureshii! yippy! never me. i am just overly happy (no other word to describe). screw blogging. all that matter is 12feb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_______________________________________________________________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-117086689374889444?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/117086689374889444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=117086689374889444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/117086689374889444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/117086689374889444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-116754279570541670</id><published>2006-12-31T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T21:26:35.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Words &amp; Pix of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; The last day of 2006. better updated all pix b4 the year comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/355724/02022006082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy start of 2006. when me and dear are still slim-faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/304100/08122006310.jpg" border="0" /&gt; me &amp; shan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/245504/gorgeous%20girls%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; me &amp; dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/990264/26122006345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/84845/26122006341.jpg" border="0" /&gt; shan &amp; me @ some teenage mag theme cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/400/828306/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; me &amp; family at gyu-kaku having a little pre new yr eve feast on 30 dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/615623/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ramen &amp; some kimchi soup. aunt said the ramen is totally maggi mee in disguise but more ex and worse tasting. kimchi soup is freaking spicy and sour. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/200/797289/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt; me, pre haircut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/529679/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;me, post haircut&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shall spare all from my usual long winded monotonous speech today and just some wise words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;always felt an unexplainable uneasy feeling whenever a year is coming to an end. what have i achieve so far now that it's just a day shy of another year? have i not done something b4 a brand new year begins? either way, it's too late to think about all these now hence i hereby gonna do the cliche by listing my New Year Resolutions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. lose weight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. stop lighting up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. stop boozing.. so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. get a Real job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. have more discipline in all aspects of my life and transform into highly diligent individual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will limited myself to these 5 for 2007 as they will take up all year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May everybody make it a point too to live out the new year as a better person than they ever were! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007 YA ALL! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Best Wishes~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-116754279570541670?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116754279570541670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=116754279570541670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116754279570541670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116754279570541670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-last-words-pix-of-2006.html' title='My Last Words &amp; Pix of 2006'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-116611584706754194</id><published>2006-12-27T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T05:37:44.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>i'm not dead, yet, in case anyone's wondering. just been a v good girl (and proud of it) fervently revising for my jlpt 2 during my non-blogging absence which finally ended on dec 3 (so there! dys! i've been busy, not lazy! no need to remind me about my whole month long of non-blogging! *upturned nose*). actually felt v lost after that bcoz all i did was studied daily so when the exam was finally over, i didn't know quite what to do, not having to study anymore. that feeling didn't last long. a day or 2 later, i was soon slacking full time and pretty quite enjoying all that free time. am selling accessories at my aunt's now and earning a bit of living. some updates on my wonderful life, 2 weeks prior to my exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nov 19, my kind shany treated me to a massage session! my 1st ever! but i knew it would be definitely be all heavenly and soothing hence i was so looking forward to it! the place was at mosque st. we had a couple room so we could be massaged together (different masseuses, obviously). but 1st we gotta fill up some lame form complete with personal particulars, whether we go to other spa for massages or facials or slimming and illness history. i was mildly surprised when i was not asked if i had committed any crime b4 and jailed for it (oops, not job interview form, silly me). so anyway after that we were brought to our room which were dimmly lighted for our later comfort, of coz. we were told to totally strip and wear this disposable panties provided. lovely. then we lie on our beds which has this hole in it for us to put our faces in when we get massaged. i jokingly told shany that they should put tv at the bottom of the beds so that customers can get to watch tv when they are massaged instead of the boring carpeted floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our session was scheduled was an hour. we got aromatherapish oil rubbed on our body while we were massaged. overall, it felt great. except, my masseuse was a bit of an 'death grip' lady. it actually hurt a little more than feeling relaxing when she got a tad too heavy handed. i could totally tell from the way that shany was not screaming out loud in agony that her masseuse was a better one than mine. this girl Cannot Take Pain. she is the type who 'ouch' out loud when getting her hair straighten out with a hair ironer during rebonding. i dunno anyone else who does that. so my point is, she has a way low threshold for pain. hence she must be really comfy w the massage. lucky her ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were given nice green tea in pretty cups after our session. not surprisely, some lady sat us both in another room to discuss 'casually' if we would like to sign up for their spa packages. i thumbed thru their price menu and saw that an hour worth of massage actually cost a whopping $188. cutthroats. so naturally, we feigned slight interest at her proposal and promised to call back if we ever (no way in hell!) wanna sign up for anything. walked outta the place all massaged and relaxed (albeit Lady Death Grip's treatment) but uncomfortable with the stickiness on our bodies bcoz of the massage oil. off to orchard we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pix of shan then me snacking a little at this (can't rem shop's name) taiwanese food eating place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/200/512769/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/200/741149/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; shany and me taking pix of each other pretend eating. i truly believe that i am more talented than shan in this. see how my food is nearer to my mouth than shan's? furthermore, she is merely smiling and posing when i totally look open mouthed and ready to eat. imposter! *mad laughter* &lt;p&gt;in any case, enjoyable day ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 days b4 my exam, and what did i do? i treated myself to a jap meal at fiesta:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/799486/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lovely ^_^ i truly believe in tasting sweetiness b4 bitterness (totally against the traditional chinese teaching but nevertheless, it's my habit of rewarding before tolling). i helped myself to 2 whole plates of salmon sashimi though it cost me well over 10bucks for just 8 tiny slices of heaven (can buy a whole piece at supermarket for less but think of all the self-efforts of washing and cutting. freshness-wise, surely the restaurant is far superior?). in fact, i had already devoured an entire plate (see empty place on left) and was starting on the 2nd. teehee. even had salmon maki (i really love salmon) but couldn't finish. also had an order of fancy soda drink. shiok. see my stamp card on the bottom right corner? actually was also trying to accumulate chops at $20/stamp. hee hee hee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/596946/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/202835/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fully satisified, it's time to go over to watsons (tot shany would be pleased that i did) to stock up on the essentials as i dun plan to leave home all the way till the big day. as usual, when i need to get gums, the pharmacist will never be at the desk. freaking nice. btw, why do they bother to sell gums only over the pharmacy bcoz when i did, all they do is to hand me a lousy book to record my particulars w/o needing to checking my IC or whatever at all. for all they know, i could have just written some rubbish fake details. it's a waste of time i tell u.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/869369/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/839426/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but still, my breath needs its regular refreshing hence i tolerate this nonsense. man, i admire myself for my high threshold for crap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also pop by ntuc to stock up on food, of coz. plenty of maggi mee and cans of campbell soup, lychee etc. i actually manage to carry all these stuffs and travel on&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/833965/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/200/15037/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the mrt. even manage to dabao kfc too! hee. see those books? my jap dictionaries and 5-yrs series practice. i mean business man.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;oh, href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/683044/Image099.jpg"&gt;was on a strawberry diet for a while. realised they could taste sweet and delicious if u buy the right ones. well, my diet lasted for about 2 days (my supply finished and i didn't wanna go out to buy more. i need to stay home till exam, rem?). *shrug*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then again, i did went out once, the day before my exam. for one, i am sick of eating self-prepared maggi mee and also bcoz, the night b4, i dreamt of 4 numbers so &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/492185/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/320/466453/Image107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was tempted to go out and buy 4d as well. not surprisingly, the Q was long when i reached the betting outlet at 5.30pm on a sat evening. forced myself to join in and imagine my surprise when it was almost my turn, i then noticed a counter tucked away in a corner w no one in line. priority q for nets! holy shit! like that also can?!! i know golden village one priority Q for visa platinum members which i once had the privilege of buying from as my prestigious best fren owns a lovely card but priority Q for betting??!! no way! for a meagre 20cents extra, u could totally go there to place ur bets and simply pay with nets which almost everyone should have. bloody amazing. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/137607/Image102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/200/821409/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Female and male leads of Trick. Pretty &amp; Handsome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have a new best fren. the name is youtube. the whole world must have long been loyal patrons of this holy website but i only recently gotten to experience its joy. it all started when i actually paid good money ($10.90/mth) to subscribe to mobtv (which i maximize by watching almost all waking moments). when my subscription ended, i almost unwillingly paid for another mth and that was when i somehow came into the sweet arms of free &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/88060/Image103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/200/790280/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;viewings of unlimited stuffs on youtube. hence i decided to watch jap dramas online w/o needing to pay a dime (to think i once actually PAID to buy 2nd hand jap drama shows on auction. foolish me). i had watched all 3 series of this super nice jap drama, Trick, on youtube. love it to bits! not to mention i sincerely believe my jap had increased by leaps and bounds merely through enjoyment of freebie shows. my life is completed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trick is a mystery drama, the kind i dig watching bcoz i never know who the killer is until the end (i prefer to think that i am a trusting loving girl who sincerely believes in the goodness of mankind hence it is a tedious task for me to suspect anyone). i get my kicks when thoughtfully planned schemes of murderers were thoroughly revealed by the detective characters (never mind the fact that the detective person is always presented in situations when murders take place and unrelated events give clues and ideas to how a murder was committed). shows are meant for entertaining purpose, for real life is too mundane and coincidences are rare and far apa&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/813092/Image109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rt.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/1600/59985/Image111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/200/569049/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Examinees checking the boards for their room numbers. told u there were tons of them..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, the day arrived. i didn't manage to sleep much the night b4 (as usual) bcoz like last yr, i was desperately trying to cram as much info into my fatigue mind as possible. mummy offered me a ride to the exam centre which is like in the middle of god forsaken land, changi north. the centre itself is actually a jap primary sch. so i can tell u, for that 3 hours or so of the exam, i sat on ridiculous tiny chair and used small low table. wee. i bet this totally couldn't affect my concentration. my neck ached like hell throughout for having to bend so low ok! and u know wat, my chair didn't have a backing when everyone else's did. perfect. do u know how many people take the jlpt yearly? thousands, ok? and each person pays a minimum of $20 for registeration fee. this amounts to truckloads of money. can the jap association be more kind to us by having the exam at a more centralised location with Real tables and chairs for adults&gt;??!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;also couldn't believe that i actually bumped in a sec sch classmate who was assigned to the same room as me out of the 20 or so and sitting right next to me! what are the chances?!! he happily tried conversing to me in jap but sorry, i am shy about speaking it. tadah~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was super drained after exam but i know going home is not an easy feat. for one, only 1 miserable bus serves the bus stop outside. rem i said how many pple are taking the exams? in my zombie-like state, i remembered walking for like half hour, hoping to get a cab when i'm far enuff from everyone or finally walked to civilisation where there are more buses. Naive. did u know where i eventually reached?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6309/3208/400/243304/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i stood rooted to the spot for about 5 motionlessly minute b4 breaking out in a deranged laughter, fuelled by lack of sleep and usage of too much brain power for the past 3 hours. then, having to walk all the way here, dazed, only to find myself at a place like this. for a while, a voice in my head whispered to me to either &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plan 1. throw myself onto the road and await the merciful ending of my life at the next oncoming vehicle, preferably a 4 tons speeding truck. another half hour in the middle of the road only saw an uncle riding leisurely past on bicycle with suspcious glares in my direction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plan 2. climb over the fence of the prison, steathily travelling up to the serie killers' lock up compound in ninja style and offer myself to be sliced up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. too much work. never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hence i gave up, crossed the road and awaited for the sole bus that travels this vicinity to the nearest mrt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that was all 3weeks ago. i have since returned to my sane self and happy as a lark. many pix of gorgeous girls (meaning shany and me, dawny and me) to be updated on my next entry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Holidays to Everybody~! ^_____^"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-116611584706754194?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116611584706754194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=116611584706754194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116611584706754194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116611584706754194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-116360601698612706</id><published>2006-11-15T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:56:50.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image087.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image087.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st up is to express my amazement that, little she-demon, or The Brat (TB), age 2 and a half, is capable of self taking pix from my camera phone, completed with cheeky look and decorative victory sign. i believe she is the only female so far that i've seen who looks adorable when photographed without make-up. it's great to be a kid, whether or not if u are a TB. if u make mistakes, all it takes to be forgiven is The Innocent Look or a cute antic. Try doing that the next time u screw up something. i believe you will receive 2 tight slaps instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image087.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah.. was sick from sun till now. coughing my freaking lungs out and all that sick crap. this is what i get for doing my gf-ly duty of nursing The Bf back to health and in return, this. i am convinced as i am typing these words, more than 90% of the tiny air sacs inside my lungs, known as alveoli, had already burst and ruptured due to pressures resulted by incessantly coughing and as i sleep tonight, i might never wake up tmr. no amount of strepsils, slowly being dissolved in mouth every 2-3 hours, with cautiousness not to exceed the above mentioned dosage, is able to relieve me so far. i only feel like saying one thing, that is, i feel like smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i should look at life on the bright side eh. for eg, right now, my life is like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image092.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;raining so hard that i can't see what's in store for me in front. and my hopes and dreams feel like this:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The fallen flowers from a tree that littered the ground below. All withered and crushed under the feet of passerbys. ever heard of this chinese poem, with the last 2 ending lines: &lt;p&gt;Ye Lai Feng Yu Sheng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hua Luo Zhi Dou Shao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my pix depicts these 2 lines well, doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yeah.. still, after the rain (speaking of which, it's raining a lot these days isn't it? the monsoon's here), this is what i can expect:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image081.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Awww.. doesn't the big shining sun just cheer everyone up? dun ask me what i was doing at that place, anyway.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yup! now let's all be jolly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, went to vivocity (again). the last trip with shany's was rather rush and i didn't even get the chance to check out their outdoor area. so this time round, me and the bf, hand in hand, went about exploring together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the day was rainy, wet and sunless. inside vivo, it was packed like mad as expected. i finally saw the 'traffic police' of vivo with my own eyes this time. they are in green with white helmet and shades, and walked around with signs that say 'SHOP'. that was hilarious. had a good laugh about it. the bf tot i'm crazy. he can't appreciate humour as much as i can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there were a few girls dressed up as angels with exaggerated make up, including ultra-long skywards stick-on lashes, completely white. the bf tot it would be funny to point out how tall these girls are.. nope, doesn't shake my self-esteem at all, buddy. try harder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image072.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the outdoor area is so near the sea. actually have a real ship docked nearby. hello titanic! kidding. this one's doulos. apparently u can go up the ship and look around. there's actually a book sale going on right inside the ship and there are real crews too. suddenly feel like going for star cruise. i wanna go pull jackpot! heehee.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image072.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;on the other sider there's a whole long line of pple queueing to board a boat. the bf said that boat goes to batam. never been there. is there any real, cheap fun available for those who are not there for the whoring? do let me know if u know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i am soon bored of the outdoor and went back inside. it's time to look for food. i was starving. most of the restaurants are crowded and spotting long Qs and even fast foods and 2 foodcourts were full of pple. quite silly, actually. what's the point of opening a mega mall when u can't even provide enuff decent eating places for shoppers to dine in comfortably and not Q-ing endlessly or having to fight for seats with others? ended up we went to the food court at harbourfront (irony irony) where there are still seats available. big mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wanted to eat steak so headed for western food stall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me to counter girl: beef steak, middle rare. can add egg?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;girl: erm.. cannot... very busy now... (note: there was no apology)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean... wtf.. no seriously.. WTF. i decidedly there and then that i did not wish to handle this as a meek, anything-goes customer so i let out an audible HuH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;girl gave me a weak look and as if using her gaze to beg me not to make a fuss outta it and jus accept the crap she just dropped on me. honestly, what's wrong with all these @$$holes.. i expect them to hug and kiss my feet simply for choosing to order from them (ok, kidding). but really lo.. some fuckers are really so obvious in their intention to just set up a biz and earn as much as they can w/o exercising any form of customer service. gone is the good old days of 'the customer is always right'. nowadays, it seems, it's more of 'buy if u want, fuck off if u dun' type of attitude, i tell u. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe u r telling me, what's the big deal? it's jus a stupid egg. 1stly, it's not just a stupid egg. fyi, i love eggs. i can eat eggs every day cooked in any way. so u c how impt eggs are to me? 2ndly, i dun see how cracking 1 egg onto the already sizzling hot cooking stove and then charging me 50cents for it is a difficult task bcoz 'they are busy'. if they were 'so busy' and self-impt to Not want to earn extra, why dun they just go home and play with their genitals instead of opening a food stall? fuckheads. make me all agitated and foul mouthed, a far cry from my usual gentle, classy self. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was this one time, i went to a hawker centre western food store and asked for scrambled eggs instead of the sunny side ups shown on the pix. the hawker looked at me as if i had just grown a third eye on my forehead and told me can't do. why..why are singaporeans so inflexible?? is there only 1 road to rome?!!! i hate u all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the worst was not over. so apparently, the stupid girl whom i ordered from, shout out the the cook 'beef steak, middle' which i immediately corrected her it's 'middle RARE'. she repeated the order to the cook once again who didn't seem to respond to the correction and i deeply suspected the order was gonna come up as 'middle' instead of 'middle RARE'. and Surprise! i was right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am sick of being that everything's-ok customer, especially when I'M BLOODY PAYING FOR IT! hell am i gonna eat something which was not what i ordered and PAID FOR! i corrected her, and it's her own fault if she can't communicate those few simple words correctly. the cook had the guts to shoot me a dirty look AS IF I'M THE ONE TRYING TO MAKE THINGS HARD HERE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to hell with them all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i complained to the bf, he dismissed my whining and said 'what do u expect, it's a food court'. men. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as if i should blame myself for choosing to eat here instead at the restaurants, i suppose. here i am, at a food court, hence i totally deserved to be treated like shit even though I PAY GOOD MONEY FOR THAT CRAP I ORDERED. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so now, just bcoz i'm paying $6.50 for the beef steak instead of $65 for a filet mignon at some fancy-pantsy high end place, it's ok to gimme attitude? that's great. i believe this is what GEMS is all about. i'm not attempting to pick a bone outta an egg about the doneness of my steak BUT it does make a difference to my palates, all right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatever. don't wanna talk about it no more in case i am being grossly mistaken as a unforgiving and ranting madwoman who goes on and on about an egg and how well she wants her steak to be cooked. i know what i can do to pacify myself. that is to imagine anyone who has offended to be one of these slimy yuckers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! There. Hell hath no fury like a woman's wrath. take that~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes i believe i am a psychopath. maybe gotta get my brain check. till then, take care and try not to offend anyone, especially one loaded with estrogen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a little titbit for everyone. Enjoy~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've all experienced deja vu in our lives, but did you know there are many variants of deja Vu that you may have throughout your life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deja boo: The feeling that I've been frightened like this before&lt;br /&gt;Deja coup: The feeling my government has been overthrown like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja do: The feeling my hairdresser has given me this cut before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja eau: the feeling I've smelled this perfume before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja fu: The feeling I've been kicked in the head like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja who: The feeling I've known who was on first before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja knew: The feeling that I remembered this information before (before the test, that was).&lt;br /&gt;Deja loo: The feeling I've been to this bathroom before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja moo: The feeling I've drank this milk before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja new: The feeling I haven't experienced this before. (AKA, "Vuja De" - Nothing like this HAS EVER happened to me before.)&lt;br /&gt;Deja ooh: The feeling I've exclaimed at these fireworks before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja poo: The feeling I've stepped in this before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja Q: The feeling I've encountered this entity before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja rue: The feeling I've regretted this day before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja stew: The feeling that this is made from the pot roast my mom served the week before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja too: The feeling that I've experienced this before, also.&lt;br /&gt;Deja two: The feeling that I've experienced this before, twice.&lt;br /&gt;Deja you: The feeling that YOU have experienced this before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja zoo: The feeling that the monkey has done this in public before.&lt;br /&gt;DUH-ja-vu: The feeling that the answer was so obvious, that you *surely* should have known it before. DUH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-116360601698612706?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116360601698612706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=116360601698612706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116360601698612706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116360601698612706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/1st-up-is-to-express-my-amazement-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-116306701850646306</id><published>2006-11-09T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T07:25:48.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woo! it's sure been a while since i've updated my blog eh.. it's been like what? 2? 3wks? considered a rather lengthy amt of time (though i'm v confident that it is not as long as my best fren's... LoL~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a bummer like me who does not have to work her @$$ off for peanuts, i should be able to update more often isn't it? more about my bummer life later on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apology to the annoying cpanel popup thingy for the past few weeks. the tagboard was down and all. i followed the advice of my sweetie fren, dawny, and managed to get another tagboard up. do shout out to me, friends or foes, raves or rants. all are welcomed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And oh, thank you shany for her rather lengthy comment left on my last entry. very well said about 'an enchanted life' and all. indeed you are well-deserving to be the queen of pensive tots. i almost always agree with your tots, woman *approval nod, suddenly feeling sentimental and emotional* Nvm, let the blogging goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up! outstanding pix of me and shany at the very 'exciting' and very 'happening' ViVoCity! Weee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my impression:&lt;br /&gt;1) the place is huge. i mean, by sg shopping centres standards, vivo is like the palace of shopping centres in sg. biggest mall in sg, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) it's crowded. and i mean, like a gazillion pple per square feet or something. ok i'm kidding. but it's crowded. it didn't help that we went on a sunday. all sorta pple were there. we have the families, complete with running and screaming kiddoes, babies in prams, ah gongs ah mas and daddies mummies, the Couples which consist of lovebirds of all ages, the friends-outings, the ah bengs ah lians, and the Miss and Mr l-think-i-look-and-dress-like-supermodels-and-today-i-am-shopping-at-the-fab-vivocity hippies.&lt;br /&gt;took a pix when travelling down the escalator to capture the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; all i can say is i cannot see the start of the crowd at all. all up ahead was totally a sea of bobbing heads to me. and this was taken at the side escalator, mind you. i did travelled down the main ones right in the centre of the mega mall and was greeted with the sight of what i assumed to be 50% of the sg population. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) vivocity is... just another shopping centre really. apart from its size and all the shoppers, thanks to widespread publicity and the lack of availability of entertainments in sg. most shops in vivo can be found in other places as well, only diff is those located in vivo are bloody huge and upsized. think Giant HYPERmart etc. make sense. cant be having midgets living in palace, can we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;didn't bother to take much pix of the place actually. was in foul mood walking around so much just to get from one place to another. that's a true singaporean for u. too small = nothing to see. too big = so much walking to do. yeah. i'm one sulky whiny 100% singaporean! haha~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i wasn't exactly there to do shopping that time due to recent serious lack of funds and hence am living on shoestring budget. shany wanna checked out this store, candy empire, so after much efforts and what i believe to be 3.2km later, we were there. the store was jam-packed with shoppers (surprise!) and i was pleasantly delighted to find that besides sweetstuffs, they actually have potato chips etc too. many of the products bear foreign brands (i believe from the states) and n&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/24102006175.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/24102006175.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot those common ones we can find in ntuc or something. on the downside, many of the shelves are not stocked fully or none at all and a lot are not priced. shany asked if if i tot the shelves were empty bcoz they weren't stocked yet or did the products already flew off the shelves. good question, old girl. u might as well have asked me the age-old question instead: what do u think, reeny, that does the chicken come 1st or does the egg come 1st? to both questions, i would have been none the wiser, although deep in my little beating heart, i have always been on the chicken's side instead of the egg's. do ask me why the next time. i would like to explain to you the theory behind my belief. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i digress. apology. so here's a pix of shany and me in a shot strategically self-taken to capture the store signboard. notice anything diff about me...??? *coy* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah.. i got bangs.. teehee *shy* i tot it made me schoolgirlish but shany said i look rather grown-up instead. surprise surprise.. and oh, shany got curls! curls! all nu qiang ren looking and all now isn't she? Awww~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we did not manage to have a decent sit-down meal at the many eating places and restaurants in vivo as we only had half hour to spare after leaving candy empire before our movie. hence i brilliantly suggested sneaking carl's jr in to snack in the cinema. the queue at carl's jr was ridiculously long. it's my 1st time eating. i can't believe the portions they're offering. who do they think they are feeding? pigs??? and i tot burger king's whopper was a huge mf size of a burger already... i ended up buying a bacon cheeseburger thingy with cheesy beef fries or something. long tedious names which i can't rem. i got full just by stuffing my face with the cheesy beef fries alone and brought home the cold cheeseburger as supper. Lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/24102006178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/24102006177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/24102006176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;madly self-taking pix to kill time while in the queue in carl's jr, ignoring the curious looks of others queueing. notice how shany's expressions look rather similar in all 3??? (so do i, actually... only know how to say pple but not ownself.. )LoL~&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/24102006182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/24102006182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. i wonder why forever when shany and me take pix, our poses always look the same in every pix huh.. heehee.. lack of creativity! this was taken in the car in the carpark b4 we leave vivo. actually brazenly stopped quite in the middle of the carpark and started snapping away inside the car.. DuH.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, girls will be girls. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, btw, your curls look good in this pix, woman. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image045.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And... no relevance to the vivo trip but i would like to put up a huge pix of me and dearie.. we haven't been taking much pix these days, have we? &lt;em&gt;Anata no koto ai shite iru yo ~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;well! and now, gonna share some random pix of my everyday life. let's see what i've got here... hmmm...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1st up: blogging for dummies! anyone's interested? spotted at orchard mrt's popular bookstore some time back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Next, girl with red pumps spotted on bus. this is tricky.. on 1 hand, i totally agree red makes a girl really stands out but.. upon closer inspection of outfit, i'm not so sure if the red pumps is quite complimentary to her overall look.. it felt like an attempt to glamourise oneself gone wrong. i would love to hear comments from other girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next. I dunno since when but i sorta develop an appreciation for clouds. and so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I've got fluffy cottony clouds right here and...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;angry looking dark clouds, complete with a glimpse of the sun peeping out behind and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;of coz, rainy clouds. something about the rain falling onto the road, and all that trees and hdb flats behind make it a very nice pix to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ha ha i think is this funny.. mysterious single slipper found on the road. i believe some pple seen such things b4 and like me, we will all be wondering how the heck it ended up there. this was until, my wise fren, shany, enlightened me one fine day by relating this incident, if i rem correctly, she was driving (or were you just walking along the road or something?). nvm. the main thing is she saw this motorist on bike sorta just accidentally dropped his slipper. so there! now you know how a single slipper ended up on the road! Careless motorists on bike wearing slippers lost them while travelling! Mystery solved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/29102006643.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/29102006643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My flushed left cheek from excessive drinking. ok dun roll &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image019.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;your eyes.. hey i say these are random pix didn't i? besides, i dun see the point of owning a camera phone if i can't take silly nonsense pix when i want to. so, isn't it great? no blusher needed. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;a fragment of my childhood memories.onced bustling with life, now ruined and dilapidated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image062.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image062.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are how the inside of avocadoes look like.. if you ever know how they look like on the outside in the 1st place.. looks like guava hor..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is how the inside of very very full juicer looks like... i told my aunt this juicer is so not value for money. the pulp is still very much wet and all. told her about this all powerful, king of all juicers commercial which i have seen on tv once for 200bucks but she thinks its a waste of money. surely in the long run getting a better machine will mean we can be sure that every fruit we put in produces more juice? oh, nvm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image074.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image074.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image051.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pix of a very sweet slice of honeydew (or izzit rock melon???). i never like honeydew b4 eating this fateful one. can't you just tell by looking at it how absolutely juicy it's gonna be? and see how nicely cut it is, complete with the leafy deco thingy (izzit parsley?? *shrugs*. and the best thing is, it's free. complimentary bcoz the chicken tasted funny. i love dining at fancy place! LaLaLa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image004.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image004.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some very 'white' watermelon. i think they need a tan (cold joke). can i say that they are the whitest w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image003.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image003.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atermelon i've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one afternoon when i boarded bus 74 and was surprised to find myself the only passenger. what are the odds? yaya so u think it's no big deal but i'm just a little weirded out la.. dunno if the bus driver is a kidnapper or not.. haha.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image081.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok these 2 are quite overdue but still rem like 3 to 4 wks back when the bloody haze just started? so these 2 were what i had taken when the psi was over 100. it was pretty scary. couldn't see the buildings as they were shrouded in the haze and all. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image106.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and this was when one fine morning i was happily minding my own business in my aunt's shop and then heard this bang. 1 Getz kissed lorry's backside. Ouch. took down the getz's licence plate though.. lol... :P &lt;p&gt;that's all, folks. i need to go do some studying now. my JLPT (jap lang proficiency test) is coming up in less than a mth. die die must pass. quite happy with my life now. can do what i want, no job to rush to, no deadline to meet, no work pressure.. jus passing each day with late nights and late risings, plenty of tv, snacking and whatever i wanna do. trying to study more though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh, recently had the pleasure of watching lotsa movies too. i like movies. and shows. i find life too monotonous sometimes. that's why ordinary pple like u and me find excitements, romance, adventures etc inside the silver screens to fill up the voids within ourselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the world's a stage, and all the men and women are the players.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to me, movies are not merely a form of entertainment. when i do come across some really good and meaningful shows, i find that i actually learn life lessons or gain certain insights and perspectives that i've never known or considered b4. on a lighter note, a comedy always crack me up and brighten up my day a little. i wanna watch movies until the day i die *determine* -_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. maybe i shall go watch a little tv 1st.. just to chill out a little b4 i hit the books ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-116306701850646306?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116306701850646306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=116306701850646306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116306701850646306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116306701850646306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/woo-its-sure-been-while-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-116154334512093085</id><published>2006-10-22T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:55:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love is in the air~~~</title><content type='html'>i think i have too much time on hand. i kinda think about life in general a lot these days.. besides working a few hours a week, basically i'm almost permanently at my aunt's place, helping out sometime and trying to study for my jlpt 2 this coming dec. just bought a kanji (chinese character) dictionary + a 5-yrs-series (practice makes perfect. this was what i had learnt in my sec sch days) + a jap fashion mag (to be honest, cannot really pronounce many kanjis in the mag. u can hardly blame me. the pronounciations are almost entirely diff from chinese, and i, a chinese, keeps relating them to chinese pronounciations... + ok ok... i haven't really been studying hard enuff.. *shame-faced*). nevertheless, i could still ogle at the jap ladies in the mag. see, i believe jealousy among the same sex is silly. one must learn to appreciate the good qualities in others. they damn slim and chio ok... however, i must say they all rather look similar.. with their curly locks and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! the bloody dictionary alone cost me about 80bucks k.. heartpain... i'm a pauper u know.. 5-yrs-series is 30bucks and mag is 15bucks.. bloody hell... the only time that i wish i had a kino discount card... *grumble grumble*. but at least the consolation is the total cost is still cheaper than one term's school fee at my jap sch. omg.. only about 1mth+ to go b4 my jlpt 2.. i must study hard.. learnt my lesson from last yr when i took my jlpt 3.. i only studied hard the night b4! typical lazy bum me. but jlpt 2 is gonna be much much more difficult so i must gen batte! if i pass, next yr can happily go find jap company employment liao.. heeheehee.. this is enuff reason for me to relac for the rest of 2006! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new best friend now is mobtv which i paid for $10.90/mth. initially i subscribe only to watch 'the enchanted life' on channel 8 which i sometimes missed so bobian go subscribe but being singaporean, i will make my $10.90 worth by downloading AS MANY SHOWS AS I CAN! *wild laughter* plus i so free.. dun say the 9pm show la.. i also watching the 7pm 'Chalice Fairy' la, HDB tai tai la.. erm... oh liao zhai also! aiya anyway is download as many as i can la. heehee.. cheapo cheapo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. it kinda made me scare actually.. sigh.. why am i so slack when my peers are hard at work from mon to fri, 9 to 5 or even beyond? hmmm.. refer to my last entry about my solemn what-is-life piece. anyway i think i am too old to suffer from peer pressure. i feel happy now. so that's all is gonna matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... are u watching the enchanted life too? yvonne lim is looking good! slim, fair, great hair, i totally love her to bits in this current drama. now then i realise how sorta charming pierre png is. basically the plot is quite cliche and unoriginal but still, i find myself glued to this serie. i guess that's the appeal of shows ba.. in real life, there will never be that many coincidences and that prince charming, despite being a CEO of a MNC company, will always have ample time for the female lead. they always look good all the time, even at home, and the romance is so intense, the only time men are portrayed as sensitive and romeo-types (hmmm.. izzit a coincidence or loverboys are but fictional? my advice to is go read 'men are from mars, women are from venus' by john grey. very enlightening). heehee. but i thoroughly enjoy watching a good show la.. they fulfill some fantasy in one which we might never encounter in real life... the pisces girl needs to satisfy her daydreams which the real world cannot offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly think about marriage. what is it like? what made 2 persons commit to it? i used to think marriage is a far away thing for me, even up till now. have i had enuff fun? do i wanna settle down, have a family of my own? honestly i still feel very kiddish most of the time. i almost always just wanna enjoy myself. marriage to me seems to be for the mature, solemn grown-ups only. then it hits me then i'm actually a grown up too isn't it.. looking around, most of my frens are either still in uni or recently freshly graduated and are part of the workforce. hence virtually zero pressure to settle down at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1 of my previous entry, there is a most adorable baby whose mummy is my aunt's customer. the mummy is only 20 but baby is almost going to be 1-yr-old. surely the mummy is too young in my opinion. i kinda feel sad for her.. like she had not even have enuff fun, enjoy enuff of her youth but yet baby came along.. she told me she feels bored most of the time bcoz she's a stay-home mum now. she smokes a lot a drink at home when she's bored. i feel like sighing. isn't motherhood a joyous thing? but of coz.. i can hardly blame her.. and i am not her, so i will not understand. but being almost the same age, i sorta know how she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking thru my friendster, this pri sch fren of mine, who added me some time back, now posts pix of her newborn son. i was actually very surprised. i did saw her posted wedding photos when i 1st added her but i didn't expect.... (sometimes i can be very blur and ignorant).. she's my age. i rem we used to play all those childish games like zero point and hopscotch during recess during pri sch, went to her house after sch and all. she was quite a chubby girl back then but now she's slim and all! basically she's just on my friendster and i didn't really msg her either but i'm really surprised.. married and just given birth.. how does all these feel??!!! i'm pretty bewildered but at the same time, mystified but all these. me and my best fren shany, once agreed that marriage will be the next milestone of our frenship, follow by motherhood. i think any normal girl will be looking forward to these life-changing experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will strive to enjoy my single life to the fullest as i can b4 i tie the knot and junior me comes along. after all, i believe having children is a longlife responsibility. frankly.. i am really looking forward to having kids! (maternal instinct, i blame my hormones). i have even tot of what to name my daughter! (also sorta know what to name my son but is hesitant and is not as certain as my daughter-to-be). heehee.. happy to know that the bf is not a committment-phobia freak. shall let nature takes its course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last week, i followed the bf to his fren's wedding dinner. ok.. i admit i went along for the food and alcohol... teehee.. ang pow not from me anyway... hahaha.. the bridegroom bearhugged the bf at the entrance (i believe he is already pretty high by the time we arrived) and then gave me a firm handshake when i said my congrats, followed by a low whisper telling me that the bf is a great catch. gesture appreciated. the bride, whom i stole a few glances at, was shockingly petite. i must explain that the bridegroom was towering, even taller than the bf who is 1.8. the bride seems my height of 1.5ish. wow. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image008.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image008.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i made sure my red wine glass is constantly filled at all time! heeheehee.. wat.. i already admitted i was there for the booze, didn't i? kept a glass of water nearby too, u know, wine makes u thirsty.. oohhhhhhh... the food is not bad too! very standard affair, 1st being 'the cold plate' followed by shark fin then steam fish la, suckling pig (super delicious!!!), sliced abalone etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayaya.. i know i suaku ok.. the last wedding dinner i attend is like dunno, 10yrs ago or something k... relatives very little can or not... but i think i enjoyed almost every dish. happy! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image045.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image045.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the suckling pig is so nice!!! the skin is crispy, and the meat is so tender and delicious!!!!! and the best thing is i didn't even have to 'kiup' the food myself. the bf was so kindly putting the goodies onto my plate so all i have to do is to enjoy! i swear i floated in the air for like 30secs when i bit into the meaty pork. it's. bloody. nice! no words can describe.. become fat al&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image057.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image057.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.. *sheepish*... know my plate is very full la.. got sliced abalone la.. scallop, my lovely suckling pig, mushroom, sea cucumber and my fave veg, brocolli. and of coz, my lovely red wine. i was a very happy girl that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed myself although it was not at a fancy, town-located hotel, wedding banquet. maybe the bf is right.. the location is not all it matters.. deep in my heart i might still wish to hold my future wedding at a certain hotel starting with the letter 'M' (not M hotel, fyi) but i suddenly realise, i think i will rather all my close frens and loved ones, albeit very few (due to anti-social nature), are able to share my special day when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish all lovers eternal romantic happiness. especially to one fren of mine who told me that he's gonna get married soon.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-116154334512093085?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116154334512093085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=116154334512093085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116154334512093085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116154334512093085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-is-in-air.html' title='love is in the air~~~'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-116040869244618690</id><published>2006-10-14T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:15:03.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the philosophical sashimi girl</title><content type='html'>so mid autumn festival just passed like last last fri. just another traditional cheena occasion to me. and what's up with all that mooncake-eating huh. didnt read sunday times is it?!! 1 4-yoked mooncake will set u back 1000 calories ok.. that's already half of a young women's daily calories intake wor! my share of mooncake eating was only limited to like a 1/8 slice of a bing pi orangish thingy mooncake. shany said marriotts (good old marriotts... *wistful*) was launching this bing pi with yogurt thingy mooncake which i would love to try but guess what? i never got around to buying it (the only marriott staff i still knew had already left to join SQ hence staff discount lobang has ended). but good for him! i had once visualised joining the oh-so-seemingly-glam flying industry. surely the 3-4k monthly pay and all that flying to japan, paris and other fancy countries wouldn't hurt but i forsee myself intolerable with full of craps passengers and the even shitter seniors and pilots (no thanks to horror swear-it's-true 1st encounter stories of flight attendents frens), all that jet lag and thick makeup when i can't even bother to touch up my gloss in daily life most of the time. still, JAL and ANA still are attractive to me.. shall i ever go try? hmmm... think my shortiness will be 1 of the few disadvantages.. anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with all that mooncakes... cannot be bothered to eat it every yr. i am grossly mistaken by the bf that my refusal to eat mooncakes is due to my fear of gaining weight, but honey, if i am happily enjoying fried food all the time, calories is almost the last thing on my mind (albeit, a very nagging, guilt-inducing, last thing on my mind). so u see, not all women are the same. yeah so most of us live for the occasionally shopping trips (vivocity! i must go soon!) and do secret calories calculations in our mind but in the case of the mooncakes, i believe i will never ever go crazy over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my only memoir of this yr's mid autumn fest. a lonesome, somewhat reddish-orangish thing if mistaken, to be tot as yet another street lamp if not for the distance. i blame the haze. i blame indonesia. i blame nature. i blame man. i blame everything except yours truly. the almost forgotten hourly psi level report on the top left hand corner of tv programme is but a distant memory to me until now. last week or so, there were days when nearby buildings were shrouded in cloud of haziness and the bf proclaiming that kl was suffering 200ish level of psi. horror horror. images of death and tots of doomness overcame me. pardon the drama queen in me but suddenly i am glad that i was rather carefree (read: sorta jobless. just sorta..) now and hence translate into living life to the fullest and not suffering in any OL job for the sake of a meagre monthly pay. seriously, i truly believe i am the least discipline person i've ever known in this world. how, am i ever gonna manage a 9 to 5 job, when i, up till now, the old age of 22, rest as and when i fancy? i believe my only option now is to get married, have kids and be a stay home mum. my consolation is, i like kids. but this also means i can be a teacher, can't i? but back to the 'rest as and when i fancy' part, it is daunting. conclusion: i. am. hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no, cannot have such useless tots. women must learn to be independent. just in case. u never know. nothing in this world is certain. that's for sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. i have come to the conclusion that one should not have gloomy tots. really gets a person down and depress. i used to mop around getting all depressed and all but in retrospect, i would feel like bashing myself up bcoz the kind of pple who moan and groan all day long about gloominess and doominess would be the kind i wanna slap and ask to wake up. c'mon.. we're living in sg.. it can't be that bad right.. at least all our basic needs like food and shelter are more than fulfilled so we dun have to worry all day long. cliche but imagine all those poor suffering africans. can't even have enuff food everyday and live in crap environment. where got energy and chance to go fulfil their ambitions?? so really, believe that you have a choice. if ur job is stupid and u are immersely unhappy, then for goodness sake jus quit and go do what u want la! i really think it's meaningless, not to mention tremendously torturous, just to work for the sake of money. granted, having a stable or for some, generous income, is fab of coz. but there is a price. u exchange your time, your life, earning it. so in the end will u ever have any time that u can call your own to spend those hard-earned dough? if not, then what's the purpose of having so much? ya u tell me it's bcoz to save for rainy days but working like a dog almost all ur life jus to save for rainy days?? so, when u are all old and shrivelled up like prune, u finally can spend all these stashed away money on like what, botox and medical care? sianz la.. youth is also an asset isn't it.. i'm not trying to critisize anyone, which i dun think i'm qualified to, but i dun see what's wrong in enjoying oneself when u r still young and single. i'm not married but i can just see from my mum or my aunt to know that when one gets older, there is more responsibility like family and children and then u can no longer put yourself in the 1st priority. wanna go japan holiday but no.. needs to save for ah boy/ ah girl's uni funds.. support ageing parents, children still young, housing loan still got 20 more yrs, all sorts of taxes to pay.. sianz la.. think liao also depressed xia.. ya so u can argue aiya of coz is work hard 1st then enjoy life right.. wanna go holiday, cannot. wanna buy diamond ring, cannot. everything cannot. wait old then retire liao, take out cpf, give children, then ownself stay old folks home. or mayb ur children v filial, let u stay with them. that's wonderful but what am i gonna do with all that cpf? that's a diff with going for holiday when u r still young, daring and fun-loving compared to at the age of 60. ur bones will get too brittle to try that bungee jump or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please yourself 1st b4 u please others. or else u will just end up feeling resentful and bitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but still, a lot of things are easier said than done. this, i am still not foolish enuff to ignore. after all, everyone has their obligations towards others in life. we are meant to be group animals and not loner, so i guess if everyone only care for their own pleasures, this world would be a selfish place. still, i'm trying to say that do dote on yourself. i feel that many pple are too harsh with themselves. they blame themselves when things do not work out the way they expected. my guideline is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you have already tried your best, regardless of the outcome, i think u shouldn't have any regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can quite frankly say i do not have many regrets in life bcoz i made the decisions myself so i dun see why i should later on mourn about things. some things are just beyond our control and we are powerless to the results. it's human nature to want things we cannot get. so if u are frustrated or even downright depressed about something, or even someone, u cannot obtain, and u have already given your bestest efforts, then perhaps it is best to just move on. we have too many wants in life. i believe there will be something or someone else out there to fulfil your most inner wants eventually. no point sticking around, beating yourself up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;moving on is just like trying to get outta your toasty warm bed on a rainy morning. once u have forced yourself up, u might even be surprised how u dun actually feel like sleeping in anymore. it's hard. i've been thru this many times, and trust me, if i, the slackest person i've ever known, can do that, many of u can do it too. it's just a thin line separating a lot of things. but the crossing over is the hardest part. humans are emotional creatures. most of the time, at least for me, it's often the feelings of attachment that is our greatest boundary. i can be a very sentimental person, making it even more difficult for me to give up a lot of times and move on. the unforseen future can also be very daunting. as emotional as we are, we are also extremely habitual. to leave behind the comfort of what we have now, nevermind if the present situations are no longer beneficial for us, is a huge difficulty for many pple. but i've learnt that i'm sick of looking back and living in the past. i dun wan to keep having to wondering the 'what if...' questions. it's meaningless. there's a gazillion possibilities so i now choose to preserve my sanity and just keep moving on in life. know what evolution is? the saying goes 'survival of the strongest'. i have no intention of being a prey, though i am not exactly carnivorous too. just wanna be a normal girl in this abnormal world, living a life that i choose. i am guilty of looking at the world thru rose-tinted glasses. but now that i am wiser, my sense of wariness grows and my ability to fend for myself will pretty much enables me to survive w/o much scratches. meanwhile, i am loving this life. i definitely dun wanna die, yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OoooOOoOOooo.. boy am i philosopical today eh.. hee.. maybe i'm a budding self-help book author in making! that'll be lovely actually, considering i haven't much clue to what i really, truly, wanna to do with my life. that's quarter life crisis for you. frown. but the good news is, i have no complaints now, and i have no wish in doing so anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wishing everyone a nice life. perhaps it would be rather appropriate to wrap up what i wish say in 1 short sentence:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;follow your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;backtrack to when i was still 16, my naive self sincerely believed that life is all studying hard, get all sorts of degrees, then find a good job and settle down. i have since understood that there is no one standard, perfect life for everyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what do i really want? what do U really want? at the end of the day, i think everyone just wanna be happy. but there are an infinite routes to happiness. hope everyone can eventually find theirs, and oh, nobody lives forever. dun forget this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers~ ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-116040869244618690?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116040869244618690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=116040869244618690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116040869244618690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/116040869244618690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/philosophical-sashimi-girl.html' title='the philosophical sashimi girl'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115980838843736499</id><published>2006-10-03T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:59:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day, i was comfortably seated in front of my darling's computer and imagine my pleasant surprise when i found that my darling has been looking at my blog (he claims that it's a waste of time blogging and is a rubbish activity but no.... went to look.. heeheehee... sneaky pig.. :P ). but i was soon a little confused with different tried attempts addresses to my blog page. upon closer inspection, i found the following addresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.dairyofssashimigal.blogspot.com"&gt;www.dairyofssashimigal.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.dairyofasashimigirl.blogspot.com"&gt;www.dairyofasashimigirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.diaryofasahimigirl.blogspot.com"&gt;www.diaryofasahimigirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, none of the above is correct.. at this point, i was not sure whether to laugh or cry. yes, my sweetie pie, of all pple, is rather clueless to my blog address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comment to 1st try: gal. i never use the word 'gal'. not when addressing myself or to my girlie buddies. i use girl, woman, charbo, nu ren. anything but gal. to me, gal always has a cheesy ring to it. backtrack to the infamous irc era. u see icygal, snowgal, shygal, happygal, what-the-f-gal nicks which 13yr old girls gave themselves. it's lame. since then i have known it deep in my heart that 'gal' is a lamo way of calling a girl. hence u can say that i was visibly upset to find that my baby would think i would ever dream of using 'gal' in my blog address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd try comment: so u notice my dear is confused with the words 'dairy' and 'diary'. now this is a small problem. most pple have mixed up diff words which seem similar in spelling. i have seen enuff to know that. it's rather amusing though, the whole thing. if the 2nd try was my real address, it is rather laughable that i would choose 2 diff type of food, dairy and sashimi in the same name. sure, i enjoy my regular glass of milk and like cheese, so yes, i love dairy products. i love the meat of the very producer of dairy as much as i cannot resist sashimi. but dairyofasashimigirl, is just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3nd try comment: finally he gotten 'diary' right but alas! 1 missing 's' in 'sashimi'! this, i blame myself. u see, when i 1st pondered painstakedly over my blog address, many ideas came into my mind, like 'ibloodylovesalmonsashimi'. but being a greedy girl with many loves, it's really hard to just choose 1 thing i like and put it permanently as my add. i even comtemplate putting everything in so it would turn turn out as 'ibloodylovesashimiandsteakandboozeandfagetc' but clearly it is not practical for remembrance sake. hence, i decided not to be too extreme with the 'bloody' thing and settled for my now address. i tot that it is easy to rem by but in retrospect, maybe i had been too confident with my decision. i ought to be more realistic to know that the word 'sashimi' may not be as easy to rem as i tot. hell, if i myself am sometimes still confused with 'izzit wasabi or wasabe (the 2nd one is correct)' i must admit it is part of my wishful thinking that 'sashimi' is a unmistakeable word on everyone's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, my apology to friends about my i-tot-v-easy-to-rem-but-even-the-bf-gets-it-wrong blog name. i regret to inform all that it will still be here to stay, as lao niang cannot be bothered to change to another blog name, though, perhaps, 'doreenblog.blogspot', would have been the easiest to rem, albeit v, v, v unoriginal. the bf would just have to rem from now on or suffer many there's-no-fury-like-a-woman's-wrath hellish breakbursts. but i still love u k, dear? ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! today's entry is about buses and mrt! yaya i know i talk about that all the time but this time i am going to entertain u pple with pix instead. yeah.. i'm a cunning photo-taker. when i am on the road, i click materials which i find of blogging value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st i would like to talk about is the appearances of ang moh on our humble sunny island. yeah, so ang mohs ain't a rare sightings in sg. but the thing is, i have been seeing more and more of them in v heartland places like opp my house kopitiam la, bus stops la instead of orchard road. wth, i even saw this black guy, not indian, real, african guy, at where u know? food centre cum wet market place! wah lau.. funny leh.. dear say scarly he is kidnapper or something as he noticed the guy had da bao like 2 packets of rice. lol. too much drama watching liao boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah... ang mohs in sg nowadays in sg downgrade liao ah? tot these 'expats' drove big cars and live at holland condos&gt;??? maybe after so many yrs in sg, they all v clever liao. know chicken rice is cheaper in hawker centres instead of patronising mandarin hotel and pay like 20times the price. lol. got 1 taxi uncle haolian to me that during the glorious days, ang moh would charter his taxi and go lucky plaza buy gold or something then reward him with fat tips. so gone are these days and the new generation ang mohs live in hdb and take mrt also. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image009.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st ang mohs sighting: on mrt. a ang moh son and ang moh father pair sitting directly opp me. was rather intimidated by the duo, especially when i took this pix, ang moh father was doing some stretching on hand holders or something. xia dao wo... with their towering heights which were also visible when seated, i tot it would be wise to avoid any form of eye contact like any petite chinese girl would have chosen to do in my situation. and i was not even remotely near town area stations then. they sure look like 2 of those carefree, i-dun-give-a-crap backpackers type of ang moh tourists, not ur regular shenton way suit and tie mr expat. so much for self-proclaiming to be liberal-minded and westernised thinking. i was pretty gobsmacked by their presence on the mrt. suaku sashimi girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image045.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd sighting: also on mrt, nel line. ya this dude is not the typical blonde hair blue eyes type but definitely ang moh (or at least eurasian??). slightly keenu-reeves-lookalike. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd sighting: malibu barbie girl spotted! in fact i see her every morning when i am at my aunt's shop, waiting for bus. in in fact fact there is not just her but another ang moh girl with her too sometimes. maybe sisters. in in in fact fact fact also got this ang moh guy comes to my aunt shop a couple of times too, buying veg sticks or fruits for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me (gobsmacked): wah!!! got ang moh come our shop leh! heeheehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt (nonchalent): aiya.. suaku la.. never see ang moh b4 izzit??!!! nearby got condos la.. what's so surprising??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's surprising bcoz most of the time when i look out of the shop to pple watch, i only see uncles and aunties walking around doing minding their own biz in their pyjamas or something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last but not the least.. ang moh classmate! learning. japanese. ok la this 1 not so rare. after all, commercial schs r supposed to have students of diff nationalities, right? got 1 more i see b4 is a heavily pregnanted ang moh lady, think go give birth liao (last time also got 1 pregnant classmate, tai tai, korean, married to jap guy, would always sit behind me and stroke her swollen belly. buay tahan... too relac liao.. go home also walk can liao.. stay orchard one.. got other classmates also the same, all live nearby nia, walk can liao. envy...). but i digress... u got hear ang moh speak jap 4? quite funny, like how they sound when they speak chinese. teehee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiya.. just amaze by ang mohs in neighbourhood places la.. more used to seeing them in town areas instead leh.. anyway got other stuffs when i am on public transports.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;inconsiderate auntie #1: gigantic shopping trolley park right in the middle of the bus walkway. knn.. auntie, your ah gong bus ah? pple dun need to walk izzit??!! cannot forgive lo.. even if u say i mean to critise ignorant poor fendless i-m-just-a-harmless-auntie-with-a-heavy-trolley-jampacked-with-stuffs-and-nobody-is-giving-me-a-helping-hand. auntie...cannot like that la.. pple need to walk pass one mah... next time dun like that ok?? ok?? promise hor...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;inconsiderate auntie #2: pressing entire body against pole on crowded mrt so that other standing passengers cannot hold on to pole for balance. yes, that one is an auntie! the back and clothes and size look like man i know but IS AN AUNTIE! i cannot stand such pple lo! f la.. i dun need to hold izzit??!!!! make me agitated one leh.. these kind of pple totally oblivious to other who want to hold on to the pole too one lo.. i purposely go hold onto the same pole hoping that she will get the message and get her bloody weight off it but noooo...... squashed my hand instead! make me wanna shout a string of hokkien vulgarities at her lo... sorry la... i get angry v easily one.. petty type.. anyway, she think is her pole izzit?? then bring home la! lock up in storeroom! then nobody can ever use it anymore! happy! kns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this one is hor, i wanna use this person's outfit example to gently remind everyone never to wear top and bottom with the same design i.e. stripes and stripes. it's v unmatching. just like floral top with floral bottom, top to toe denim clothes. stop! no fashion sense. and for god sake.. get off the f-ing pole!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the awkward sleeping position, too weary OL commuter. amusing. And the scary.......&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;..... Sadako herself waiting for mrt!!! omg!!! attractive long flowy hair is one thing, way-too-long, sadako-of-the-ring-like hair is plain scary shit! when i look at her locks close up, i can still see water dripping from her tips! OMFG! i swear i'm not the one staring at her. i heard a few pple whispering about her behind me. i got this scary tot that what if one day her hair is so long until it get caught when she travels on the escalator and a whole bunch actually gets ripped outta her head, revealing a bloody meshy partially botak mess???!!!! HORROR!!! no need pay money to watch horror jap movies anymore. jus go places where there are escalators, wait with popcorn and coke in hand for goldilock to pass by!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually i like to take scenery pix too. from time to time will see exceptional weather scenes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image079.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Threatening angry dark clouds looming in a distance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image098.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's 6ish in the evening and i see Mr Sun! Pretty! (the house also v pretty! lol..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...And not forgetting my lovely salmon sashimi! on it's own or wrapped up in sushi, i love it i love it i love it and i cannot get enuff of it! it's sweetly delicious! but no thanks to shan who tells me about a fat jap guy who eats raw food all his life and one day was admitted into hospital for unbearable headache. apparently, doctors find maggots in his brain! i mean, how gross is that!!! how can i possible eat sashimi and middle rare steak in peace now??!!!! i hate u shan!!!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But luckily (or should it be UNluckily??? ^_^"), i like cooked food too ok... oh look! what a beautiful golden plate of happy fried family! allow me to intro (in clockwise): the roundish orange are breaded scallop (damn nice!), wedges, onion rings, sotong balls, fish nuggets, calamari and fries! they all reside in my hips now. Great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115980838843736499?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115980838843736499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115980838843736499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115980838843736499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115980838843736499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/10/other-day-i-was-comfortably-seated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115831797599054008</id><published>2006-09-27T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:10:10.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really dun understand why. saw that ridiculous clinique mascara ad which i dissed b4 in a previous entry but this time.. OHhhhHHhhhhHhhh! v 'creative'..., think a bit diff now consumers will buy it.. my foot.. girls, be my judges, will u buy mascara with ads like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; No relevance. No attraction. No nothing. It's v simple. just like i say b4 tons of money is spent on the health industry to help pple keep fit la become skinny la blah blah but the simple fact is... &lt;p&gt;Exercise + Diet = Skinny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, the equation for mascara is: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blonde Babe + Blue Eyes + Heavily Mascara-ed &amp; Airbrushed Model = Best Seller! Not obvious meh?? Or use zhang ziyi also can.. i like sayuri, v pretty geisha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe i am just picky or fussy or bitchy. i am no media genius but i am part of the general public that these advts are supposedly targeting, right? i believe that advertising is not cheap so why, after certain companys spent all that money but getting up critisized by consumers (ok i didn't buy their stuffs but at least i'm a potential customer like every1 else!) like me??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i was reading my cosmo and i saw this hp advt. izzit LG or something... dunno la.. see? dun make an impression = failed advt. so anyway this hp model is called chocolate and they promote it in sg as well. i even saw the roadshow or something b4 at orchard. so in this advt, the hp is being sort of unwrapped and revealed, making it look like literally a chocolate bar or something. so my question is: why is it called chocolate if the whole thing is black? so izzit suppose to be black chocolate or something? why isn't it brown if its called chocolate?? so if it's meant to be dark chocolate, then why isn't it called 'dark chocolate' instead&gt;?? u see, the common folks like us take things v literally. if it looks nothing like what's it's called, we wondered why it is named so in the 1st place. and notice their tagline: everyone loves chocolate. i dun. i dun bloody fancy chocolate. what are they stereotyping everyone?? so the whole world must love chocolate? So all japanese like sashimi ah, izzit???!!! *agitated* duh.. there are bound to be pple out there who dun, right.. pardon me if u r gonna say 'it's just an ad!' but since advts are meant to be for us, surely i have the right to question things i dun understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or some advts are downright TYPICAL. think whitening toothpaste. chio bu with blinding white pearlies grinning widely at u with the promise of ultra white teeth is 14days. standard one lo.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image083.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;excuse me but are we that stupid to be taken in after so many copycat-ed advts? gee.. maybe i can consider getting a job in media advertising. the money is sure easy to earn. same old advt, diff models only. or shampoo advt is forever chio bu (again, of coz) + unbelieveable smooth and silky hair (see what airbrush and CG can do?). or washing powder, unbelievably dirty clothes transforming into like-new again after a dip in the advertised brand. yawn. so that day i was taking cab and saw this bank advt. i mean, i dunno, why do some many advts portrays smiling models (known or unknowns models) all the time, no matter wtf they are trying to sell?? so am i suppose to have a heartwarming and awww-feeling, thinking: i shall go take a loan w XXX bank now! what's up with the smiling models??? WAT'S UP!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and talking about bank advt, have u seen the recent i-dun-rem-wat bank advts about disapproving daddy towards her artsy fartsy daughter's version of the modernising of the traditional cheongsam's designs meant for the runway? another version is that of an ex-opera singer mum moaning about having no one to pass on her work of life and the next scene u see an older version of the mum, all moist-eyed, watching the performance of her son's (yet another) modern version of opera singer's moves turn artistic dance, all dressed up in red complete with man-makeup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i really need to groan out loud and roll over a a sec pls. pardon me but may i ask: what is the purpose of these advts???!!!! ya ya call me stupid la dunno how to appreciate advts la but if u do, u r prolly saying the same for like what, 3.9millions other singaporeans who dun understand e meaning of these so called abstract advts as well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;man.. i'm really full of complaints hor? i'm really quite intolerate of bs and stuff. in short, i'm quite the angry girl sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o the other day i was at a bus stop when i saw this advt. on 1st look i tot it's a diamond ring advt but when i looked carefully at the wording i then realised that it's far from it. basically it's about and gaining awareness for the rights of married women who are forced into having sex with their husbands. that's right. even if a couple is legally married, wives reserve the right whether they want to sleep if their husbands or not. it is constitute as rape if sex is forced upon wives. ya la it sounds a bit contradicting la as in then why married that guy in the 1st place?? but anyway, bet many pple didn't know that and think it's a granted thing that wives must sleep with their husbands. haha. not to be gloatful but i am grateful that most of the time the law does side with women. speaking of law, i also wanna share that in hk (i dunno if its the same in sg), it's a crime when parents do not take care of their children (before the age of 21 i think) but it's not a crime when pple do not take care of their aged parents. it's rather shocking when i 1st heard it, oweing to my chinese roots, we are taught that filial piety is v impt but apparently, the law doesn't take that into factor. hence sometimes, rules and regulation can be v inflexible. anyway, my point is this is a rather successful advt compared to many. at least it managed to make an impression on me and set me thinking for a bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hell. haven't been updating my blog as much i wish to. and when i do, it's to bitch and bitch non stop about advts. great. my life is so f-ing happening. i know i have plenty of pix to upload and share. lemme see if i can do that b4 i knock out (tired xia.. sleepy).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right. maybe will start with this outing with dawny like, a mth ago?? haha took some self-indulging pix of ourselves, nothing glam and oh, here is 1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awww i'm not v creative when it comes to where i bring my frens to catch up. the top pix is of me and dawny. the 2nd of is me and shan. notice the tell-tale red seat behind us. yeah.. it's the same place. heehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image058.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image058.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway v happy to get together w good pals although it might be just once in a blue moon. both my best chums agree that many times, bcoz of our individual hectic schedules, when we do finally meet up, we are still able to smoothly pick up what we had left at the last time. i m someone who dun believe in having tons of acquaintances. i dun need hi-bye frens. i am too anti-social give a damn for that. my only regret is that i dun ever have enuff good pals to form a mj table. T_T pretty saddening actually bcoz i totally love mj. i learnt my lesson when i played with someone whom i tot i can call a fren with her frens 1 night but found out, after many harsh point-outs of mj mistakes n hence banning me from winning that round (i think real frens get mock angry with you then dismis&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/DSCN3279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/DSCN3279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s off your careless mj mistakes, making u promise with cheerfulness never to make the same mistakes again). felt v hurt lo.. i keep asking myself, what's the point of playing mj anyway?? it's all quite dependable on luck. so yeah, like fag and booze, i say fuck it, but i will think about it constantly. sigh..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;change topic. oh the other day, took a cab ride. it's was my 1st &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image074.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image074.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over-20-bucks one. even took a pix of it! lol yaya call me suaku.. but it is precisely i felt the pinch hence i carefully looked long and hard at the taxi's licence plate. guess wat? i bought 4d with the number and won consolation *wild laughter* yaya... only consolation i know.. but it's my 1st time! *excited* my bottom line is, rather win a bit than lose all! common sense! and i managed to claim my prize money despite foolishly defacing the ticket. this was what happened:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(at aunt's shop)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: (talking to aunt) hey! ur cafe chop is ready! (looking around for paper to test chop on but found none except ticket) *chop!* EeeEEEeee.. why the ink so thick one? see the address all smudge together liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aunt: aiyah.. new chop wat, of coz lotsa ink la. eh... why u chop on the 4d ticket??? stupid la.. later u win cannot claim then u know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me (who nv ever won 4d, confidently replied): aiyah.. where got so heng... i always never win de.. *grumble grumble*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and as fate would have been, i did. luckily, i didn't chop on any of the impt printed stuff and the winning number, date of purchase etc still can be seen. when i went to claim the money, not surprisely the 4d aunties refused to let me but i argued and put up a fight for a good 10 mins, insisting that the bar code was still intacted and she bloody well dispense me my money there and then! (hooligan in me surfaced). Teehee! aunt said i really heng to be able to get the money after all. her bf related to me a not-so-lucky-as-my-case incident of his fren's. apparently, his fren won starter 750bucks 1 time. he felt obliged to take out the winning tix to haolian to his admiring frens and subsequently put the tix in his back pocket instead of his wallet. as luck would have been, he forgotten all about it and happily washed the jeans in the machine. when he finally remembered, he carefully (while hating himself, i believe) removed it, but the tix was already wet. so as any desperate winner would do, he 1st blow-dry it tediously with a hair dryer and even took the effort to iron it! haha he didnt manage to claim the money in the end after all bcoz singapore pools would allow it. now that's sway for you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. am really getting v tired now.. shall end the entry with some cute pix i took with &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/f384scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/f384scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an adorable baby at my aunt's shop! Baby baby baby!!! cute!!! (i believe most girls will coo-ed and aww-ed&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image032.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image032.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bcoz we can't help the outrush of the maternal instinct in us). No relevance but inserted another pix i took with my bf's fren's baby girl from last time, just for the kick of it. Heehee. Very cute!!!! anyway the one below still show baby-in-aunt-shop's 2 newly grown milk teeth on the bottom! aiyo.. no girls can resist lo.. but what is &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;irresistable to baby girls? i've managed to find out actually.. scroll to bottom for answer..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can you see how obvious her (yes she's a her. baby are v unisex isn't it? hard to tell their gender when they are all small and all) double eye lids are! envy! all i got are slits for eyes when i smile for cameras and my bloody lids never ever do me the favour of showing up! Grrrr... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh.. makes me wanna have 1 myself too. heehee. but it's just naivety and the lose-in-baby-cuteness-giddyness la. of coz babies are cute when they are not yours! all that crying in the middle of night and diaper changing are definitely less-than-cute. i had had rushed out to get myself hamsters in my younger days after awwing over fren's ones and trust me, all that cage cleaning and shit clearing is so not enjoyable. but hamsters are still cute, right? so u see, dun get a pet (or pregnant) until u are absolutely sure of your committment. a life is a life. and i've learnt my lesson to know better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Answer...........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Drum Rollz..............*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby: (hand immediately flew to mouth. *gasp!*) Andy Lau! Aiyo! so handsome! *drool drool drool*&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(the sensible, grown up Me): oh yes baby, you are so right! *drool together with baby*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclusion: Andy Lau appeals to women of all ages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*************** ^_^ THE END ^_^ ***************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115831797599054008?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115831797599054008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115831797599054008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115831797599054008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115831797599054008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-dun-understand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115713773787204973</id><published>2006-09-11T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T11:37:28.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where have my time gone to? did u happen to see it? man.. sometimes 24hours a day really seems short isn't it? it also isn't helpful that i spend quite a huge chuck of my time sleeping.. heehee.. a girl can't help it if she enjoy her snoozing moments right.. geez.. at this rate, i dunno how i am ever gonna be an OL in future... (can't think of any i-have-a-real-job job except being an OL.. no thanks to the fact that both my good frens are 1 themselves.. talk about peer pressure at the ripe old age of 22.. yeah i am so mature...) Anyway... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image067.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teachers' Day 2006! yeah yeah it's like, what, 10 days too late to mention this but! got this little surprise present from a student! He actually took the effort to wrap it with gift paper with a kidish post-it note 'Happy teacher day miss teo! O. M. G... *touched!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Pilot 4-colours pen! LoL. He actually rem i told him how my old pen is running outta ink and despite me telling him to save his money when he revealed he's going to buy me a teacher's day present but i told him not to, he bought me this which i believe to cost at least 2bucks+. It's A Lot for a pri 2 boy i think. He also drew me this s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image055.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image055.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pongebob pix some time back when he knew that i like this character. so full of child-like innocence isn't it? made me think about my own childhood's drawings. took a pix of him doing chinese compo (face not shown to protect the underage. LoL). Sigh... the little things in life that give u satisfaction eh.. I even got a teachers' day card from another sec 3 student! yeah.. so i bitch about long commuting hours and sometimes it's &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image037.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frustrating when a student just don't understand what i am teaching no matter how hard i explain. so 'mrs tan bought 6 tins of paint. each tin cost $3.20. (a) how much did she spend all together? (b) if she gave the cashier $50, how much change did she receive?' is a no brainer to grown ups like u and me but for a kid under 10 i have come to understand that they genuinely dun understand just as we won't know wtf it is if we are to learn about, say, nanotechnology or something. But frankly, sometimes the kinda homework that the younger kids did are really hilarious. Check out this pri 1 sweetie girl of mine who did her eng vocab hw. Laughed my @$$ off when i marked it.  see what she had written! haha v cute la.. those big handwritings pri sch kids have... and tell u lo! syllabus nowadays r more harder than what we used to learn! i can look at my pri 6's kid's maths hw and is dumbfounded by her maths problem sums! either kids now r getting smarter or stresser. then hor, pri sch kids now got hps and all that hi-tech craps when i got my 1st hp in sec 4! bloody hell.... what is the world coming to huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, when they get good results and show improvement, i am really happy from the bottom of my heart. suddenly, i feel that i am not good-for-nothing after all and i have the ability to do some good. ha. some of the younger pri sch kids ask me permission to go toilet during lessons and i am known to them as 'tuition teacher' instead of my real name. i doubt they really know my real name at all despite e fact that i've told them b4. haha.. pretty cute and even heartwarming when i think about it sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg suddenly felt transported back to my childhood days.. *pensive moments* (hello shan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me the email below about 80's babies memorable list. From the stated 50, i am proud to say that i am able to connect with at least more than half of it! Haha.. yeah... school memories are by far the best days of my life... As we grew older, we tend to forget more and more of our childhood days. The email reminded me of many fond memories, including how i used to religiously watched cartoons, brushing teeth after recess, our fave snacks, the books we read (for me, nancy drew in pri and r.l. stine in sec), ring pop!, down to the minute detail that our workbooks used to be made of smooth yellow pages and our worksheets rough and brown... since my jc days, i haven't really felt as carefree as when i was a kiddo . when u are in pri and sec sch, all u have to care about is the chinese spelling on tuesday and that maths text next week. dun have to think about money and all that adults' concerns. i was from a lowly pri sch but i enjoyed my 6years there thoroughly. it's almost impossible to whip off my pride that i grad from my pri sch getting into the top 10% of the national cohort ok.. ( meaning scoring more than 250 for psle *smug*) for that, i am entitled to choose a 3rd lang to study in sec sch which i did. i chose jap but i foolishly gave it up bcoz back then i just found it oh-so-hard to go for that twice a wk after school to attend classes at like 5 bus stops away from my house in moe language school. stupid stupid.. more like lazy actually. i have always been sluggish all. my. freaking. life. my bad. now i pay for this by forking out good money to attend a commerical jap sch. wise move... wise move indeed, lazy me. so u see, karma is real and retribution exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's what my fren sent me. Just for all the pple out there my age. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The good old days...&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;Message: For those who born in the 70s and 80s. Fond memories......&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK,&gt;&gt; &gt;Transformers, Silver Hawk and&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My&gt;&gt; &gt;Little Pony and&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Smurfs too.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug&gt;&gt; &gt;in Primary school&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;during recess time. You will squat by a drain&gt;&gt; &gt;with all your&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;classmates beside you, and brush your teeth&gt;&gt; &gt;with a coloured mug.The&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;teachers&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;said you must brush each side 10 times too.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;3. You know what SBC stands for.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;4. You pay 40 cents&gt;&gt;for Chocolate or Strawberry&gt;&gt; &gt;MILK every week in&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;class.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed&gt;&gt; &gt;Japanese drama on RTM1&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in&gt;&gt; &gt;volleyball called&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Meoro Attack.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;6. You find your friends with pagers and&gt;&gt; &gt;handphone cool in&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Secondary school.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned.&gt;&gt; &gt;The bus seats are made&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell&gt;&gt; &gt;gives a loud BEEP!&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;when pressed. There are colourful tickets&gt;&gt; &gt;forTIBS buses.The&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;conductor&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;will check for tickets by using a machine which&gt;&gt; &gt;punches a hole in&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;the ticket.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;8. Envelopes given to us&gt;&gt;to donate to Sharity&gt;&gt; &gt;Elephant every&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Children's Day.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;9. You've probably read Young Generation&gt;&gt; &gt;magazine.You know who's&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;10. You were there when they first introduced&gt;&gt; &gt;MRT here. You went&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;for the first ride with your parents and you would&gt;&gt; &gt;kneel on the&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;seat to see the scenery.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short&gt;&gt; &gt;Cake and Barbie Dolls.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;13. You learn to laugh like The Count in&gt;&gt; &gt;Sesame Street.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20&gt;&gt; &gt;cents per pack), and&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had&gt;&gt;a toy in&gt;&gt; &gt;it and it changes&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;every week&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and&gt;&gt; &gt;the ring pop, where&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel&gt;&gt; &gt;10) cartoons because&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three&gt;&gt; &gt;Investigators, Famous Five&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;and Secret Seven are probably the thickest&gt;&gt; &gt;story books you ever&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High&gt;&gt; &gt;and Malory Towers.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that&gt;&gt; &gt;serve food in&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;plates and let you use metal forks and knives.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole&gt;&gt; &gt;and idiot&gt;&gt;and THE&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just&gt;&gt; &gt;couldn't bring yourself&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;to say the hokkien relative.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the&gt;&gt; &gt;magic word.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;20. Your English workbooks was made of some&gt;&gt; &gt;damn poor quality paper&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;that was smooth and yellow.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;21. CDIS were your bestfriend.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;22. The only computer lessons in school&gt;&gt; &gt;involved funny pixellised&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;characters in 16 colours walking about trying to&gt;&gt; &gt;teach you maths.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck&gt;&gt; &gt;and a must&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;everywhere you go.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic&gt;&gt; &gt;balls in the&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;basketball&gt;&gt;court.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam&gt;&gt; &gt;bola and zero point&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;were all the rage with the girls and boys too...&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;26. Science was fun with the balsam and the&gt;&gt; &gt;angsana being the most&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;important plants of our lives, guppies and&gt;&gt; &gt;swordtail being the most&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;important fish.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and&gt;&gt; &gt;John, eternalized in our&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally &amp; Mr.&gt;&gt; &gt;Yakki. What abt Miss&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks?&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;28. We carry out experiments of our own to get&gt;&gt; &gt;ourself badges for&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;29. Every Children's day and National day&gt;&gt;you&gt;&gt; &gt;either get pins or&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb&gt;&gt; &gt;files with 'Happy&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;National Day 1994'.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the&gt;&gt; &gt;younger kids like&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;big sister and brother.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;32. Your form teacher taught you Maths,&gt;&gt; &gt;Science and English.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;33. The worksheets were made of brown rough&gt;&gt; &gt;paper of poor quality.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;34. You went to school in slippers and a&gt;&gt; &gt;raincoat when it rained,&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;and you find a dry spot in the school to sit&gt;&gt; &gt;down, dry your feet,&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;and wear your&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;dry and warm socks and shoes.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;35. School dismissal time was&gt;&gt;normally around&gt;&gt; &gt;1 pm.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;36. There would be spelling tests and mental&gt;&gt; &gt;sums to do almost&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;everyday.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if&gt;&gt; &gt;your parents gave&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school&gt;&gt; &gt;hall.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to&gt;&gt; &gt;line up according&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;to height and hold hands with the corresponding&gt;&gt; &gt;boy or girl.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;41. Collecting and battling erasers was a&gt;&gt; &gt;pastime for boys.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;42. Autograph books were loaded with "Best&gt;&gt; &gt;Wishes", "Forget Me&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Not", and small&gt;&gt;poems like "Bird fly high, hard&gt;&gt; &gt;to catch.Friend&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;like you, hard to forget".&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;43. Class monitors and prefects loved to&gt;&gt; &gt;say "You talk somemore, I&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;write your name ah!"&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;44. There were at least 40 people in one class.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;50. You brought every single book to school,&gt;&gt; &gt;even though there was&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;one thing called the timetable.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Spread this heart warming messagearound, you&gt;&gt; &gt;don't get something&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;like this very often.&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;Never frown when you're down, you never know&gt;&gt; &gt;who's falling in love&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;with your&gt;&gt;smile...&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how many have u managed to identify eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image061.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to what i am talking about my work. i always grumble about travelling a lot for my work, as a result i also  see a lot of sg when i commute. got this pix one evening when i was sitting in the front seat of a double decker bus. it was drizzling when i took this pix. u get v nice views sometimes when u r sitting high and all. things u dun see when u r comfortably in a car or taxi. all that neonish lights from the traffic! pretty! talking about drizzling and rain. i like rain. when i am indo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or, of coz. teehee. rain always feel so mystical and somewhat melancholy to me, like the sky is crying or something (dun mind me, pisces girls are eternally melancholy). took a couple of rainy pix when biz was slow at my aunt's shop. felt so safe and dry and protected from the downpour when i am indoor. looking at all &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pple at the bus stop, i tot about where they are going, who are they, how they felt in this rainy day etc.. have you ever wondered about another's person's life? how would it be like if you are someone else? i like being myself, no doubt, but how would it be like to be someone else for a day? pretty intriguing eh... no doubt i would be thrilled to be a f rich woman for just 24hours in my life! pardon the material girl in me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of weather.. pretty f hot these days isn't it? damn.. is the world coming to an end??? i sure dun wanna die anytime soon! oh god pls! i have not even play bride at least once in my life, lost 5kg and gain a 6-pack or have the joy of raising kids! i dun wanna die!!!! Boo Hoo!!!!!!! i'll be good! i promise! pple, excuse me. i dun feel v mentally sound at the moment. must be the nicotine... shall go read some cosmopolitan mag now to boost my 21st century feminine confidence, or so cosmo says that every female should deserve to have some of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115713773787204973?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115713773787204973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115713773787204973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115713773787204973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115713773787204973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-have-my-time-gone-to-did-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115696296147495303</id><published>2006-08-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:44:00.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Kafe Welcome You~!</title><content type='html'>Hello boys and girls! (cheerful voice despite being 1am now). i am actually pretty excited now as i blog this entry(nope, i wasn't the top winner for the $5million toto last mth so dun try to borrow $$$ from me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, my aunt had just opened a cafe earlier this month (on National Day itself in fact!) but really it's just a small biz so i am often there since opening to help out. Tot i would have more free time after i finished my full time class but NOoOOOOoOOooOOooooo... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, being taking some pix around the shop which i shall share with you now ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image063.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ta-DaH! This is our humble little cafe! Hee. I never bluff u right? Shop name really got a 'kafe' what. Teehee. We dun actually sell fish n chips and stuffs. What we do sell are fruits, fruit juices, sandwiches, and snacks like fries and chicken wings (which i have been eating.. A Lot.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my 1st drink ever! Watermelon juice! haha yeah right.. big deal.. nothing special la i know. just that weather was hot and watermelon can quench thirst wat.. (do u know that 97% of a watermelon contains water??). Oops.. know i drink a bit liao b4 taking a shot la. Hee can't help but drink some 1st wat. The main reason why we are Strawberry Kafe is bcoz my aunt wants to use the pretty strawberry to decorate the rim of the drinks served, sort of making it our 'logo'. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image055.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the few congratulatory flowers we gotten but i only took this 1. is that... little coconuts i see hanging below??? man.. florist nowadays r damn creative or wat? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, an upclose shot of the drink menu. Many customers have been asking if we sell bubble tea and the answer is NO! What's so nice about bubble tea anyway?! It's all sugary and artifical. I advise all you pple to drink fruit juices! LoL :P&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image081.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image062.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really think this shop is a heaven for the dieting ladies. As a matter of fact, many of our customers are women, not surprisingly, with all the fruits and salad and sandwiches we are selling. Personally i like fruits and vegetables. Slimming rule #1: the least calories u take in, the more &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;weight u will lose. common sense, really. Maybe bcoz i have too much vices, i tend to try to consume more healthy food in order to lessen my guilt for the burdens my lungs and liver are suffering. This is an excellent place for me to redemn my sins! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image089.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We even sell liang teh (erm.. literally 'cooling tea'?) in many flavours wor. apparently, diff kinda liang teh has diff 'functions' to our bodies. today, i just tried red date liang teh which supposedly 'nourishes my blood, improves my complexion and strengths my liver'. But most of the time i like to drink peppermint honey (can u really call this liang teh??? *shrug*). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, i haven't been exactly on my ideal 'fruits and vegetables' diet so far... reason being..... i have really been snacking instead...... *guilt guilt guilt*. from 1sthand experience, i wanna tell everyone that is is almost Impossible to lose weight if your &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image066.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image066.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;workplace is surrounded by food! It's like, when someone order a pack of fries/ onion rings/ wedges/ chicken wings, i will happily fry extra to snack on! god saves my waistline and sanity pls. i believe this is my retribution for sneering at pple who indulge in chocolate and pastries (i swear i dun mean u, shan). in return, my weakness is fried food&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image068.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (in my opinion, worse than eating chocolate and pastries). To make things worse, my aunt fries hotdogs, nuggets and stuffs during weekdays and put them in the warmer so that hungry school kids can buy them conveniently. When biz is slow, the temptation to retrieve a stick of nuggets to munch on is especially strong. Seemingly-innocent looking small portions here and there of the fried goodies are bad news. I officially announce that pisces girls have 0 willpower. No wonder i will never look anything like the cover girl of FHM... Damn...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image023.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh look! Mutant Chicken Nugget!!! LoL. Look how freaky big the bugger is next to its normal nuggest cousin! Have you ever heard of urban legends telling of fast food horrors...??? McChicken made up of mashed up mutant chicken parts, Taco Bell food contained cockroach eggs which later transplanted itself into the cheeks of the unfortunate victim and later hatching... ... But u know what's the horror of all? It's... The... Fact... That.... chicken nuggets actually contain bits of fats within in order to make it tasty.. Yup. Straight to your thighs, ladies.. so Beware! *sinister background laughter*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image067.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't really blame me for snacking actually. That's my wages. I am paid in FOOD! For every hour i work, i get a glass of drink of my choice. See, that's the returns i get outta 2 long hours of gruelling cashiering duty cum magazine reading. Tough work really! :P&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are also selling this seaweed snack which i am eating liberately (aunt wondered why we ain't see profits on them). It's a godsend goodie to me to replace the sinful potato chips which i so love to snack on mindlessly. With its low calories and plentiful of nutrients, i am willing to give up pc.. for now... teehee... but on a serious note, i will recommend it to others. super nice! comes in 4 flavours, wasabi being my fave follow by tom yum goong. there is also hot &amp; spicy which i find it a tad too hot and there is original which i think is a little too bland. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you have ever been in the service line you will know that there is all kinda pple outta. I shall classify the 3 main types i have come across while tending the shop so far:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The friendly folks: They make up the bulk of the customer base (thank goodness) and are mainly the aunties and uncles, kids and grandkids in tow (optional) whom you see in heartland places daily. They good-heartedly do little purchases of fruits and drinks for themselves or their families and take a few mins to engage in polite chit chat with you about the weather and the watevers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The Buy-N-Go: The 2nd biggest group. As title suggests, they order, pay and go. Lovely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. The fussy freaks: The morons i can't stand the most. No watermelon/ papaya/ honeydew etc is fresh/ cheap/ sweet/ ripe enuff for their unreachable standards. They watch you closely like a trained hawk as you prepare their orders. 1 fussy freak whom i came across b4 ordered a mango juice but want absolutely no mango puree and syrup (the stuffs which sweeten your juices or else if only fresh mango is used, it can taste rather bland). Some pple r really fussy even for petty details like that lo.. Or maybe she's jus an extreme health conscious chick. Another time, 1 auntie lamented loudly how expensive we are selling our papaya (50cents) and i totally had to do my roll-eyes thing. Silently in my heart i am thinking how much more she has to spend instead when she gets constipation and gotta buy laxative! HaHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From now to Dec 31 2006, come down to Strawberry Kafe and upon ordering, simply say the password 'Doreen Is Gorgeous!' in your most convincing voice! If you can bring yourself to do that, a 20cents discount is offered on all your purchases! Stay healthy and happy folks! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115696296147495303?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115696296147495303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115696296147495303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115696296147495303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115696296147495303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/strawberry-kafe-welcome-you.html' title='Strawberry Kafe Welcome You~!'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115549493457746019</id><published>2006-08-29T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:30:18.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakiniku + KTV</title><content type='html'>Right. Almost forgot i got a blog.. *sheepish* Sorry la.. but since young i always have short attention span and all bloggers should know how bloody time-consuming it is to blog, especially all that uploading of pix crap. anyway the main thing is i have been v busy (i totally love the new word dawny came up with in her latest entry, 'bulazy'. According to her, it's a phenomenon that occurs due to busy + lazy. Isn't it brilliant! I love &lt;a href="mailto:smart@$$"&gt;smart@$$&lt;/a&gt; creations like that! Xiaxue also came up with 'Fugly' which is a combi of... haha go figure :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah, i was 'bulazy' (pay you copyrights next time, dawny) for the past 3weeks+. Mostly busy. I did do an entry like 2wks+ back but i drafted it and it was promptly forgotten... Argh to hell with it.. I will just publish this. It's old news, but wtf.. ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************************************* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image102.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image102.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image102.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the meal i have been waiting for the past 3yrs and 1mth. my generous best fren gimme a treat at a restaurant of my choice and i really can't think of anywhere but there. yeah. there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry to disappoint but sashimi girl didn't choose to eat sashimi (when i can buy really fresh salmon from isetan scotts at a fraction of the price? i am no fool). instead, i chose to have yakiniku, jap for bbq meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image103.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image103.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i. cannot. resist. beef. especially expensive beef. forget those cheap types which wear out my denture while chewing. i have gnawed on rubber which is more tender. i love steak so much, i could go jack's place to lunch alone simply bcoz they are having $7.90+++ lunch deals (yeah, cheap type, but it's still not bad). i like my steak medium rare. savouring beef gives me almost the same palate pleasure as enjoying salmon sashimi. but u must understand that 'steakgirl' or 'beefgirl' sound real dumb. even kinda kinky. so there. sashimi girl it is. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image098.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image098.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;almost immediately after placing our order, shan couldn't wait but whip out her 3-5yrs old (actual age i can't rem) canon 2megapixels *sneer* digicam to take pix. we assume our usual pix-taking pose, me cunningly adjusting to a well-practised angle that hide my budding double chin but alas! canon let us down by flashing us the low batt warning merely after 3 miserable pix. it's now up to my trusty hp to take over the task of pix taking for the night. Cheese! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image104.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image104.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image104.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am in heaven! our orders have arrived. with my ume shuu (plum wine), shiso rice (jap rice with plum shavings) and my belly tender prime(beef. jap: kyuu niku), i cannot ask for more. we also have chicken(jap: tori. yakiyori=bbq chicken malay:ayam. teehee) and pork (jap:buta niku) and assorted veg (jap: yasai). let the bbq begin! This is our grill. We can't place too much meat on it at any 1 time bcoz they overcooked easily. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image106.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image105.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like to flip my beef on the grill for like 5secs only b4 sending into my mouth. watch these suckers sizzle! (Carnivorous side of me emerging). LoL. once i was eating alone at the same place (what? cannot izzit?!!) and a passing waitress exclaimed, 'you eat it raw?!!!' wtf. it's not raw, fyi. jus medium rare ok? and i'm the customer. so buzz off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shan agrees that this yakiniku stuff rocks. totally tender and melts in your mouth type. when i can afford it, i will definitely want to fly to japan to taste their kobe beef. heard that these lucky (or unlucky?) cows are purely bred for their meat hence they dun have to do a single thing except getting massaged and drink wine. man. 1 slab of kobe beef prolly set u back for a couple of hundreds. *drool.....* i guess i can never be a buddhist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for now, this restaurant is good enuff for me ^_^ honestly, i suddenly feel full of admiration for models. how can they stay so stick-thin when delicious food is everywhere? then again, if i am paid thousands jus to look good and nothing else, it's prolly not that hard? hmmm... sorlee ah.. i always think about models when i overeat.. Hee... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image111.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image111.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So! after that we proceeded to Kbox! I assure you we weren't singing when we posed for this pix. I took it, fyi. Can't really tell hor. TeeHee. We didn't stay for long though. Shan gotta work the next day so we stayed like 1hour+ only. Suit me fine. I was finding all the songs getting boring and the standard of their drinks sux. I swear their long island tea looks and tastes like coke! though shan doesn't think so and claim that i have been drinking so much, i can no longer taste liquor. Nonsense! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image108.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image107.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image108.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image108.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once again Queen of Pose insisted me taking a pix of her pretending to be singing into the mike. LoL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image107.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image107.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was good fun. All these years we always go ktv with one another only but not feel bored. She will be singing all the latest sappy/ S.H.E./ female singers with gentle voice and innocent look songs when i grumpily stuck to male singers' songs. Bo bian la... who ask me naturally voice low pitch... sigh... But nvm, it's sexy and husky! rofl. I will always be entertained when i go ktv anyway... Kan Bei!!! ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image102.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115549493457746019?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115549493457746019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115549493457746019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115549493457746019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115549493457746019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/yakiniku-ktv.html' title='Yakiniku + KTV'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115497723183870153</id><published>2006-08-07T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T12:00:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man... went to watched adam sandler's latest movie 'click' during the weekend. Love him to bitz. See, he's not much of a pretty boy but he's funny, and that's all it matters. Like him since a few years back when i watched 'the wedding singer'. i think i was still in sec sch! totally love comedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/200x156_click6.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So anyway, was thinking this 'click' is just gonna be another laughing session but boy was i in for a surprise! the movie actually carries a touching message for all of us who are workaholics and money-chasers. now i dun wish to spill the plot for those who have not caught the show yet but it totally moved me to tears after all the funny parts, fart joke included. movies are amazing in the way that what the stories wish to relate to us about everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever seen a real good movie which made u think about life for quite a while even after e movie ended? 'click' makes me go figure about what is really impt in life to each of us. izzit really that promotion? ability to buy a fancy car and house? sure, i want all that luxuries. but at what price? it's a dilemma. u want a better life. u pay with it at the expense of your time. family, friends, relationships. do we put all these on hold while we persue material comforts? sigh.. it's so hard to decide huh. i am getting melancholic jus thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, to hell with the forlorn tots. so i was at a bus stop today, the one near amk mrt station. was waiting for my bus when i heard someone say 'amk pple are so ks isn't it?' i turned and saw this fatso tomboy who said that. my inner bitch immediately tot to self: wtf?? she's totally talking through her lungs. that's 1 of e stupidest fei hua i've ever heard. 1stly, there are like more than 16buses serving this bus stop. 2ndly, it was 730pm (read: pple-have-worked-the-whole-f-day-and-all-they-wanna-do-now-is-to-go-home). yeah, so pple were cranking their necks at this crowded bus stop and rushing 4ward to board their buses. hello, is this a strange phenomenon?? i have seen martians landing in their UFOs w/o batting my eyelids. and what makes her think that all these pple are amk-ers?? lame isn't it??? so if i am seen waiting for a bus at, say, orchard, so i live there izzit? Stupid brainless pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus wanna bitch a bit. carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Dawny &amp; I went to Phuture last fri! (huge grin). Oh memorable cheonging days! (they are long gone since.. *wistful*) Had my SIM class b4 that and was having this fab seafood spag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image008.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My scheming mind was carefully planning out from the time i eat (7pm) till my 1st drink (i guess 11pm) is approximately 4h so i need to calculate how much food much i consume b4hand to line my stomach comfortably but not too much till after 2 btls of chivas i am still sober. Drinking requires skill ok.. u think anyhow anyhow izzit?? But anyway, i regret to say that i have miscalculated in my choice of dinner. i shouldn't have given in to my 'want' (seafood spag looks great!) but stuck to my 'need' (a hearty steak will last me all night long). See? It's all about experience. But i sure enjoy the spag though. Can you see how bloody huge is the plate the spag is being served on?? Jus look how small my bowl of soup is next to it! But as i deliver my 1st mouthful, i realise that the plate was actually pretty shallow hence upon closer inspection, it's not that much afterall. Still, it's generously served with 4 prawns and a big mussel! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try it, $5.90 @ SIM MegaBite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerated the 2.5h of monotonous lecture b4 flagging a cab to pick dawny up at orchard b4 to zouk. was actually having a little butterflies in my stomach. haven't been clubbing for ages! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image016.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/CIMG2414.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/CIMG2414.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dawny looked hot in her spag and mini (wat i wore made others tempted to give me a 2nd look as a public dustbin's attraction possessed, no thanks to my laziness to go home n change b4hand). i unwillingly handed over 20bucks for entry fee (y pay when there is always ladies night&gt;???) and my uncertainty that there won't be no retro but r&amp;b all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image017.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image017.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. was. right. i couldn't rem hearing a single dance-able song that &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;night (sorry dawny but i was craving retro too much). the music was loud (loud?? man.. i might as well be wearing granny undies there.. great job for a 22-yr-old) and after e 1st hour of catching up and whining about our lives, we fagged and boozed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. queen of vices wanna quit smoking. i assure u the gross pix they print on cigarette boxes work. recently they printed a new batch of smoking-related cancers pix and they do the trick. i am disgusted. for someone who use to think that smoking has 0 benefits and a waste of $ and health, i am certainly not so wise. the irony is that i still think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since 1st july this yr, all coffee shops and fast food joints have been banned blatant smoking and only a small handful of seats or none have been allotted to smokers. now the smokers moaned about how poor thing they are as the limited seats set aside for them are not bad enuff, non-smokers are openly occupying these seats, claiming to be ignorant that these are smoking area. i wanna laugh out loud. so now smokers are victims huh. isn't it laughable? for years non-smokers are subjected to inhaling 2nd hand smoke in public and now that the law is on their side, it's the smokers who are lamenting about having no right to smoke in public. businesses for coffee shop owners, especially those who sell beer claimed that their takings are falling due to this new law. and next july onwards, clubs and pubs too will suffer this fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only blame the tobacco industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i tot cigarettes is bad enuff, i now read that there are actually heroin users in sg (where e hell did they lay their hands on that?? isn't it illegal???) there's this drug, subutex, which supposedly help heroin users to quit this addiction, now is abused by heroin users as a substitute. i read in horror as these abusers admit to injecting themselves with that stuff into the veins in their arms till it stopped blood flowing to certain parts of their body. some even lost a few fingers bcoz of that! terrifying shit. i rem bawling my eyes out when a few yrs back, i accidentally sliced a chuck a piece of my little finger's flesh opened, certain that i was going to die there and then, and now u got pple losing a few fingers but nevertheless continuing their drug addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. but i digressed. was talking about zouk isn't it? (sheepish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my conclusion, i will never love phuture but i will still love dawny. (i love shan too! *open expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna go to bed&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/CIMG2414.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115497723183870153?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115497723183870153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115497723183870153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115497723183870153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115497723183870153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/man_115497723183870153.html' title=''/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115476342132754335</id><published>2006-08-05T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:38:37.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Piss Me Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to blog about my zouk clubbing session but dun have time now. Will leave a good joke for your entertainment instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jokes. If you know of any good ones, do share with me. but pls be warned, i know plenty so chances are whatever u gonna be saying, i might jolly well have heard it b4. TeeHeeHee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, i will be uploading a message board and updating my grand total of 2 frens' blog links (what's up, shan! dawny!). i wanted to do that forever but always too lazy too... Will do that next week! Do feel free to leave shout-outs to me once my message board is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun Now ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People who point at their wrist while asking for the time. I know where my watch is buddy, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Fuck off. What good is a goddamn cake if you can't eat it? What, should I eat someone else's cake instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When people say "It's always in the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the fuck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When people say, while watching a movie "Did you see that?" No dick nose, I paid $9.00 to come to the theatre and stare at the fucking ceiling up there. What did you come here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People who ask "Can I ask you a question?" Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya buddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When something is "new and improved", which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When a cop pulls you over and then asks if you know how fast you were going? You should know asshole, you fucking pulled me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When people say "Life is short." What the fuck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever fucking does!! What? Are they going to fucking do something that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When people ask "Can I BORROW a piece of paper?" Sure, but please don't return the favor! It's on god damn piece of paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you are waiting for the bus and someone ask you "Did the bus come yet?" If the bus came I would not be standing here asshole!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/4cb8scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Muack! Gimme Kissies! LoL~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115476342132754335?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115476342132754335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115476342132754335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115476342132754335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115476342132754335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-that-piss-me-off.html' title='Things That Piss Me Off'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115402303660593990</id><published>2006-07-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:57:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/baby1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/baby1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies: WaHhhhh... This is such a great bloggy! We Love iT! *GaGaH Gurgle* ---&gt; baby noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why.. Thank you all Sweeties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies: Say, are u trying to act cute by putting our pix in your bloggy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not really. Cute as you guys are, there are pple out there who abandon their babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies (in unison): *Gasp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Was reading the new paper today again (i can't help it ok... my commuting time is really long!) Not like its wrong to read tnp la anyway but i was supposed to be using my commuting time to do my hw. Anyway! it's not like i boliao and keep blogging about tnp cover story of the day ok.. i can't help it if i have some strong after-reading comments which needed to be voiced and where else is better to do it except on my own friggy blog??!! and honestly, the rest of my life is rather too mundane to blog about. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was reading about abandoned babies in sg. not surprisingly, these poor creatures are borne by mostly teenage girls. Unmarried, scared and w/o the means to raise a baby, many will resort to abandoning their own flesh and blood. the really sad cases are those young mothers who try to give birth on their own secretly and then maybe try to flush the newborn down toilet or even dumped like trash down the rubbish chute. (Some dun meant to actually kill their babies. It was accidental, like the article on the right which i read about how this woman's unborn baby slipped out when she was peeing. Tragical.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never been thru this so of coz i wont understand the feelings of these unintended young mums but i always feel that no matter how young or desperate u were, surely u have feelings for this baby u have personally carried in ur belly for 9mths and later given birth to? Really so cruel to walk out of these helpless babies or even try to kill it?? The article i was reading about was this kind motherly malay lady who is a volunteer to take care of these unwanted babies. It's pretty irony isn't it? She who even isn't related to the babies in any way is willingly to take care of them with tender loving care when the biological mums fled. I am not judging anyone but it's just how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are childless couples out there who are eager to adopt these babies or resort to visiting fertility clinics in the bid to conceive. Irony, right? While schooling and financially-dependent on parents teenage girls just wanna have no-consequences premartial sex and ended up getting pregnant, established couples with a substantial combined household income are frustrated and despair over having no children, usually bcoz of inability to conceive or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder about the irony of life b4. from the less-complicated issues like why buses/taxis only show up when u dun wish to take transport and vice versa. is god trying to be funny?? But someone (is that you, shan??) who told me that actually, there is a logical reason behind so-called coincidence situations. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most pple are students or office workers isn't it? So it's obvious that rush hours are in the morn and evening. That's y u think that when u dun wanna take bus or cab, there are plenty but when u do, buses and mrt are bloody crowded (stinky too, sometimes), take SoOOOOoooOoOoo freaking long to come and the bloody cabs are nowhere in sight. And there is such thing known as 'unconscious memory'. Maybe u went to a party wearing almost the same outfit as a friend. Coincident? Spooky or just plain bad luck? It could be both of u have discussed about the party beforehand, talked about what to wear and some of the ideas exchanged might have stuck with u consciously or unconsciously in your brain. Then when u are off to shopping for the party outfit, what u rem (e.g: black dress sounds great) and what u dun rem (e.g. it was so-and-so who suggested the idea to me) and ended up wearing almost the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/babystock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/babystock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i was saying is, it's no cruel twist of fate that young girls getting up pregnant when couples who tried so hard remain childless. We all know that the younger we are, the more prime and conceive-able we are. Plus in the heat of passion (+ lack of contraceptive knowledge), it is no wonder that younger women get pregnant more easily. Many couples who are trying hard for kids maybe putting off have 1 for ages until now. By then, the woman might have considerably aged or 'past her prime', and we all know that the older u get, the harder and more complication u get trying to get pregnant. The same can also be said for the husband if we assume both are around the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same copy of tnp was an article on angelina jolie and brad pitt's baby:&lt;br /&gt;Really lo.. 'tong ren bu tong ming' xia (we are all humans but the lucky ones get born with a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;silver spoon in their mouth). So apparently their newborn, Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt (stupid name... that's wat u get when u r born to fancy movie stars parents who both want their surnames in your name and worse, naming u after some african-inspired name or something). jus 2 mths old but plenty of publicity solely bcoz of movie-star parents. now even the lame wax museum wanna have the wax version of the celebrities' baby in their museum. Suddenly feeling a bit bitter. See what money can do in this world? Nobody gives 2 shit about millions of starving african kids but they will coo-ed and aww-ed at celebrities' offsprings (roll eyes). By the way i like neither angelina nor brad pitt. especially the latter. rich and handsome so what? all these hollywood marriages are a joke, a sham. no matter how chio ur wife is (think jen aniston and nicole kidman), these men just can't stand sticking their dicks into 1 woman for the rest of their life. So i say, no money also problematic, having too much also not good. In fact, dun u think the marriages that actually last are those of the common folks' like u and i? (and preferably both husband and wife are not too hottie bcoz good looks always attract uwanted attention...). I think maintaining a loving lifelong marriage is 1 of the greatest achievements in life. Sure, i would love to live in big houses and have big money, but with no one to share it with me, i am better off not having these material luxuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/baby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/baby3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... dun wanna talk about babies no more! On a lighter note, saw this stunning, killer abs indian actress babe in tnp as well. Check her out! Sorry, i am not racist (ironically, she is, not me. Ha!) but i have never seen an indian woman with figure like this! So i guess it does helps when u are a movie star with personal trainer and dietician *shrug*. Ok, shall go train 6packs too starting from next mth! LoL! If i succeed, i will pass a big pix of my fruit of labour on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Will i succeed??? Bets are now opened for acceptance! (part-time bookie) ^_^" Pls call me at my hp to place your bets, you punters! Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/babysleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115402303660593990?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115402303660593990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115402303660593990' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115402303660593990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115402303660593990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/much-ado-about-babies.html' title='Much Ado About Babies'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115389604001671305</id><published>2006-07-26T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:40:40.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of My Life on Sunny Singapore + TV &amp; Movies Talk</title><content type='html'>Nope. Not the 10thousand episodes US drama. Just that when i travel around everyday, i often see nice sceneries, yeah, in sg, really got nice sceneries la. u jus gotta stop and look. Ever since i got my new hp w cam, i have long sold off my bulky 5-yr-old digi cam of the same mega pixel and made a small profit. Teehee. I have compiled some of the pix i have taken from time to time into this entry, from indoor to outdoor, from things that i find funny, stupid, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, somewhere near my house. I needed to cross Bishan Park 1 evening to amk side when i stop and admire this..erm.. sunset effect thingy (can i call it sunset? u decide):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wee! Why izzit pink?? Light trick? Some sorta reflection?? But quite nice hor. Show u a bigger 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that this pix is bigger, it actually looks like a piece of pink cloud! Holy shit.. and speaking of clouds, dunno why leh, usually i dun give 2 hoots about nature and stuffs like that. but dunno whether izzit been travelling outside too frequently nowadays, i actually can appreciate the greenery around sg and all the nice fluffy clouds on a nice, blue-sky day (Disclaimer: i will still choose to go shopping in hk or japan instead of hiking china's mountain).&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... But of coz.. next to the beautiful bishan park, we have the kallang river! (i think it's the kallang river...) Yucks! Check out the freaky algae or whatever shit it is in it! Haha. Anti-climate huh, after showing u nice pinky cloud pix. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Heeheehee.. digusting or not? That's a close-up for ya! LoL. But honestly, why the green thingy so thick and all de?? Totally remind me of The Swamp Thing. Back then, he was the grossiest creature i've ever seen. Bloody hell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok la dun gross u out la. This is Punggol Park. Also looks pretty and all. I think there is the faint pinky clouds effect in the background once again. And it is also evening time. Maybe the next time around 6ish pm u can look up the sky and see for yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hell. I like to take pix of hdb flats too! Heehee. V uniquely sg hor, the sight of hdbs. i have read that 80% of us dwell in hdb. These are bishan flats. Do u wanna ask me where i took all these pix from? Haha, ok, i tell u, i am actually a house burglar... i can't resist but take pix from the victims' flats' windows when i spotted nice scenery. Shhhh.....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was taken when i was looting 1 orchard office. Nice view of wisma and taka. But the gathering dark clouds (see how the dark and normal ones are separated? Cool.) somehow spell an unexplainable feeling of ominous (like mayb the security guards are on their way up?) hence i hastily made a quick get-out. i was escaping via borders and decided to make a quick visit to the mag section (Cheapo Reen strikes!) It was a wkday afternoon so not many pple. I spotted something cute:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am not sure wat genre of mag this is but the cover is cute! A fagging and boozing angel! I like(My inner queen of vices cheered)! Btw, the mag is freaking 16bucks. Gee. I can buy sg her world+cleo+female etc. 3 for the price of 1. But of coz, i won't be doing that and hence save that 16bucks altogether ^_^. Exported mags are seriously inflated in price xia. if there is any foreign mag u like, u are better off subscribing to it. Can save up to half the amount compared to buying them off the shelves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boarded the MRT. Suddenly, this auntie next to me produced a small item outta her bag and started to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_-"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" K.N.S.... wtf she thinks she is doing? Her house ah??? Some pple jus have no sense of public awareness or whatsoever lo.. I sighed deeply and continued to file my nails and yakking on my mobile phone, all at the same time comfortably sprawling across 4 spaces worth of seats. Nice! LoL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Got off the mrt and spotted a rather.. erm.. physically well-built (carefully tot-out politically correct description) lady.. I can't help but think, izzit her genes? or izzit bcoz she is an appreciator of the finer food in life??? I got wonder b4 whether i myself can ever potentially ballon up to this size or not. But it will definitely not be something i am curious enuff to try for sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haha. Lame! Check out this tiger balm ad by a bus stop lo... They are actually promoting their latest plaster or something. But what's wrong with this ad?? can u ever visualise a pair of tiger's paws on your back to be a comfy tot when u r having backaches?? No way lo. pls.. The 1st thing that comes to my mind will be claw marks! They totally got the relax-and-comfy idea all wrong xia. Failed ad! Pls refer to the clinique mascara one for cross-reference. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image021.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Of coz is watch tv. Recently chasing this new hk drama, Forensic Heroes, starring Auyong Zhenhua and this pretty lady whose name i am not quite sure but she was in another hk drama, Wei Si Li, starring opposite my fave ex-tvb actor of all time, Gallen Lo Jia Liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak in pri sch, I actually fantasized to be a pathologist (the doc who cut up corpses to check how they die etc) when i grow up. Gee. Was i 1 sicko kid? *Psychotic laughter* But the entire class knew that and my form teacher was even impressed ok? Anyway, typical cops-team-up-w-forensic-pple, crime, murder blah blah kinda drama. Some plots seemed familiar of coz but most of the murder cases, i actually couldn't guess wth was the killer until last min (i am not stupid. the storyline is jus good). Aka HK CSI lo. V nice. I like. Go borrow and watch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like auyong zhenhua. Nvm his hairstyle has not changed in the last 10yrs and he is chubby and all. Dear asked me why i like him even though he is no pretty boy. The ans is actually quite simple. In all his shows, 1stly, i have nv seen him as the bad guy. He will always be the filial son, loving husband/bf and/or father, a professional in tie and suit, cooks for his woman and most imptly, he has a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/andy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about other girls, but funny guys totally rocks! Yes, Andy Lau makes most ladies weak in the knees, but at the end of the day, what am i gonna do w just a pretty face? Of coz he mustn't look anything like william hung either. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/andy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/andy.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="421" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/wh.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/shaolin_soccer.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;I religiously watch stephen chow's movies, some repeatedly, thanks to the regular showings in channel 8 and channel u. His movies are the ones i can watch again and again w/o feeling bored and still luff my @$$ off every single time. How can u not adore this man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/nacho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/nacho.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also caught the movie 'Nacho Libre' over the weekend despite my bf insisting that only 2 stars were given as rating. Indeed at the end of the movie it wasn't v impressive plot-wise but the humour was there all right, thanks to comedian actor jack black. I enjoyed his 'sch of rock' and 'shallow hal'. Who said the fat boys cannot be attractive? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/hot%20chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/hot%20chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/bj_bed4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also love Adam Sandlers and Rob Schneider (the Deuce Bigalow male gigglo guy) to bits. Funny! Bridget Jones Diary's Renee Zellweger who plays a less-than-skinny Londoner is also fabulous. Anyway, if it's funny, i have most prolly watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Cheers for the funny guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115389604001671305?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115389604001671305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115389604001671305' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115389604001671305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115389604001671305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/days-of-my-life-on-sunny-singapore-tv.html' title='Days of My Life on Sunny Singapore + TV &amp; Movies Talk'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115384883919130857</id><published>2006-07-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:13:00.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: Random Blog aka Are You Beautiful?</title><content type='html'>Today. i stopped by guardian to buy distilled water. i casually took a look at what's on 'the new paper' while i was in the store. i dun used to like tnp, thanks to stern eng teachers back in my schooling days who drill into us the idea that tnp is nothing but bad english and trash (They are right about the bad eng but the entertainment is there). However, my work requires me to travel around a lot each day so sometimes i do buy a copy when i am bored and commuting time is long. Anyway, this is what is on the cover of tnp today, 25 July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/400/Image005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Right. I recognised who's the cover girl of the day is. miss singapore 2006 lo. caught a few glimpses of the pageant thingy on tv sometimes. i rem my 1st reaction is 'Har.. pretty meh... Eyes so small.. teeth so big.. well-endowed only leh... (read: big boobs. at least a C cup)' I proceed to sigh a little and wonder if we will ever get to see a miss singapore becomes a miss universe winner in this lifetime. i know la.. our population of 4millions is not impressive compared to like maybe china's of 1gazillion. maybe the real sg beauties aint joining. But other events leh? Like world cup?? The idea of singapore team will ever make it is absurd to most of us. Do u think it has anything to do with our practical education of study study study until die and most of us are actually not indulging into our real hidden non-academic talents?? anyway, back to miss singapore. year after year, i never really find any of the winners beautiful enuff in my standard (What.. 1st thing of coz see face right.. ya la i know now they say the brains also impt but sadly, pple will always see face 1st lo..). I am not condemning local women. in fact, there are tons of pretty girls around in sg! I like Mediacorps' Phyllis Quek and maybe even Constance Song. They are pretty to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anyway, apparently pple are making a big hoo-haa about this miss singapore, carol cheong, choice of clothes in the evening gown round. Ha! Although i told myself to stop buying trashy (but really quite entertaining sometimes) tnp, the inner gossipy bitchy queen in me weaken as i am keen to know what's the whole thing is about (kpo 3 gu 6 po, teehee) so i parted with my 70cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see, ms sg is being accused of being slutty and all in her choice of evening gown. at the 1st look, it does look nothing like an evening gown to me. Shouldn't be all long and elegant and all? maybe even a little bridal dress-like? As 1 mentioned comment by some local blogger, he/she thinks that ms sg has mistaken this round to be 'the night gown' round instead and said that what she wore was 'no class'. honestly, i wont go so far as to say until like that. mayb it was a bad choice, but aiya.. need to be so mean meh.. This, however, is already rather mild compared to other meanie remarks like 'stripper' la, how the whole outfit makes her stomach look protruding and her legs short. Ouch. pls lo.. if her already-quite flat stomach (as seen from bikini round) is called 'protruding' and her 1.6++m height is still short, then girls like me can all go jump off building liao. I actually got a bit defensive for this poor critisized ms sg although i must admit i myself also find the outfit rather distasteful to some extent. if u r kpo like me, mayb u can go google on more comments made about her outfit in question. i dun have to do it to know that most comments musta been harsh and even downright meanie. What's up with all these name-labelling huh. Slut, whore, whatever. She wanna dress sexy cannot meh. The ironic is, whoever all these commenting bloggers are, i seriously doubt they are hotties themselves lo.. If u daresay that u look anything like the cross-btw Andy Lau and Takeshi Kaneshiro (jin cheng wu la) or any of the hot babes of hollywood, then however u wanna sneer at those who are less-blessed in the appearance department, then i lanlan nothing to say lo. But pls lo.. if u yourself fat and balding (Read: kns) and look like 4mths pregnant even when u r not (this can be said for both male and female), then fuck la.. u think u got right to critisize others meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, this is just human nature. I am no angel myself. There were times when the green-eyes monster took over me and i find myself making deliberate vicious comments (visualise darts and daggers) in the direction of a model-like female counterpart. Dun kaykay lo.. i know any1 would have done this b4. why do we, the humble law-abidding folks, who even sometimes deem ourselves as kind, sympathetic and gentle souls when we give up our seats in public transports to old ah ma and even wept a silent tear or 2 during telecasted charity shows, viciously and harshly pass mean judgements to other women? As if most men are not @$$holes enuff (my apologies to the good men out there, especially my darling), we claw out the eyes of a mei nu in our sight secretly inside our heads? I think it boils down mainly to 2 reasons: 1 is definitely Evolution (WooOoOooo.. i am be chim too! TeeHee!) and 2 is simply insecurity. Evolution over millions of yrs always ensured the survivor of the strongest and fittest right? So that pretty girl's symmetrical and taut body, tall frame, shiny hair, bright eyes whatever, standards mother nature deems to be the elite, will be, to a mild extent, causing envy in the less-endowed ones and more extremely, insane jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I dun really bother to get jealous when i see pretty ladies around (no, i didn't suddenly look like a supermodel or whatsoever). it's just that i find appreciating what other women have has a more calming effect on my sanity. Maybe some chicks are born with all the enviable features which turn heads but i always know that your own effort is the factor that really makes the diff. i am old enuff to know that 6packs dun just magically appeared despite my diet of potato chips and kfc (i am eating pc now actually...). hell, these pple work their @$$ off in the gyms to achieve that kind of figure isn't it? 'there are no ugly women, jus lazy ones' is v true. i guess pple who is really determined enuff to put in the effort to get wat they want is really admirable and quite a role model for the rest of us. Rather than mad jealousy and a vicious bitchy mouth, go spend ur time working towards your goals la. I really cannot stand pple who critisize others jus to make themselves feel better about their own insecurities lo.. If u are already a loser, u make yourself a even worse sucker by doing this. At the end of the day, u are still the ugly one. HaHa! Go do something about it pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that 1 thing i may not be able to improve is perhaps my less than perfect skin. If a fairy is willingly to gimme jus 1 wish, i will be v torn btw asking for perfect skin or world peace. If I ever choose the former, the 1st thing i will do is to strut down the entire stretch of orchard road in a pair of hot pants so short, half my butt cheeks are revealing. nevermind my bf will bash my skull in for doing this and proceeds to kick my dead body down the foot of Mt Faber. In fact! I always secretly ogle at girls in shorts...*lecherous leer* (what? girl cannot see other girl meh? it's not only a privilege for men ok?). I am merely appreciately the beauty of human body. LoL. I sneakily took a pix of this girl once when i was in orchard actually. she was too bz gabbing and yakking on her hp to notice the 'ka-chi' sound my dear hp cam made when i captured the loveliness of her fair legs! (Note that i do not promote pervertic use of hp cam to pix unsuspecting females on the street, u sicko!). Awww.. how does some girls get so fair and all? This is really enviable lo. I am speaking for the rest of the female community. Dun even try to deny lo... Why do u think the beauty industry is laughing all the way to the bank w truckloads of money, YOUR MONEY, they made from whitening products? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Whatever. i am off to beautify myself from now on. sure, looks are what everyone see u at 1st. But a beautiful heart is even harder to come by. And rem kids, do not gossip and bitch about others, or else your teeth will get pulled out 1 by 1 in your afterlife! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115384883919130857?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115384883919130857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115384883919130857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115384883919130857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115384883919130857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/part-2-random-blog-aka-are-you.html' title='Part 2: Random Blog aka Are You Beautiful?'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115351029013071220</id><published>2006-07-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:43:54.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1: Random Blog aka I Haven't Blog for 3 weeks so I am Blogging Randomly~</title><content type='html'>The Power of Advertisement, Media, Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like reading mag. Most girls do. I know this for a fact. Ok, i am not being local-hater or anything but really lor... sg mag... really Cannot Make It... My fave mag is US Cosmopolitan. I even subscribe to it! I cheered the day SG lifted the ban on this mag since 20 YEARS AGO bcoz back then, they deem this mag to be to provocative and slutty. Now that SG is so pro-US, Cosmo is back in SG since..erm... 2004 dec, if i am not wrong.. ANYWAY! I was thumbing thru a copy of CAN-CAN ( a jap fashion mag) in my school and i was really gobsmacked upon seeing this ad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now now.. all u short-lashed asian girls! Our secret dream is always to have mega-long lashes, usually with the help of mascara, of coz. but WTF!!!! honestly! if u ever see this clinique ad, would u ever wanna buy this?@!!! Be Honest! It's pretty freaking gross isn't it! I wanna look like i have never-ending lashes, yes. But i am not exactly wanting to look like a potential female lead in the next horror movie ok! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the same mag, i found another ad that is more acceptable:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that's what you call a mascara ad!!!! Simple! Pretty! Blonde hair and blue eyes model with enviable lashes!!! that makes us girls wanna go out and grab that product!!! Not the former! What is clinique thinking?@!!!! Bloody hell.. As I thumb the mag further, i got depressed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry it's kinda blur... but gee! Jap girls are so thin! Dun believe me, go flip thru any jap mag at kino for free. My ex-boss told me these girls are street models. Meaning they aren't pro models but merely passerbys on the streets requested to pose for the mag. Now why are they so many chio bus who are stick-thin and amazingly-gorgeous in japan?!!! (See what a steady diet of sashimi can do for your figure???) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn. The bikini pages. WHY ARE THEY SO SKINNY AND ALL?@!!! Upon seeing this, i promptly recoil into deep depression as i sighed loudly enuff for the school receptionist to notice. I went thru a total of 3.2sec of low tide b4 promising myself to stick to a strict sashimi diet until i look like 1 of those models! (kidding. i'm pretty cute myself now isn't it!!! Erm... right?? RIGHT?!!!!) Whatever. LoL. In fact, i am pretty exhausted now( for reason I will not tell.... hiak hiak hiak). Part 2 will come soon... (Hmmm.. soon la... after my mj sessions... hk drama-watching etc ok???) ^_^"""&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115351029013071220?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115351029013071220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115351029013071220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115351029013071220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115351029013071220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/part-1-random-blog-aka-i-havent-blog.html' title='Part 1: Random Blog aka I Haven&apos;t Blog for 3 weeks so I am Blogging Randomly~'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115328829664758509</id><published>2006-07-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:04:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: Bloody Fun Sunday Outing~!</title><content type='html'>Right. This is kinda tad too late huh. In fact, it had happened 3 weeks ago and my enthu to blog is as piping hot as 1-week old bread. But wtf... said i would finish blogging this entry so i will just chop chop cut short any smarty-pantsy details and go straight to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I was saying, after our Haw Par Villa trip, we went to Mt Faber. We came to this building 'The Jewel Box' and went in for dinner. I wanna to go AlTiVo de but so unfortunately some sort of marriage party was held there so it's not open to the public i think. So we ll and went to another outdoor dining place which I am not quite sure what's the name. It's next to the Cable car station. And speaking of cable car station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the view we got from our table. Nice. But the fucking breeze was like blowing into our faces and making our food all cold. kns. the price of nice view. LoL. I took several cable car shots actually but refer to the above regarding my piping hot enthu so i am only gonna post 1 (like u give a shit about cable cars pix..yeah). Anyway, when i was a kiddo i took cable car like once or twice. it's exciting shit when your age only consist of a single digit. I did wanted to go on a ride in one of those for old times sake but the bf was not hot about the idea so i had to settle for the below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot in front of a fake cable car made outta lego outside the outdoor dining place. Ok, I was starving. Let's go in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... Yeah baby... Chill white wine! WooHoo! This is the moment I live for!!! (Ignore stinky tiger beer, it's dear's). The bloody wine is a whooping $15/glass (i can buy an entire bottle from cold storage or something) but it's BLOODY DELICIOUS! I swooned as i sipped it greedily but also in fear that i might finish it all too quickly. Yummy... Actually the food and drinks here are pretty ex lo. We ordered a seafood pasta marinara for me and a fish and chips for dear. And later a nacho with 3 diff kinda generously-served dips (they should. it's like 12bucks).&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TaDaaH! Our food is here! Yeah! Does it look nice? Heehee. My pasta is generously served with 2 whole mussels, 2 scallops which i can actually see and taste, 2 sotong and 2 prawn! ^___^ i dun usually eat seafood especially when i was young. i stuck to chicken all the time. it's only recent years that i can got adventurous (and gluttony) and tried new food. the pasta was nice! dear said his fish and chips is so-so only and proceed to kapo 1 of my sotongs. I couldn't resist but had another order of wine (3obucks spent on 2 glasses of wine, dumb but it was 1 happy girl *shrug* :P). We spent a whooping $111 on this meal! But i was all starry-eyes (*_*) after it, thanks to the yummy wine. TeeHee. A pair of cutest british boy twin was sat next to our table! I cooed and awwed throughout the meal while madly snapping pix of the cuddly babes&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAWAII!!! All blue-eyed and blonde hair! (albeit botak of coz, they are babies, for god sake! what do u expect, a headful of lustrous goldilock mane???) So there i was, all starry-eyed and motherly instinctful (weird combi, and that's beside the point! heehee). If i ever wanna marry an ang moh, it will be bcoz i wanna kiddo jus like that! But looking at my all-chinese dear dear thru my starry-eyes, this hopeful wish will not be fulfilled this lifetime (luckily dear has nice eyes and is tall so at least my kids would not all grow up to be shorty like me and proceed to stabbed me to death with kitchen knives in my sleep bcoz they resent me for passing on my shorty genes -_-") Ha! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ended our Mt Faber dinner with a snapshot with the help of a passing waitress. It was a good day! ^_^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back home, a mj session was in planning. Dear is visibly upset (understatement, he was actually pissed off) bcoz he said mj session robbed him of his time with me. But Queen of Vices aka me will not be fazed easily hence despite him all mad and fuming, i proceed to his sister's house 2 doors away for mj! Kakaka :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took a pix with my bf's niece, YanYan b4 mj session. She v cute hor. The princess of the family. She is 2, has the face of an angel but is actually a she-demon in disguise. V naughty de lor!!! Many times I get so mad with her bcoz of her mischievous acts. Totally 'you ai you hen'. Usually she purposely doesnt make cute faces when you express the interest to take her pix but maybe she is in a good mood today so she entertained me. Took the chance to make her pose somemore:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kakaka! This pix was taken when she was sucking on a sour sweet or something, can't rem. But doesn't she look like a female Bruce Lee in this pix?? Rofl. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one showed her cheekily picking up our mj tiles. She is Miss Kpo. Like to kaqiao us when we mj de. LoL. Usually we tricked her into giving her some tiles from the spare mj set and she would settle for stacking them as high as she can like lego until she can bored and come over to kaqiao again. Kids. You can't help but adore them. Hmmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S: paiseh wor v long no update blog. Been crazily busy with studies and work (Ok i lie a little, i mj a lot too. And watching hk drama a lot too. My bad.) But hey! My jap and work really keen me busy! Come August, I will be more free so more entries are expected. Have already taken random pix here and there from my daily life as materials to blog in the next entries. Hee. Till then, take care all you pple!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115328829664758509?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115328829664758509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115328829664758509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115328829664758509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115328829664758509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/part-2-bloody-fun-sunday-outing.html' title='Part 2: Bloody Fun Sunday Outing~!'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115208243748402032</id><published>2006-07-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:28:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down Memory Lane: Haw Par Villa!</title><content type='html'>Was slacking last sunday. After a tiring week, it's always enjoyable to be sleeping endlessly on sunday. Weather was freaking hot these days. Bloody hell. Then suddenly rem dear can use his friend's van for the next 3 weeks so wtf, wanna take the chance to go out drive around! excited, i asked dear where can we go. i dunno why but i suddenly exclaimed 'where's haw par villa ah?!' Turns out it is at pasir panjang and nowadays they are having free entry so hell, let's go! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image082.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image082.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee! Forced dear to make a cute expression. LoL ^_^" Polo tee courtesy of SAF. Heehee. Dear having reservist now so he say can take jiu take. Freebies! Now that's my darling! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image103.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image103.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me relac-one-corner while dear drove.. Lalala~! Hmmm maybe take out cam to take sceneries pix?? Idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image102.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image102.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue Sky! Yeah.. once in a while when you look up the sky, it's actually pretty nice huh. I like the saying 'It's not about the destination. it's the journey'. We city pple are often rushing about all day long that we dun really appreciate nature stuffs like sky, flowers blah blah. But once you do take the time to appreciate them for a while, it's like, hey, why didn't i notice this beauty b4? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image104.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Sky! Hey diff angle ok! haha okok i am a sucker for blue sky la. Those huge fluffy clouds floating peacefully up there.. nothing to worry, nowhere to rush to.. then when they get fat and heavy, they rain lo. then after evaporation, precipitation blah blah all those stages you learnt back in pri sch in water cycle, TaDaaH! become clouds again! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually got more blue sky pix but...nvm! haha. drove past this pte houses-lined road. Envy. Will pple like you and me ever afford to stay in such fancy houses? Seems like we are all destinied to live in hdb all our lives huh. nothing wrong with hdbs la but i'm sure it ever crossed your mind how izzit like to be staying at such places.. or ever condo with full facilities.. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image106.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image106.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit! we are here! WaaAaaaAAaaa!!! Miss Suaku broke into a run like a 3-yr-old being released into a Toy 'R' Us. Shit! Shit! SHIT! Meomory lane!!!! Now, anyone my age with a decent childhood will be here at least once when they were kiddo. Back then, this place is really glam and all the gazillions of chinese statues they have will make kiddos bug-eyed and gobsmacked. I used to be 1 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image107.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image107.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image107.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to conceal my little excitement by even taking time to examine the map outside. Yeah right, like i care. Gonna explore the bloody place anyhow i like. Who cares about the freaking map! Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image108.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image108.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry got this huge and tall impressive chinese-style gate. Like entering a palace like that. But dun be fool. The place is really in quite a ruined, as i realised after the trip. You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid like 5bucks for parking. Kns. The jolly uncle security guard, upon pocketing our 5bucks, urge us to go 1st touch the belly of this buddha on the left. Apparently, this will bring u prosperity (Read: $$$). In such situation, you must always believe and do according as told. Because, nobody would mind if i 'coincidentally' strike all 4D, toto and big sweep the following week. Show Me The Money!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out! super ancient fancy car which belongs to the 2 brothers who own haw par villa, and if u dunno, tiger balm company as well (U tot the tigers in haw par villa and on tiger balm is a coincident meh..). And now, ladies and gentlemen, we are gonna proceed into... *gasp! hold breath* The Ten Courts of Hell! This place is like the highlight of haw par villa la. Rem the eerie boat ride u went on as kiddo into the dark and scary place? Yes.. that's the same place.. except now, i think they no fund to maintain the whole boatride thing so where it used to be the river is now filled up and becomes a walking path lo. Not visiting this place is like coming to Singapore and not go visit the Merlion. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, Mortals! As we approached the entry, i was actually filled with giggles than fear, like the way i was when young. Adulthood really robs us of a lot of simple fun huh. Crap aside, let's go in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok.. i made up all the tension to make you all excited... i didn't even take much pix inside ok.. sorry la but inside hor.. really dark and all lo.. bad lighting for pix taking. plus honestly, i dun feel quite comfy doing that. (so much for being all grown-up now and not afraid anymore). blame the fear instilled in me during my childhood visit here lo. Used to recall in fright about my visit here. Gory statues depicting all kinds of tortures the souls got punished for their sins when they are alive. Look at the description board and imagine yourself ok? Despise the blazing heat outside, the air in here is really chilly in comparison. izzit due to the lack of sunlight? Or... .... Anyway, cant resist but took this particular signboard. Check out the sins and the respective punishments. I can't help but zoom in on the gambling part. Great. Just freaking great. All those mahjongs sessions, harmless 4D buying.. i am gonna be frozen into blocks of ice in my afterlife now, together with, say.. 3.9millions of other singaporeans! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took just one gory pix to quench your psychopath desire to see gore. This punishment, apparently, is for erm, being heartless or something when one was alive (pix of heart being dug out is self-explained). Got other gross stuffs like tongues kena cut out for lying, bodies smashed by boundaries, limbs being pulled apart blah blah. Use. Your. Imagination! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear is determined to point out that the punishment for food wasting is body sawn into 2. This is his punishment to me for forcing him eat all my leftovers when we eat out. He believes it is me who has robbed him of his male athlete figure and the now resultant less-than-taut body. He claimed that his average intake on every occasion of our meals is 1.5plates - 1 plates his, 1/2 mine. Awww... So all you figure-conscious ladies, treasure your slim body now. Bcoz it's gonna get saw into 1/2 when you reach hell. Same to those guys who watch porn! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion when we finally finished the tour. Heaven is empty, bcoz everyone will be in hell. The mere 2 pix i took of the punishments signboards, every1 is sure to find at least 1 'crime' that they are guilty of. At this rate, wtf is ever going to Heaven?!!! Nvm, let's check out more cheerful stuffs! Iko! (Ee-ko) (Jap for let's go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is just plain.. weird... Apparently, this pix depicts filiety piety.. The story behind it: An aging mother-in-law who has lost all her teeth, hence the ability to eat, is in the danger of being starved to death. Hence the filial daughter-in-law, get this, breastfeed her, for the next 4 years until the old lady died of old age. In her dying bed, she expressed her graitude towards her daughter-in-law and bless that the latter will be equally well-treated by her kids in future. Hmmm.. I dunno what to say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! The signboards have got jap explanations! *triumph*. When i ask dear what does he think about in most places of interest, signboards usually have english, chinese and jap explanations but not others like korean or european languages?? He tot about it and solemnly replied, 'Im sure koreans read jap too.' -_-" Nevertheless, I secretly congrats myself for choosing to learn jap. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to this bridge and look what I saw! Tortoises! Or izzit grown-up terrapins?! Whatever.. but haha.. not that i am particularly fond of them but they are really cute. Guess they must be sheltering themselves from the bloody heat. And talking about heat, it was super-duper i-wanna-curse-and-swear hot lo! I ducked around a lot, which dear sarcastically ask me to go home instead. I can't help it if i get tanned easily but take the next 50yrs to regain fairness&lt;br /&gt;ok! Grrr! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop! Pondful of lotus!!! (Or water lily or whatever water plant..) Shit! I have never seen that many in my life! That's me grinning and arms widespread out like a moron ^_^" In case you are thinking i am at Botanic Gardens now, i wanna remind you once again that i am at Haw Par Villa ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Now that's more like it! This next pix got more i-m-at-haw-par-villa feel right? How many deities are there?? 1, 2, 3.. or 4? Heehee. I wanna be the Goddess of Beauty Deity! Pray to me! HeeHeeHee! Super Bhb! ^_^"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Pix on right is more suitable for my image.. Me: Gimme the freaking coin, you damn frog! Frog: -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-entertained ourselves by posing dumb pix with the statues! (Bang! All my brain matters kena blown out!) Statues in HPV: -_-""&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Master Tang!! Doreen wanna kissy too! *Pouty lips* Or a bite of your famous ever-lasting-beauty-giving flesh wouldn't hurt too! Dear ah, go get the BBQ pit, kuai dian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear is inspired by my lusty move on Master Tang and proceeds to molest 1 of the 4 topless mermaids he found in a fake pond. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...He soon got bored of groping cold hard breasts and went on to tackle a huge crab. He insisted, he is the Lord of Crab (Crap, to me, heehee) bcoz he is a Cancerian. Bestow, Prince of Crab (Crap)! Your humble Fish servant bows to you, My Lordship! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is supposed to be 1 of the 1st swimming pool (yes, it was a swimming pool, not a pond) in Singapore. On my background should be an impressive made-man waterfall, long long ago... (Refer to the earlier mentioned lack-of-funds-to-upkeep-this-place reason). I mean, it was a sunday lo, but do you see anyone else in the pictures except we 2 self-entertaining idiots?? LoL. But got la, a few tourists here and there lo. We saw tour buses loadful of senior citizens. So sad huh. It used to be pretty hip and all when we were young but now it is just dilapidated and forgotten, giving way to the ever-popular Orchard Rd. Honestly, when you are at Orchard Rd 5 days/wk, I wouldn't wanna go Orchard Rd on my rest day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only so much to see around here so next I suggested West Coast Park! Oh Yes! Why not when i am so in touch with my nature-self at the moment??!! Oh yes oh yes!!! Beach, sand, sun and sandcastle-buildings kiddo, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. Ok let me explain... We DID arrive at WCP and i DID have every intention of running down the coast of the beach but when we reached, the weather was more than ever HOT and i dun see the freaking beach in sight! Then dear happily pointed out to a faraway place which i assumed must be Indonesia already. The beach seemed to be entiredly blocked off and maybe some reclaiming work is in progress! WTF! Aiya to hell with it la. I snapped the pix on the right of the cutest chihuahua I saw playing catch ball with its owner before I left. But see, I was at West Coast Park ok! So shaddap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear casually brought up where we should go instead and i totally wanna go too! Where, do you think, when you had the rare opportunity of driving, would you go?? Make a guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reaching soon! Did you get it right?? Haha, yeah, we are going to Mt Faber! Those who went b4 must know the fab view from Al Tivo where you can sip your white wine nonchalently while basking in the amazing view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woo hoo! I snapped this pix eagerly once we were up. I believe that's sentosa??!!! And look really closely to the right ok.. That's Mr Merlion! Hello!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does it feels to live just next to Mt Faber huh?? As I wondered this question, dear, however, has a more sicko tot. He said to me that he wanna cut me into pieces then wrapped them into black plastics bags and dumped them into the thick forest surrounding Mt Faber. He is sure my Mr Romantic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, this is where we are gonna dine at&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ----&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Jewel Box. This is where AlTiVo is housed. We are going in! Wanna know what we ate, drank and did after that? 'fraid i need to disappoint you and continue blogging the next time. I am getting tired and hungry. Look out for Part 2 of my Happy Sunday Outing soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115208243748402032?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115208243748402032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115208243748402032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115208243748402032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115208243748402032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/walking-down-memory-lane-haw-par-villa.html' title='Walking Down Memory Lane: Haw Par Villa!'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115195045861518232</id><published>2006-07-03T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:20:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What they are showing on TV these days...</title><content type='html'>Had a rare chance of having nothing to do last Thursday hence went home after class to rot. And how would any rotter dare say to be rotting w/o a healthy dose of endless mindless TV watching? I hence proceed to channel surf, switching channels on an average of 3sec/ channel. I love zoning out in front of the TV especially in the morning. I need time to 'come back to life'. I simply cannot wake up early and am in a zombie-state during the 1st 30-45mins after waking up. I also need to watch TV before I sleep at night. It's a way I unwind myself after a long day. Anyway, back to last Thu. So I started watching at 7pm, channel 8, this 'Blue Catus' drama, and check out what I saw &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the right... I mean, honestly, take a gun and blow out my brains ba. That's Christopher Li, Supposedly 1 of the 'Ah Ge' of Mediacorps and rumoured bf to fann wong. I know they say good looking pple can walk around with a pile of shit on their head and still ooze charm but looking at that screenshot, can you honestly say that he looks good???!!! I used to find him pretty good looking but sadly, he is still not that bloody good looking enuff to be spotting a mop-like hair and still expecting himself to still be suave. Sorry Christopher, but the only male who is able to do that, mop or shit on head and women still go weak in the knees upon seeing him, is only Andy Lau. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think Mediacorp is trying to be funny lo... They get their so called shuai ge mei nu to act in a drama and give them shitty hairstyles simply bcoz they are supposedly shuai ge mei nu so they think they can get away with crap hairstyles. In the 9pm CID drama, Ivy Lee on the left is spotting a maggi-mee, and in my opinion, whore-like do lo... Seriously! What's up with that?!!! My bf says Ivy is such a babe and many guys agree that she is even prettier after giving birth. I dun hate her or whatever but she looks so normal to me lo. I think Zoe Tay or Song Yi Fei Constance or Phyllis Quek are prettier lo. But fuck la.. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder isnt it.. The main point is... WHAT'S WITH THE FREAKING UGLY HAIRDO! Someone pls shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue with this CID show.. not the most exciting I ever show la. I have watched more exciting hk drama thrillers or cops dramas which really i dunno who the hell the murderer/rapist/mf is until the last min lo. Before i am accused of being a anti-singapore drama ungrateful, the-moon-is-rounder-overseas bitch, i must say that i used to like sg dramas lo. Growing up, my stable diet of daily TV gotta consist of drama-watching, then, SBC. I missed Zoe and Li Nanxing and Chew Chou meng these pple lo. I totally gotten watch these everyday or I will die. But now, in my 20s, i realise that Sg dramas have not improved with times lo... check out these screenshots of so-called ah lian ah beng in the 9pm CID drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stereotypical ideas of how ah lian ah beng are remained unchanged lo... Change out the girl on the right... Ah lian must have many clips on the hair one lo.... sigh... and see below&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah lian ah beng must always go bad-pple places like pool place etc... typical ah lian must be in short mini skirts etc... Haiz.. Boring...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next stop, channel U, 10pm, Armed Reaction IV. I actually only rent and watch hk drama bcoz i prefer listening them speak in cantonese instead of dubbed chinese. It's my way of picking up cantonese u see (it's really useful!). But 1 of my fave actors, auyong zhen hua is in this show and although I didnt watch 1-3 before, I made an exception this time. Actually, most hk dramas are nice lo. Again, i am not been critical towards our local shows but really lo.. hk or japan actors can really act better.. even the extras! I mean, have u seen sg dramas that has part 4 like this one? no right... bcoz storyline too weak.. cant continue so long lo... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's Cai Shao Fen and Auyong Zhen Hua on the right. They make such a good onscreen couple lo. Both so cute. She looks like my friend, Xiufang lo.. (Dawny Dearie, u really look like her la! Same surname even!) Auyong is no pretty boy, but nevertheless, i love watching the dramas he is in. He has his own sense of humor, and when he acts out sad scenes, he is really pro about it. My number 1 fave tvb actor, Gallen Lo, has moved on to china. So sad T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image066.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the same time showing on channel 5 is 'Lost'. CMI lo. I kinda watched the serie 1 religiously bcoz the starting seem to be promising.. a batch of survivors on a plane crash on an island with mysterious dinosaur-like creature chasing them and all. Each episode has a different's character's flashback before the crash. But the episode finale was really crap. nothing was explained and i was left high and dry. Now that they are showing serie 2, i am determine to boycot this show. It sucks. No head no tail. Just leading us on with endless mysteries. To hell with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11pm to 12 midnight, Arts Central. Every wed to fri, they are showing jap animes. I am not particularly into anime but they are good for listening to the jap dialogues. I kinda practise this way. I prefer those funny ones. The characters can be really cute. I was watching 'Desert Punks' on and off on Arts Central but it ended. The main character, was this loser type of guy who go ga-ga over huge boobs girls who are exaggerately, well, well-endowed and skinny. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you see, with these amount of entertainment I am surviving on local TVs, who really need Cable?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115195045861518232?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115195045861518232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115195045861518232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115195045861518232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115195045861518232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-they-are-showing-on-tv-these-days.html' title='What they are showing on TV these days...'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29997852.post-115157617871392859</id><published>2006-06-29T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:03:57.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sashimi Girl is also a Supermarket Slut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am no auntie, or 'o-baa-san' in jap. oh no i am not. but yet i enjoy the activity most aunties would enjoy doing - grocery shopping. i mean, what's there not to like about grocery shopping in supermarkets? Aircon and rows and rows and rows of food, food and more food! i can spend hours in supermarket checking out wine and the different kinds of potato chips and shampoos blah blah. Do you know that manufacturers actually have to put extra to display their products at eye-level shelves??! My best fren told me that! (Heehee Hi^5, old girl!) In fact, she is gonna to be making sure that those products that have been paid to be on eye level shelves is bloody well gonna be, well, at eye level shelves! Hey! They paid for it didnt they?! So hell, let them be at eye level shelves then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is this supermarket (or in jap, 'suu-paa') that i will definitely visit from Mon to Fri religiously. It is none other than Isetan Supermarket at Isetan Scotts. Today, I went on my usual business at this particular supermarket, wanting to pick up some salmon (for sashimi.. of coz.. hiak hiak) and brocolli when i spotted this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image079.0.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt; Holy shit! That's the smallest freaking grapes i have ever seen in my life! See what fancy foreign supermarket can offer that you will never see in NTUC?? If the size is not that visible to you, I took the liberty of taking another shot, this time, with my finger next to a packet so maybe the small size is more visible this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="54" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image081.jpg" width="82" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One grape prolly has a diameter of 1cm each. There's this jap word on the packaging called 'Shi-ma-ne'. I am not sure if it refers to the brand or the variety this particular grapes is. And wait till you check out the price - 19 freaking bucks! Now why would i pay 19 freaky bucks for a handful of mini grapes when i could prolly buy 20 packets of normal sized ones with the same amount of money??? Then again, maybe it is purely from the view of poor churchmouse like myself *Blush*. This supermarket is crawling with wealthy-looking jap tai-tais who almost all spot the same latest fashion slightly curly hair-does that you see from jap magazines. They are mostly fashionably dressed (You will not see them in shorts and flip flops), glowing complexion (from the daily use of SK-II masks or the likes of it), and are incredibly slim (compared to Singaporean womens their age, to my opinion). Honestly, I must admit jap women are rather classy and stylish. Well, how could they not when they hubbies are all expats working in here, living the high life residing in Orchard condos etc, having nothing much to do except booking tennis courts and shopping with the wives of other expats??!!! LoL oh well.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after spotting freaky grapes, I was like, what the hell, let's go take some pictures! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wee! Strawberries! I dun particularly like to eat it but isnt it great to look at! Then I got bored with the fruits and proceeds to the vegetable (Jap: Ya-sai) section. Oh guess what I found!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope, its not watermelons. They are pumpkins. Damn. We singaporeans are so brain-washed into believing that pumpkins are orange on the outside, no thanks to halloween pix which show carved-out evil-looking orange pumpkin heads. Just the other day I came across a recipe in a foreign magazine about a yummy looking pumpkin soup and i tot to myself: where in the world am i gonna get pumpkin in singapore to cook that soup?? and there they were! &lt;a href="mailto:^&amp;%^$#%#@$"&gt;^&amp;amp;%^$#%#@$&lt;/a&gt;@@!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TaDaaH! Took a general shot at the vege section while 2 jap housewives eyed me with suspicion... Everything here is nicely wrapped up and all so you can be sure whatever you wanna buy has not bee poked at repeatedly in a bid to confirm freshness. Next, I wonder into my fave section.. Meat meat meat! (Sashimi Girl is Carnivorous *wild laughter*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I passed by the deli section on my way to the meat section. This is one of my fave sections as well. Many break times during my jap classes are spent here, walking up and down for piping hot, delicious displays of bbq meat, pasta, yakitori etc. The aroma is gonna overwhelm you! I used to buy Penne and Turkey Breast pasta but later gave in to other yummies. Try the Chicken Leg Yakitori. It comes in generous quantity of honey-glazed chicken thigh meat for only $1/stick! Or when I feel like dieting, the wholemeal sandwiches at $2.80 is a great buy. Try the Roast Beef one. Nutritious &amp; Value for money!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is where you can find me rooted to the spot for about 5mins which drooling at the beef. I am a sucker for beef. Heavenly delicacy! I am trying to learn how to cook on my own these days but my 1st attempt turns out to be rather....rubbery and bland. Damn! Unsure of what marinade is good to buy blah blah. Gosh I sucks at cooking! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This my my fave cut. Belly prime tender or something. My number 1 fave Yakiniku (BBQ meat) restaurant is Aochan at Le Meridien Hotel. It's rather pricey but the beef totally melts in your mouth and you proceed to float in the mid air a while... Bliss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SASHIMI!!! This is the section which I get a little weak in my knees whenever I pass by.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, the prices also give my poor heart a little leap just by looking at the tags. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, still, I had fun looking! ^_^"&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image106.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jap Curry! Yayyyy!!! These are ready-to-cook home packs which you can buy home and expertly produce jap curry like those shown on the boxes. I had tried cooking from these convenient packs and it is really quite fool-proof. Just boil, add potatoes, onions, meat and the curry cubes and viola! Traditional jap curry piping hot is ready! Jap curry is different from the local ones we have. Jap curry is sweet and mily spicy. Go try cooking if you are a curry fan but beware: it is seriously fattening so watch out for your waistline!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/320/Image107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are having this Hokkaido Fair now. There are shitloads of stuffs apparently from Hokkaido on sale now with the promoters stationed in various corners of the supermarket, offering you samples of they stuffs they are promoting. I swear if you are broke now, head down to Isetan Scotts supermarket now. You can simply go from station to station eating samples and save some lunch money! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just checked out that 4 bloody huge &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image079.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boiling pots! This is of of the sample station lo! Do you get to see that in NTUC?!! NoOoOooo.. NTUC only has small little clear plastic cup around which is sparingly handed out.. Ok not that I hate NTUC k? In fact, I adore NTUC for their great variety and even better prices. But Honestly! Isetan really takes sampling very seriously huh! On the left is also another sampling station. Apparently they are promoting rice hence those 2 are rice cookers. I am say I am impressed by their sampling stations. Told ya u could fill your stomach just by visiting each station... LoL~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some 'ben-to' (literally rice with side dishes in a box) are on sale at the Hokkaido Fair. Not really appealing to me though, and the prices are scary. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/1600/Image109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6309/3208/200/Image109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Croquettes fried on the spot are available too. This is much more appealing than the bentos but oh well, I will pass it up this time. I believe the original croquette is simply mashed potato dipped in flour then fried. As I snapped this pix, a staff suddenly appeared in front of me and told me 'No photos pls'. Bloody hell. Startled me. The staff looks and sounds japanese to me. For a while, I was tempted to sprout a few angry phrases like 'Shi-tsu-re ne! (That's so rude of you!) and proceed to start a 'I-am-customer-so-therefore-I-can-do-whatever-I-damn-well-pls! crap but instead I murmured an apology before scurrying away. Tmd. Oh might as well! I paid for my purchases and head for home. End of my Supermarket Adventure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is yet another day. Hello Isetan Supermarket! I'll be back! Haha.. Sad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115157617871392859?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115157617871392859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115157617871392859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115157617871392859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115157617871392859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/sashimi-girl-is-also-supermarket-slut.html' title='Sashimi Girl is also a Supermarket Slut'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115107622428644841</id><published>2006-06-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:26:37.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Learning Journey: You Stop Growing when You Stop Learning.</title><content type='html'>To be honest, it fazes me, a lot, to actually start a blog (Stop smirking, smug seasoned bloggers!). Previously I mentioned I how helpless I am when it comes to technology. In fact, it scares me sometimes. I mean, we are talking about an era where 13-year-olds expertly set up their own websites and all, when me, 22 and counting, consider checking my email and friendster accounts regularly to be IT-savvy enough. I remembered how I failed my E Maths throughout the 4 years of my sec sch days, thinking i am just not clever enuff to master the subject, I can never make it. I simply hated Maths! Seriously, i was thinking, who needs to know algebra and what-the-hell-was-it-called-again when you start working! Geez! So there I was, all sulky and hating the education system. Boy I was an angry teenager huh. It's like, 'This is not fair! I am just not talented in Maths! Hey its not my fault!' Then I came across this moral-thingy story. It goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man A: (While admiring how his handy neighbour can always fix his own car troubles, commented,) Wow. I am impressed! You are really good at fixing cars! I will never be able to do that. I just sucks at mechanical stuffs. (And proceeds to laugh, expecting his neighbour to laugh along)&lt;br /&gt;However, his neighbour did not share his amusement. He replied:&lt;br /&gt;'You know, I wasn't born with the knowledge to fix cars. I got sick of whining how I feel so helpless against my car breaking down so I simply start picking up the skills on my own, do a little trial and error here and there, and finally manage to fix my own car'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Isn't it human nature to always try to find something or someone else to blame when sucky things happen in life? It's unfair. I just wasn't talented. I didn't know how to. We said all these stuffs all the time instead of really admitting we dunno it because we dun bother to make the effort to learn on our own. Yes. Blaming is always the easy way out. I can whine till I am 70 that I know shit about technology and I still won't know shit. I can whine that I am fat but continue to snack all the time. So what, is God gonna hear my whining and says, 'Ok, I will make her slim!' TaDaa! I wish that, but no, life doesn't happen this way ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, if I continue to do nothing about wanting to learn, I will never learn how to make my blog skin nicer, add fancy html and stuffs like that. So I hope in the next few weeks to come and all, I can actually really add some nice touches to my blog. Some of you might still think, 'Oh C'mon! Is it really that hard?!' But to me, yeah, it is daunting. Don't you have anything that you dunno about and how would you like it if pple rub it in your face by retorting that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wonder about geniuses like Albert Einstein and the invention of planes and stuffs? Can you imagine coming up with stuffs like that in this lifetime?? Does the inventions drop into the open arms of these brainy scientists? As rational adults like you and me, we know that these scientists spent ages before they discover new stuffs, prolly like experimenting 999times before they succeed huh. Want to be slim? Sure. 2 words: Diet &amp;amp; Exercise. But wait, I know that. But why aint I slim?!! Ahhh... I sure have the knowledge of how to get slim, but I am not doing it isn't it? Wanna get straight As? Study loh.. But admit it, watching tv and eating potato chips is more fun anytime. So yeah.. I guess the reason why some pple dun succeed boils down to 2 explanations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you dun have the knowledge, you will never know how to reach your goal.&lt;br /&gt;2. On the other hand, having the knowledge alone is good enuff. You gotta apply it. And that, is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.. enuff preaching. I am boring myself to tears. LoL. I realise I didn't do it a intro of myself in my 1st entry, so here goes again: Doreen, female, Singaporean, 22! I am currently studying Japanese Language and have been for the past 1 and a half year. Ok, this is the part where I get lotsa curious questions. 'Do you mean Japanese Studies at NUS?' Nope, it's not. I study Jap at a jap lang sch. It's not a degree thingy, hell its not even a diploma. It's just, studying jap lang. Hence I hope this solve the mystery of my blog addy, Diary of a Sashimi Girl. Talking about Sashimi... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SALMON SASHIMI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! What's there not to love about it? It's a good source of protein, Omega 3 Fatty Acids (the good kind of fats that protects your heart), you dun have to add oil and cook it, and it tastes superb! How the sweetness oozes in my mouth with every bite.. *Drool* Ok you anti-raw food pple! No making of yucky noises! I will not tolerate that! Food is a very personal choice. I dislike chocolates, durians, char kway teow and whatever typical Singapore may like. You make say, 'What!!! You are mad! These stuffs are the real shiok stuffs!' And proceed to get all upset and huffy. So see, never critisize others for worshipping food that you yourself do not like k? For all you know, there are pple out there (at least I know I, for one) like certain stuffs enuff set up blogs with addy like mine. What, will it please you better if i call it 'Diary of a Chocolate Girl'??? Hmmp. To each her own. I love beef too, by the way. Medium rare is the best! But nvm, I shall not discuss about food for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes ask others or even ourselves this question: Are U Happy? Of coz we cannot be contented with all aspects of our lives, but generally, if you ask me that, yes, I can say I am. I love what I am doing now. Previously mentioned, I am no Jap Slut. I dun listen to Ayumi Hamasaki's tunes religiously, watch Jap anime fervently and kiss the ground a Japanese walks on. I simply like languages. They are beautiful to me... Go figure ^_^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. while we are at it, anyone keen to pick up some jap? I am no expert of coz, but i tot i could impart a phrase or 2, a greeting here and there, to whoever is interested enuff. I shall choose how to introduce yourself to a Japanese the 1st time you meet. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hajimemashite'&lt;br /&gt;'Watashi (insert your name) &lt;insert&gt;desu'&lt;br /&gt;'Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese is not a hard language actually, especially if you are a Chinese. Their pronunciation, when written in roman words i.e. English, is easy to pronounce, just like our Chinese's han yu pin yin. 'Hajimemashite' literally means 'This is the 1st time we meet'. 'Watashi' meaning 'I' and 'desu' meaning 'am'. So yeah, it's like 'I Doreen am'. Their verbs come at the back. 'Yoroshiku onegaishimasu' means 'Pls regards me favourably from now on/ I depend on you to take care of me from now on'. Japaneses are very polite and humble pple. In jap, they actually differentiate into different levels of politeness, from just casual talking to friends to ultra polite stuffs when talking to their superiors and elders! It's really amazing, haha. Their humbleness will shock you, them often denying their own talents when praised and even to the extent of critisizing oneself! Now this is some culture I dig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, I realise that most pple know only the following 3 jap phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (When eating jap food or dining at jap places): Oishii!&lt;br /&gt;2. (Upon spotting babes): Kawaii!&lt;br /&gt;3. (Trying to sound like you know a thing or 2): Soo desu nee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oishii' literally means, well, delicious. 'Kawaii' literally means... Cute.... and 'Soo desu nee' means 'Oh I see'. But there is a better word you can master and the best thing is, this word means 'great!' for practically everything: the weather, food, others' talents, beautiful stuffs like sea and sky etc. The magic word is 'Sugoi!' (Su-go-ee). So the next time when u eat sushi, you can go 'Sugoi!', when the weather is fab, 'Sugoi!', when you are shellshocked about how great your fren does certain things, 'Sugoi!', or when Singapore starts snowing.... 'SUGOI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, the power of 'Sugoi!' ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115107622428644841?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115107622428644841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115107622428644841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115107622428644841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115107622428644841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-learning-journey-you-stop.html' title='Life is a Learning Journey: You Stop Growing when You Stop Learning.'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29997852.post-115082275604304855</id><published>2006-06-20T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:59:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of A Sashimi Girl~</title><content type='html'>Right... Wait a min.. is this really MY blog?? Hmmm... Ok... maybe self intro 1st? Doreen, female, 22.. hmmm what else huh.. *embarrassed* Fine fine.. i am an IT-idiot ok.. smug seasoned bloggers will be like: 'Huh! Don't cha know anything about blogging??!" And i will be like, 'Ok, so i know shit about blogging.. actually.. No, since about a couple of years back, I was inspired to blog by friends like Dawny, previously known as ihavenocowsense.blogspot --&gt; how to forget such addy??!! But.. its kinda scary.. honestly.. technology... then came Bridget Jones, whom I am totally in Love with. Love to bits her diary entries, complete with cigarettes and alcohol intakes of the day! Gosh... Then later, it has been my bestest fren, Shan, who started a blog. So wtf... IT-moron-Reen shall do one too! (Excuse me but its 12.46am now and i am kinda... (Nvm, tell u next time...))&lt;br /&gt;   Woo Hoo! Diary of a Sashimi Girl huh. I LOVE Salmon Sashimi (and yaki niku actually...)! To set the record straight, i am no Jap Slut ok? God knows that. It's ok.. I can explain it next time. Meanwhile, I am going to sleep (Are U thinking now, "Gosh this is a stupid blog. I shall not visit it ever again!")&lt;br /&gt;   Sorry folks, I think erm.. I wanna go sleep now.. Shall blog again when i am more sober.... who cares if no one is reading it huh.. at least i know my Best Fren is  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29997852-115082275604304855?l=diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/feeds/115082275604304855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29997852&amp;postID=115082275604304855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115082275604304855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29997852/posts/default/115082275604304855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofasashimigirl.blogspot.com/2006/06/diary-of-sashimi-girl.html' title='Diary of A Sashimi Girl~'/><author><name>Doreen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336625831787649348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
