<?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-8170708570506688868</id><updated>2012-02-08T11:58:24.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>debbie</title><subtitle type='html'>laugh smile scream cry rant bitch</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1786733526090411688</id><published>2011-12-25T11:52:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:55:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas ain't just about presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this extremely heart-warming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dqtj.blogspot.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-XRIcDtZ28/TvlBGi9vJZI/AAAAAAAAC4o/GOQkuCbNimE/s400/tumblr_lwqfu27Nw51r0s08lo1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690651184880100754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;"All the little boy was going to ask Santa for was his father to come back from Iraq. Little did he know, his wish would come true and his father was right behind Santa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Article: http://blog.cleveland.com/metro/2011/12/santa_helps_bring_cleveland_so.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;Its the season to be jolly! Lalalalalalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let it snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you had your fill of Christmas guilt food and christmas caroling this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its 6 days to the New Year so maybe its time to come up with aNew Year Resolution List!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1786733526090411688?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1786733526090411688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1786733526090411688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-aint-just-about-presents.html' title='Christmas ain&apos;t just about presents'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-5-XRIcDtZ28/TvlBGi9vJZI/AAAAAAAAC4o/GOQkuCbNimE/s72-c/tumblr_lwqfu27Nw51r0s08lo1_1280.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1470731404378063990</id><published>2011-12-21T16:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:25:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, my world, my everything</title><content type='html'>It’s been 4 days since I have returned to the office. My usual pile of work awaits me; the number of unread emails bolded in black, the list of new products waiting to be tested and the stack of paperwork sitting impatiently on the top of my tray. For just a moment, it was as though nothing had changed. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, that party I painstakingly planned for months was not over. No, I had not turned 21. No, Johnson did not just propose to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quietly give thanks for the 4 days break I had before returning to a jungle of an office. It’s been days and yet I don’t seem to be getting a reaction out from myself. It was as though reality did nothing but to lightly scratch the surface of my glass bubble, everything has yet sunk in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I type furiously on the keyboard, anxiously trying to finish up as much back-dated work as possible, but my senses didn't seem to agree with me. Strong emotions swept through me between every single blank mental space possible. Gratitude, surprise, sadness, happiness, disappointment, emotions-I-didn’t-even-knew-existed overwhelms me. So much, I have no choice but to stop, think and ponder…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyqfHG_6sIo/TvGbTNXczpI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/DiFXLt8xL64/s1600/to%2Bthe%2Bworld.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyqfHG_6sIo/TvGbTNXczpI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/DiFXLt8xL64/s320/to%2Bthe%2Bworld.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688498558653484690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, I am excitedly anticipating the arrival of my first smart phone ever, a 21st birthday present from my father. Yes, finally! After a string of alienated relationships with multiple cell-phones for the past 4 years I am finally committing myself to possibly serious “relationship” with my new smart phone. Gosh, I have already been unknowingly shopping for the prettiest phone cover I can get my hands on. Cross fingers all goes well! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1470731404378063990?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1470731404378063990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1470731404378063990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-been-4-days-since-i-have-returned.html' title='My life, my world, my everything'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-JyqfHG_6sIo/TvGbTNXczpI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/DiFXLt8xL64/s72-c/to%2Bthe%2Bworld.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-761327995104281835</id><published>2011-11-13T11:01:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:24:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crocodile, the shark and the jellyfish</title><content type='html'>My week started off on a pretty nasty note; well basically I "lost" 3 friends this week. Or rather, I finally witness the ugly nature they had carefully concealed for the past @#$%&amp;amp; number of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought or rather through previous experience, knew, that having a friend walk out of your life was one of the most painful experience in my life. The strong sense of hurt, indignant and regret was often more then unbearable. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;However, this time around, much to my own surprise, I felt nothing more then relieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved that I finally had it with their bullshits, relieved that you guys officially no longer mattered, relieved that we no longer have to put up with the 101 nonsense you guys thoughtlessly dish out to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to deny that we or rather, I... used to be afraid of experiencing that same sense of lost I once experienced years back. But looking at things now, everything has changed. Or rather I have simply came to realizations that I could get along fine, with or without you guys in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can’t help but laugh.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;(You know those kind of laughter that comes with a small tinge of amusement, a dash of sarcasm and a sigh of relieve; thattttt kind of laughter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just recollecting that awful scene you guys displayed a few days back makes me sick to the stomach. How can you guys be so frightfully mean?! I honestly can't help but be incredibly thankful that we had walked out of all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am typing out my thoughts, not to vent any frustrations, but to instead postmark this lesson I finally learn after so damn long. I don't hate them, I just lost all respect for this people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And by the way, the more I think about it, the more I am in awed at how that simple wish I made 2 years back would play such a significant role in present time; and for that I’m thankful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 36px; font-family:sans-serif, arial, 'Arial Unicode MS', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, or rather month, I lost 3 hypocritical friends in exchange for 2 amazing friend, friends whom saw us through all this bullshit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Works extremely well for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-761327995104281835?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/761327995104281835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/761327995104281835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-week-started-off-on-pretty-nasty.html' title='The crocodile, the shark and the jellyfish'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5825716850860552649</id><published>2011-09-19T08:09:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:19:46.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance is not bliss - it's Oblivion</title><content type='html'>Please do read the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://yawningbread.wordpress.com/2011/09/13/monday-morning-at-a-police-station-reporting-another-scam/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of awareness in our society is simply depressing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The community derisively makes up socials stereotypes, going around with ostentatious displays of importance by perpetuating the discriminations imposed on the lower working classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unknown to most of us, by supporting such notions, we are in actuality condoning unscrupulous employers to take advantage of this foreign worker's illiteracy and the social  stereotypes imposed upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s far worst is that there is no one this migrants can turn to even when they have been blatantly scammed, rendering them helpless and disposable, ironically not in the eyes of the law but in the eyes of upholders of the law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At such, with such injustice happening around us, are we able to proudly proclaim ourselves to be citizens of a first world country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-5825716850860552649?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5825716850860552649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5825716850860552649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/09/ignorance-is-not-bliss-it-is-oblivion.html' title='Ignorance is not bliss - it&apos;s Oblivion'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6297514449211915584</id><published>2011-09-18T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:31:28.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason behind the mini-heart attacks and senseless smiling (*:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNdiutjhSfs/Tna75iHtnmI/AAAAAAAAC3A/R-O5IDebw9U/s1600/P1070287.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOHqYm6JtU4/Tna743Yii8I/AAAAAAAAC2w/FiflgTvD4cs/s400/_1070242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653912967824182210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSOLE5uVVzE/Tna74j7ajSI/AAAAAAAAC2o/UPSgEx1jFuA/s1600/P1070196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSOLE5uVVzE/Tna74j7ajSI/AAAAAAAAC2o/UPSgEx1jFuA/s400/P1070196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653912962601749794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3Mw8XzY0Ew/Tna74LOSTDI/AAAAAAAAC2g/gwagml0SKV0/s1600/P1070123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3Mw8XzY0Ew/Tna74LOSTDI/AAAAAAAAC2g/gwagml0SKV0/s400/P1070123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653912955970014258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sale, anybody? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6297514449211915584?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6297514449211915584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6297514449211915584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-of-mini-heart-attacks-and.html' title='The reason behind the mini-heart attacks and senseless smiling (*:'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-lNdiutjhSfs/Tna75iHtnmI/AAAAAAAAC3A/R-O5IDebw9U/s72-c/P1070287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7140576370727935325</id><published>2011-09-16T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T12:26:41.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it would hurt me so much I could, or would rather... die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnOqTLgrePQ/TnQgypxkEoI/AAAAAAAAC1w/AGd1ggeUHqM/s1600/tumblr_lreurmXUWa1qaobbko1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnOqTLgrePQ/TnQgypxkEoI/AAAAAAAAC1w/AGd1ggeUHqM/s400/tumblr_lreurmXUWa1qaobbko1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653179486836101762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7140576370727935325?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7140576370727935325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7140576370727935325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/09/because-it-would-hurt-me-so-much-i.html' title='Because it would hurt me so much I could, or would rather... &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-dnOqTLgrePQ/TnQgypxkEoI/AAAAAAAAC1w/AGd1ggeUHqM/s72-c/tumblr_lreurmXUWa1qaobbko1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6281737109371715229</id><published>2011-07-29T02:21:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:57:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Staying Away from Little Miss Phoney</title><content type='html'>I have a good mind to potentially hurl a thousand and one demeaning insults in your fucking offensive looking face but I refuse to bring myself down to your whore-some level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying, in my opinion is almost unavoidable. Quoting from a book I once read somewhere, "Without lies humanity would perish of despair and boredom.". Whether intentionally or not, people lie all the time. They lie out of fear, out of pride, out of mischief, out of perhaps love maybe? In fact, anyone that claims that he/she has never breathed a single lie in their entire existence has just told one; so who &lt;span&gt;am I to judge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But lying with menace, lying with the intention to defame another, that's perhaps when you have taken lying a little too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, you do not shamelessly lie into the faces of people who thought of you as perhaps a friend. You especially do not take advantage of people's trust in you in order to meet your frivolous goals and you certainly should NEVER attempt to turn your friends against one another! For what?! The fun of it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if your bad hygiene and...and that face of yours isn't horrifying enough, boy must I say, the mere thought of your deviously hideous personality sends shivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on no one but your derogatory self should your words weights nothing but perhaps an hollow echo in future. Oh gees, correction. Blame it onto yourself should you find yourself without anyone else but people like yourself. People who like yourself come with hidden agendas, people who finds joy in taking advantage of one another in order to achieve their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with that, you will need it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6281737109371715229?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6281737109371715229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6281737109371715229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-miss-phoney.html' title='I&apos;m Staying Away from Little Miss Phoney'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3018021558159904377</id><published>2011-07-26T03:12:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T03:43:53.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xpopppy a.k.a mellifluous</title><content type='html'>Reasons why I take a $10 cab to Novena Square are an 1-3hours lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baskin Robbins's COTTON CANDY O.O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gong Cha's Earl Grey Milk Tea With 3J without Pearl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DESIREE POPPY MELLIFLUOUS (w her thick stack of $2 notes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPqKkH09-VU/TjRbWiSv8iI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/7L-_hYM9gTk/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aPqKkH09-VU/TjRbWiSv8iI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/7L-_hYM9gTk/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635229476468027938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxevwMNxBNY/TjRbWrrlQVI/AAAAAAAAC1g/UKXhkoQ6dxk/s1600/photo%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IxevwMNxBNY/TjRbWrrlQVI/AAAAAAAAC1g/UKXhkoQ6dxk/s320/photo%25284%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635229478988104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep for the entire night because I was so afraid I would oversleep another lunch appointment! But it was so worth it because I manage to satiate my Korean soup craving and and ANDDDD I finally managed to have my Baskin Robbins Cotton Candy in SINGAPORE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gotta salute Desiree for putting up with a walking talking zombie who has problem remembering whatever happened during lunch. Oh wellies, Mustafa soon! (no v-cameras allowed this time around!) &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PS. RANDOM WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR ME TO FIND A DECENT BAG! ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3018021558159904377?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3018021558159904377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3018021558159904377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/07/xpopppy-aka-mellifluous.html' title='xpopppy a.k.a mellifluous'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-aPqKkH09-VU/TjRbWiSv8iI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/7L-_hYM9gTk/s72-c/photo%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1862921581797723867</id><published>2011-07-15T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:06:59.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am extremely busy but...with?</title><content type='html'>The guys are going semi-deranged with their endless list of to-dos, whereas the Szeyun and myself are trying our very best to provide a little morale boost at the back end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats kind of disappointing is that my body's immune system is failing me at a crucial time like this. I really do want to be of as much help as possible but everything I do seem pretty insignificant at this point of time; at least when compared to the physical effort the guys have put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson's constantly stressing over funds, logistics, manpower and event plannings I wouldn't be surprised if I wake up to a white haired old man the next morning. Oh welly well, I just hope that everything goes on smoothly and that we can and will make the best of this occasion to each prove HST's worth. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a side note, I am feeling quite guilty over neglecting my family over this period of time. There is simply just too much to do and too little time! Sorry daddy mummy mil and jon! I obviously still love you guys so very much; do remember to leave me some room in your heart okay?! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1862921581797723867?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1862921581797723867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1862921581797723867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-extremely-busy-but-with-what.html' title='I am extremely busy but...with?'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-212412732769591044</id><published>2011-07-14T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:08:08.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearing noises through the grapevines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Show me someone who never gossips, and I'll show you someone who isn't interested in people. &lt;br /&gt;-Barbara Walters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you don't see with your eyes, don't witness with your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARSAY, never 100% reliable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-212412732769591044?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/212412732769591044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/212412732769591044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-i-heard-it-through-grapevine.html' title='Hearing noises through the grapevines'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7699226242159338812</id><published>2011-07-10T06:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:41:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes that makes me wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep.  That's deep enough.  What do you want - an adorable pancreas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Jean Kerr, The Snake Has All the Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't meant to undermine the importance of inner beauty but I personally find external "skin-deep" beauty equally significant. Afterall doesnt one's personal grooming reflects not only their unique individuality but also provides others a sneakpeek into their  inner qualities; both beautiful and/or ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just random thoughts that roams unnecessarily inside my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7699226242159338812?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7699226242159338812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7699226242159338812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/07/quotes-that-makes-me-wonder.html' title='Quotes that makes me wonder...'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1864374446442540384</id><published>2011-07-09T05:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:05:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the many things Johnson does to makes me smile (:</title><content type='html'>Like buying me an entire carton of mineral water when all I ask for was a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today, watching Johnson unload this huge and iamassuming heavy carton of drinking water into the house reminded me of how he used to not-so-secretly place this cartons of drinking waters outside my house many years back. sorry but i am extremely lazy so i rely heavily on bottled drinking water. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sorry environmentalists, i promise to recycle...more dilligently! |:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I don't know why but it was really heartwarming to see him do stuffs like this for me. (*",*)&lt;br /&gt;Questions like, "what on earth have I done to deserve someone like Johnson?!!!" baffles me till this very day; and trust me I'm not the only asking those questions. You should talk to my parents, they act as though their daughter's extremely...errrr...demanding?!!! Like Johnson's some saint. Yeah, for dating the daughter THEY produced. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on an odd note, I find it amusingly incomprehensible how he found the strength to transport this cartons of water to my place via walking/bicycle whereas this days, asking him to accompany me to a nearby shopping mall/coffee-shop without driving is like wanting his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now that our friends brought it up, Happy 73 months Anniversary Johnson! Thanks for loving me the way you do, your girlfriend loves you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1864374446442540384?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1864374446442540384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1864374446442540384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/07/many-things-johnson-does-to-makes-me.html' title='the many things Johnson does to makes me smile (:'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7802445303245550299</id><published>2011-06-17T19:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:04:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizarding World of Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxP8syHy0Nc/TfyeClIooCI/AAAAAAAAC0o/hR60NMiqOx0/s1600/tumblr_lmutngSZsl1qcs1oco1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxP8syHy0Nc/TfyeClIooCI/AAAAAAAAC0o/hR60NMiqOx0/s320/tumblr_lmutngSZsl1qcs1oco1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619540202216792098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had."&lt;br /&gt;-JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of my youth were spent wishing that the world of Harry Potter wasn't just make-believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7802445303245550299?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7802445303245550299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7802445303245550299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/06/wizarding-world-of-harry-potter.html' title='The Wizarding World of Harry Potter'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-jxP8syHy0Nc/TfyeClIooCI/AAAAAAAAC0o/hR60NMiqOx0/s72-c/tumblr_lmutngSZsl1qcs1oco1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-8269512092027726358</id><published>2011-02-21T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:48:05.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POS equivalents to Piece of Shit</title><content type='html'>I am not being shameless over here but sometimes, I honestly think that I'm becoming into a softie...to a point I feel that I'm turning into a fucking pushover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this unfortunate trait is unfortunately often taken advantage by the people closest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan’t blog on, but notheless arrggghhh, FUCK YOU ALL DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being over-forgiving is another negative trait I should learn to get rid off asap! Where did all the anger disappear too?!!! Rah!!! I wanna hurt you back too but I can't get those mean nasty hurtful swears and curses off my damn tongue...FUCK ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-8269512092027726358?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8269512092027726358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8269512092027726358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/02/pos-equivalents-to-piece-of-shit.html' title='POS equivalents to Piece of Shit'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7763486145502848596</id><published>2011-01-09T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:22:11.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah seriously,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TSlwEDXIlnI/AAAAAAAACw0/L2jBA41LQRw/s1600/tumblr_kzh931QSz61qaobbko1_r1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TSlwEDXIlnI/AAAAAAAACw0/L2jBA41LQRw/s400/tumblr_kzh931QSz61qaobbko1_r1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098429889713778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7763486145502848596?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7763486145502848596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7763486145502848596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/01/yeah-seriously.html' title='Yeah seriously,'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/TSlwEDXIlnI/AAAAAAAACw0/L2jBA41LQRw/s72-c/tumblr_kzh931QSz61qaobbko1_r1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-4939482245245520138</id><published>2011-01-09T03:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T03:29:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its funny what love can do to you.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, like making you smile upon hearing his voice despite being hopping mad for not picking up your phone calls for the pass 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not being able to yell at him to your hearts content because he looks so stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and not being able to go on a silent war with him for more then 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stab me&lt;br /&gt;I want my bad tempered, nasty temper, unreasonable self back. Rah!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And on a random note: I am chopping off my hair! (: Yay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-4939482245245520138?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4939482245245520138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4939482245245520138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-funny-what-love-can-do-to-you.html' title='Its funny what love can do to you.'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6897217740185409724</id><published>2011-01-08T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:45:00.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...just sometimes, you make me wanna throw you away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;except that by doing so, it would cause me so much pain; I could... or rather I would... probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its harder then people perceive it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has contentment gone to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6897217740185409724?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6897217740185409724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6897217740185409724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimesjust-sometimes-you-make-me.html' title='Sometimes...just sometimes, you make me wanna throw you away'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5764395132822007092</id><published>2011-01-07T02:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:46:16.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud owner of TWO pairs of Melissa J.Maskrey says:</title><content type='html'>I should really stop shamelessly raving about my two new Melissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melissa+J.Maskrey *heartloveairkisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the many wonderful deals I chanced upon today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hehehe-muahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray hurray! Dinner dates galore coming up next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hopefully I'll have enough pictures-by-then in order to revive this dying-dead blog. But considering how lazy I can be; I honestly doubt so! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo goodnight, sweet dreams of bea-u-tiful shoes tonightie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-5764395132822007092?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5764395132822007092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5764395132822007092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/01/pround-owner-of-two-pairs-of-melissa.html' title='Proud owner of TWO pairs of Melissa J.Maskrey says:'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-166306565253367074</id><published>2011-01-01T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T02:32:08.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell twenty-ten! )': &amp; hello twenty-eeeee-leven!</title><content type='html'>2010 is over in a blink of an eye and I am clueless about what I am to do with 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, besides losing weight /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-166306565253367074?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/166306565253367074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/166306565253367074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-is-over-in-blink-of-eye-and-i-am.html' title='farewell twenty-ten! )&apos;: &amp; hello twenty-eeeee-leven!'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2172212933449743624</id><published>2010-08-20T00:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:45:30.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOKED</title><content type='html'>You know I would do anything to see that smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, I no longer know if I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-2172212933449743624?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2172212933449743624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2172212933449743624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/08/hooked.html' title='HOOKED'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7944631847026869006</id><published>2010-08-06T08:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:13:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you live in a concrete jungle ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;I AM SERIOUSLY IN NEED OF A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFtf5mVI4sI/AAAAAAAACwQ/_klCk0Td_jM/s400/beach-holiday2-08.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 295px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502096812909585090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7944631847026869006?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7944631847026869006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7944631847026869006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='What happens when you live in a concrete jungle ):'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFtf5mVI4sI/AAAAAAAACwQ/_klCk0Td_jM/s72-c/beach-holiday2-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7094558079362474980</id><published>2010-08-04T04:04:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:39:58.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently listening *ahem* addicted to - Don't Stop Believing (Glee)</title><content type='html'>For someone with a supposedly “good” memory, I'm horrible at remembering songs titles. I tend to remember only the melody, making it almost impossible to search for any "reappearing" long forgotten songs – On good days, I can could perhaps just google a sentence or few random words I remember from the song lyrics, and voila! But on not-so-good days, you will find me humming that same tune incessantly, trying to figure out perhaps a sentence or two; usually without much success. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why I use to keep a list of my favorite songs in imeem. So each time my memory fails me, I can easily go back and check out my play-list; but to my horror! imeem closed down last november without &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(I think?) &lt;/span&gt;any warning. Double bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so lately I’ve been unconsciously been trying to dig some those songs out from some grubby deserted corner of my brain and finally... after weeks and or months, yes months. I’ve managed to recall a few of those songs I used to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that effort and “hard”-work, I figured it would be a waste should I not at least post some of them up here. Also should I once again fail to remember any of this songs in future, I could probably just go through my archives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFh3UeeczCI/AAAAAAAACwI/ABYmLkQeJCg/s1600/remixep.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFh3UeeczCI/AAAAAAAACwI/ABYmLkQeJCg/s320/remixep.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501278138494929954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Hilary Duff – Playing With Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;This is crazily disturbing! When I found the Music Video I couldn't help but cracked up. Well you can’t blame me for listening to a song with a stupid Music Video. I was after all young, and so, I should be excused from any criticism. I don't listen to bad music okay! I think? But still...Hilary Duff is just...*snorts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Kasey Chambers – Am I Not Pretty Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I got bored after listening to it for like the millionth time? It still rings in my head, occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFh3ThLkR8I/AAAAAAAACv4/0SqLz3-ydLc/s1600/dreams-that-glitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFh3ThLkR8I/AAAAAAAACv4/0SqLz3-ydLc/s320/dreams-that-glitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501278122041165762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Girls Aloud – Whole Lotta History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I’ve announced this on Facebook but still… And besides I still kind of like it. Like duh? It is after all Girls Aloud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFh3UNwK61I/AAAAAAAACwA/v2faASsFtfw/s1600/l_befc4aa1c610f0438dfa8f5e75b95011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFh3UNwK61I/AAAAAAAACwA/v2faASsFtfw/s320/l_befc4aa1c610f0438dfa8f5e75b95011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501278134005853010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Bonnie McKee – Somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Probably)&lt;/span&gt; has got to be my favorite song of all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I remember hearing it for the first time on Doreen’s blog when I was like, 14?, and have been in my head since then.  It’s the kind of song I would listen to repeatedly for hours and still get the warm fuzzy feeling I got when I heard it the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I kind of not understand how I can never seem to be able to remember to name of the singer and the song, OR even the lyrics of this song! Whats wrong with my head?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong thou okay? This songs are only SOME of the songs I’ve FORGOTTEN and have just came to mind on some random auspicious day. Like every other normal kid, I dig Pop music; like Busted, The Click Five, Avril Lavigne &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(Like who doesn’t)&lt;/span&gt;, Shakira etc etc. Not to mention I am into Oldies, Jazz, Country, Musicals, Mando-pop and the likes, so yeah. I think my taste in music is pretty much diversified? Baffles me sometimes. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Let me end this on a random note: &lt;span&gt;Gosh, should I go for eyelashes extension?! Jill made it sound so easy! I am now incredibly tempted to do something to my unfortunately sparse lashes! :\ Advice anyone? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7094558079362474980?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7094558079362474980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7094558079362474980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-someone-with-supposing-good-memory.html' title='Currently listening *ahem* addicted to - Don&apos;t Stop Believing (Glee)'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFh3UeeczCI/AAAAAAAACwI/ABYmLkQeJCg/s72-c/remixep.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-4367478514664114713</id><published>2010-07-29T05:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:06:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna snap out of this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFH4xssC71I/AAAAAAAACvw/fW6EZJRrJ3U/s1600/xcxc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFH4xssC71I/AAAAAAAACvw/fW6EZJRrJ3U/s400/xcxc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499450152689266514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I will be having KOREAN FOOD! with Mella and Elix in exactly 12 hours! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;HOHOHO! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;YAY ME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I will/must make sure that I remember bring my ): camera along with me; hopefully come back with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;*cross-fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; half-decent pictures and be nice *cough* &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;unlazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; enough to post them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I realize that I've lost all motivation to do anything with my picture ever since my hard-disk crash. urrgh :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-4367478514664114713?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4367478514664114713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4367478514664114713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna snap out of this!'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/TFH4xssC71I/AAAAAAAACvw/fW6EZJRrJ3U/s72-c/xcxc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6169496397212169272</id><published>2010-07-20T04:44:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:35:29.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Colorful Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;1. I had good Thai Food with a clean natural-believing Cleopatra this evening. I am so going back again. Spicy is love! Just thinking about it makes me hungryyyyyyy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;2. I realize how much I really dislike making small talk for the sake of making them. Like can’t we just say “hi” and then pretend we don’t know each other already?! It’s not like you really know me enough to care about the conversation right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;3. I thought I met the last person I ever want to see in my entire life. Freaked me out real bad. I never ever want to see you ever again in my entire life. Please do not ever appear in front of me. Sorry but I’m too ashamed to ever look at you again. I have my wimp-ish moments alright?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;4. Okay fine! McDonald’s Spicy Nuggets are really yummy! Haven’t tried the shaker fries though, never quite like the idea of powder on my fries. And my mum is complaining about the avalanche of McDonald's glasses. I seriously wish that McDonald's would come up with something else to come with my up-size already! TOO MANY GLASSES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;5. Not seeing Mella for more then 3 days is just weird, not talking to Chongyauleong for more then 24 hours is slightly uncomfortable and not being able to fork out at least an hour to read is just... wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;6. I cannot live without Johnson Tan. Just the thought of him NOT in my life gives me the creeps. I guess that’s what people mean by being with the one you can’t live without rather then the one you can live with. I told Johnson about this and he replied, "Is this a good thing?" Talk about communication barriers. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;7. I just change my bedspreads. They are now yellow with little birds and butterflies printed all over them. Makes me happy just looking at them, matches my giant Rilakumma too. Happy happy yellow bedspreads! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;8. I seriously need want must K this week, so I’m in a good mind to force drag blackmail someone into accompanying me this week. Rah! I think I have someone in mind and a-huh! you-know-who-you-are! *insert evil laughter* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My black esprit bag is missing! I remember placing it somewhere near my bed and now its like missing! Doubt my sister would take it though. Maybe I should try looking downstairs or under my bed. Except thanks to Skye's horribly convincingly true stories; I currently don’t dare to look under my bed unless someone is around, oh and there must be light. wtfh right?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have decided not to give anymore thought to a certain issue that doesn’t really make any sense. And I don’t know why, but my brain and heart feels silly these days. I think I need to do something about them. Yeah, so no time for me to deal with someone else’s self created issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6169496397212169272?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6169496397212169272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6169496397212169272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/07/10-random-facts.html' title='10 Colorful Random Facts'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7831666826068400456</id><published>2010-07-19T04:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:56:44.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful to be living breathing and experiencing</title><content type='html'>Like within days, everything that has been bothering me has suddenly been resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly&lt;/b&gt;, my appeal was successful! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you so much Kent, for accompanying me around and listening to my endless whining.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you Mella for coming down and patiently waited for me despite being tired and having the remains of last night alcohol in your bloodstreams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I heart you babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Secondly&lt;/b&gt;, I finally left my stinking office for good. Yes, I hate my office that much. &lt;b&gt;Thirdly&lt;/b&gt;, thanks to Johnson Tan my driving issues have been resolved! Thank you so much for coming down with me to the Driving Center baby! &lt;b&gt;And lastly&lt;/b&gt;, I got slightly more then a few new job offers. Most of them aren't office bound but the pay is fairly decent, and the hours flexible enough to fit in with my current lifestyle. There is this specific job offer that really caught my interest; besides I think that job would be very beneficial to my health, generally, mmms. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess for now, I’m just feeling extremely grateful that I survived everything. Feels so good to be burden-load-free! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact until now, I'm still amazed at how I survived last Wednesday-Thursday-Friday without barely any sleep. After settling part of the craziness happening in my life - I still managed to window shop, have a sleep-in-a-bus “date” with Mella, catch a crazily cute movie with Felix, survived a “sleep-over” and guiltily won a game of monopoly! And I didn’t even touch that can of Red Bull. Oh, and I postpone my wisdom tooth extraction. TWO wisdom tooth to be extracted at once, I think I need more, errrm, preparation for the according-to-many excruciating pain. Cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much life. For everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7831666826068400456?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7831666826068400456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7831666826068400456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-thankful-to-be-living-breathing-and.html' title='I&apos;m thankful to be living breathing and experiencing'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6077233741261074944</id><published>2010-07-08T17:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:33:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As expected, S.P.A.I.N didn’t disappoint!</title><content type='html'>The match as effing slow though, made me regret not catching Holland-Uruguay’s match instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Germans played like crap last night – walking zombies. I barely saw the Germans attack last night! And despite the fact that Spain won, I cannot get over the fact that they only managed to score a goal! Like seriously, what’s up with their aiming? They had so many chances to score, some of them even without any interferences of the goalkeeper but yet?! Throughout the second half of the game, I was like secretly hoping they would scored at least two goals - considering how screwed up the Germans were last night. But nooooo! Rah! Nonetheless Spain’s goalkeeper really did an impressive job last night. Iker Casillas right? You now have my full respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match last night was incredibly fun. We had like $40 worth of chips, tim-tam biscuits *love*, tubs of untouched sorbet and 4 cartons of fruit juice. Yeah, we tried to go healthy by replacing beer with fruit juice. Doubt the difference though. haha &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Mella and I went berserk during grocery shopping! Mella having sorted out her thoughts and emotions is definitely something worth celebrating okay! And I probably just needed to vent my frustrations somewhere, i guess? mmmm) &lt;/span&gt;Plus we had one too many punch lines during the game- credits to Skye and Dean. Enjoyed loved heart the company last night! (:  OH and the fact that Spain won was like the cherry on top, perrrrfecto! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am definitely looking forward to catching the final this weekend! Something to distract me from all the crazy going on in my life. Bah! At least I had something settled today, mmmm. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you Mella and Yau for being so supportive, sending me all those motivating text messages - before I wimped out, and lending me your ears. Kent too! (: I love you guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since when was life ever easy. Think I seriously need to learn how to cope with stress and prevention of unnecessary anxiety attacks. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellie well, back to my book. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6077233741261074944?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6077233741261074944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6077233741261074944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-expected-s.html' title='As expected, S.P.A.I.N didn’t disappoint!'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7154981495989441326</id><published>2010-07-07T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:26:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't die, right?!</title><content type='html'>This would probably be classified as one of my most irresponsible reckless moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to embrace it all. The butterflies flying crazily in my stomach, the nervousness, and all the craziness; and perhaps one day, if I survive this, I'll be able to laugh over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rah! Nonetheless, chongyauleong and mella thanks for the mmmms, motivating text messages! Please remember to send them again tomorrow, least I wimp out again! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys! And I just realized something - I've been seeing your faces almost e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y?! yeahhhh, w-o-w uh?! Oh and I'm like freaking tempted to rush down to Frolick before the game. Like go grab an 11oz frozen yogurt and a packet of oreooooo! Either that or flyingggg to Cold Storage to buy a tub of Sorbet! I need sometime cold, nice and sweeeeet to calm me down now! Yeah, before I go nuts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOOOOOOO S.P.A.I.N!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh, and I'm srsly contemplating dying my hair red. But I'm kind of worried I'll end up looking like I'm trying to look like Victoria! haha, okay that was random. Yeah, but I'm looking at either mahogany, red or really light/ash/blond brown. Oh maybe I should just focus on battling against frizzy split ends? Mmmmms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7154981495989441326?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7154981495989441326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7154981495989441326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wont-die-right_07.html' title='I won&apos;t die, right?!'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-4686971408171779653</id><published>2010-06-26T01:10:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T01:50:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angrybirds gleefully kills green pigs under the twilight</title><content type='html'>I just spent one whole night planning the “i-am-gonna-make-a-killing” trip, killing pigs with angrybirds and spamming Twilight and Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’ve just watched Twilight for the first time and yeah, I can see why girls all over the world are proclaiming their love for Edward Cullen/ Robert Patterson. Like he is protective, romantic, caring and he want to kill Bella but love her too much to do so. But honestly, what if Edward was ugly. Yeah, like some ugly scrawny vampire with oily hair? Imagine if he stares at you all day, follows you around and wtfh! sneaks into your bedroom to watch you sleep?! You will probably be totally freaked out, proclaim him a creepy stalker without a life and plus should you find out that he's a vampire, I'm betting you probably be running away from him no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the movie somehow has made me want to finish reading the book series of Twilight. Should I not find someone to borrow from tomorrow, I’ll probably be buying the book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glee wise, I've just finished 3 episodes of it. And being a huge fan of Broadway musicals and the likes, I pretty much enjoyed Glee. One thing however. I found Glee a little too alike High School Musical? Popular boy who is in some kind of sports decides to sing. Popular boy faces peer pressure and backs out but later decides singing is something he enjoys and decide to stay. Meanwhile Popular boy meets not-so-popular-girl and starts falling for her despite having popular girlfriend. yada yada yada. Oh, and everyone in school has the ability to sing impressively well. Its similar to High School Musical except that Glee has probably way more practicality and adult content in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I think I'll be spending more time spamming Glee, New Moon and oh yes! Eclipse! at Chongyauleong's house. Feel quite bad about having to constantly put him out thou. Sorry Bob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now I think I'll probably be suffering from post-twilight effect for the next two weeks. So people around me, please bear with me should constantly get lost in my own thoughts while hanging out and all. Arrggh, kind of hate how I easily get drawn into dramas, movie and heck, even music videos! Yes, maybe I should shoot myself. Goodnight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-4686971408171779653?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4686971408171779653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4686971408171779653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/06/angrybirds-gleefully-kills-under.html' title='Angrybirds gleefully kills green pigs under the twilight'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6282316651989080322</id><published>2010-06-23T14:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:56:38.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because its Mella's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I got a hundred and one things to write about you but I srsly don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start by talking about how sweet you are, or should I start by telling everyone how great a friend you have been. Like is it even possible for me to describe everything we shared into mere sentences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was the countless sleepovers at Yau's house, you waking us up with your beach dance in the balcony, us spotting yau across the road just when we were prepared to abandon him or why all I ever wanna do after a lousy day is to just sit in front of the  television whining to you and chongyauleong; no one, even with an insanely detailed account of everything would possibly be able to comprehend the warm fuzzy feeling we all felt. Furthermore words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you just turned 20 today but yet it feels like I've known  you for a hundred years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to our Prettyleggybeachbabe Mella Mella Mella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6282316651989080322?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6282316651989080322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6282316651989080322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-its-mellas-birthday.html' title='Because its Mella&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3862570287976762388</id><published>2010-05-23T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:01:25.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people constantly complain about how stinky their lives are, I think they are just too lazy to brighten things up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3862570287976762388?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3862570287976762388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3862570287976762388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-people-constantly-complain-about.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-576783197527647893</id><published>2010-05-22T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:52:21.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its going to be a funtastic week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Decide on either a standing or stacked barbecue pit&lt;br /&gt;2. Arrange for tables to be set up w my favorite checkered table cloths&lt;br /&gt;3. Place a vase filled with beautiful flowers in the centre&lt;br /&gt;4. Shop for Mexican snacks! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;5. Plan for a balloon-ful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;6. Go check out travel agencies's tour packages&lt;br /&gt;7. Pack enough clothes for me to live on for 3 days 2 nights&lt;div&gt;8. Start my Vegetarian-Wednesdays plan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! After hearing about and watching animal slaughter documentaries, I've decided to cut down my meat intake! I know how its almost impossible for me to stop eating meat and seafood, so if I can't stop it, I should at least make an effort to minimize it. I intend to start with Wednesdays before slowly increasing it to perhaps 5 vegetarian days a week? I don't know, but lets just take it slowly and see how it goes! Wish me luck! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-576783197527647893?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/576783197527647893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/576783197527647893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-going-to-be-funtastic-week-1.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3657337787927668695</id><published>2010-05-15T03:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:53:43.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt it; the same mixture of humiliation, anger and anxiety. Emotions I learned of only after surviving betrayal. Betrayal so bad it actually took me years to get over. I told myself then, I will never ever allow myself to be in that situation ever again, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Johnson Tan, thanks for constantly having to look out for your act-smart-but-freaking-gullible girlfriend. This is one of the many reasons why I cannot imagine it being anyone else but you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  No one can ever imagine how thankful I am; to be able to have amazing people like Yau and Mella in my life! These are the people that have over the years provided me a 2nd “home” I can retreat to. I seriously heart you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yau please remember!!! to help me buy my banana cake from Japan! Remember to have lots of fun there and come back with more post-card photos ok! And please come home safe and sound for our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;3D2N sleepover &lt;/span&gt;cum&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; indoor barbecue&lt;/span&gt; cum &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;movie/game night&lt;/span&gt; cum &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;fake DSLR day out&lt;/span&gt; cum&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; theme park outing. &lt;/span&gt; Wait, ex-Mohawks don't read blogs so writing to Yau would be rather pointless. But NONETHELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT FOR THE 28TH OF MAY!!!! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3657337787927668695?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3657337787927668695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3657337787927668695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-felt-it-same-mixture-of-humiliation.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3832012967763895946</id><published>2010-05-04T04:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:36:34.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Just because Johnson and I have been dating for 5 years doesn’t mean we have to get married like now?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of sick but yet secretly amused by the amount of people starting to ask me the same “Both of you have been dating for so long, so when are the 2 of you intending to get married” question; like seriously if you sponsor me a grand wedding banquet and a 5 room flat then I’ll freaking get married immediately. Heck! I’ll even let you be the guest-of-honor cum wedding witness and thank you for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! By then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson will have no right, he'll have no say cause I'll force him to marry me one day!  &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S-CGPKMFFoI/AAAAAAAACu8/fURt6JuuVWU/s1600/funny+wedding+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S-CGPKMFFoI/AAAAAAAACu8/fURt6JuuVWU/s400/funny+wedding+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467517542618961538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME SHIAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3832012967763895946?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3832012967763895946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3832012967763895946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-because-johnson-and-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/S-CGPKMFFoI/AAAAAAAACu8/fURt6JuuVWU/s72-c/funny+wedding+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-4291297473526427922</id><published>2010-05-03T05:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:16:34.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I chatted with mummy again tonight. Sometime I think my mum is like unknowingly the closest person to me. Like she’s like my best friend. My dad always says, “Don’t get involve when Debbie quarrels with Mummy, one moment they are yelling and the next talking like best friends, so don’t get involved.” Mummy’s probably one of the few people I can complain to, pick on, share with and cry to; and best of all I know she loves me as much as I love her. Anyway, we had a discussion tonight and it was somehow decided that I’ll be taking a 5 months thinking-period to decide on whether or not I’m ready to take the plunge and leave Singapore fake beaches for the next few years. I really appreciate how my parent can be so supportive. I don’t think my mom will ever chance upon my blog, but if she did, I would really want to thank her for having so much trust in me. I love love love you mummy! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I was "cycling" at Pasir Ris Park, I suddenly miss the "silly" picnics we had. Haha! Mella and Yau! We sooooo should meet up soon again! At that scandalous playground and chat till our hearts content. And then we’ll be having our crazy 3days2nights sleepover and indoor barbecue! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy, I seriously can’t wait! :DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-4291297473526427922?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4291297473526427922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4291297473526427922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-chatted-with-mummy-again-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5198853221325124320</id><published>2010-05-02T04:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T05:33:03.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93lktc7HDI/AAAAAAAACu0/gPKbs7aYIcI/s1600/SDC15355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93lktc7HDI/AAAAAAAACu0/gPKbs7aYIcI/s400/SDC15355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466777941536611378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93j-aI5lXI/AAAAAAAACuk/GaLLS3GDBH4/s400/SDC15332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466776184005694834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93j9dXOwdI/AAAAAAAACuU/POW_YkzkYC4/s1600/SDC15315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93j9dXOwdI/AAAAAAAACuU/POW_YkzkYC4/s400/SDC15315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466776167691239890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93j9t-41II/AAAAAAAACuc/uODzE07ygFE/s1600/SDC15335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93j9t-41II/AAAAAAAACuc/uODzE07ygFE/s400/SDC15335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466776172152542338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love in it's simplest form, is Happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93j-9vI4kI/AAAAAAAACus/UXFwV4HWOro/s1600/SDC15308A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93j-9vI4kI/AAAAAAAACus/UXFwV4HWOro/s400/SDC15308A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466776193561322050" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love-hate you Johnson. Guess what, you're probably the only guy that can get away with that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for putting up with crazy PMS madness this past few days. Still, my PSM isn't an excuse to stop reflecting about your indifference, inattentiveness and insensitivity towards everything me. I know I can occasionally get pretty uptight but it's because I really need a little more time to adjust to our new lifestyles. Yeah sadly, gone are the days where our lives revolves around each other. But I just wanna let you know that in the midst of all this hectic grown up responsibilities; I am still crazily in love with you. And I know that this will be one of the few things between us that will never change. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight&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/8170708570506688868-5198853221325124320?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5198853221325124320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5198853221325124320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/05/until-you-make-peace-with-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/S93lktc7HDI/AAAAAAAACu0/gPKbs7aYIcI/s72-c/SDC15355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1411252776009336869</id><published>2010-04-13T15:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:37:07.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8Vz9Z9tBBI/AAAAAAAACt0/rFYcVVrItwY/s1600/Calvin-and-Hobbes-Comic-Strips-calvin-and-hobbes-2509606-600-191.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8Vz9Z9tBBI/AAAAAAAACt0/rFYcVVrItwY/s400/Calvin-and-Hobbes-Comic-Strips-calvin-and-hobbes-2509606-600-191.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459897622035498002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! I'm not the only one! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;MATH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATHEIST-ISM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* it still doesnt justify/make sense how anyone can flunk math at the age of 8; seriously what's so complicated about addition and subtraction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apparently having good inexpensive authentic Mexican food with good company can keep you happy for days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Got even happier because I had good north Indian Cuisine with Chow today! (: Bumming around sure is enjoyably addictive - except the part whereby your savings starts depleting like its having a bad case of diarrhea. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1411252776009336869?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1411252776009336869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1411252776009336869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/04/see-im-not-only-one-math-atheist.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8Vz9Z9tBBI/AAAAAAAACt0/rFYcVVrItwY/s72-c/Calvin-and-Hobbes-Comic-Strips-calvin-and-hobbes-2509606-600-191.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-4086085487786366141</id><published>2010-04-11T17:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:32:43.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our mothers went on a holiday/hometown visit tgt with granddad to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were away, we sure didn't miss their nagging, complaining or old grandmother stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8WQSQKyO7I/AAAAAAAACt8/Va2zfNVnBSs/s1600/ASDC14649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8WQSQKyO7I/AAAAAAAACt8/Va2zfNVnBSs/s400/ASDC14649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459928766508841906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are all gathered at the airport to welcome them back because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love them *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we miss them *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we really need them to come back to settle the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mountain of household chores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8WQSyVr41I/AAAAAAAACuE/lz26Z2Wtqzs/s1600/ASDC14671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8WQSyVr41I/AAAAAAAACuE/lz26Z2Wtqzs/s400/ASDC14671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459928775681368914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PLEASE COME BACK MUMMIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the house/family/dogs needs you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw I was "in-charged" of washing the clothes while my mum was away; now i understand why she's constantly screaming at us to "bring down our clothes"! Its damn sian to start the washing machine with barely a full load before realizing that there's another mountain of clothes upstairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother damn act cool luh - unlike other mothers who will bother to call home to check on their kids; my mother only calls my dad! She told me to stop disturbing her so late at night (on the 1st night), and didnt even bother to pick up my call for the rest of the trip! wth! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Time spent with cousins = omgsofuniloveyouguys! even got to eat Popeye's biscuit! &lt;3 hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-4086085487786366141?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4086085487786366141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4086085487786366141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-mothers-went-on-holiday-tgt-with.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/S8WQSQKyO7I/AAAAAAAACt8/Va2zfNVnBSs/s72-c/ASDC14649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7073995453471300393</id><published>2010-03-24T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:01:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I’m freaking aging. I somehow no longer enjoy clubbing like how I use to; or maybe it cause I’ve been frequenting Thai Discos too often. Feel like some old woman; serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past two weeks was spent bumming around; self-indulging. I spent lots of quality time with Yau and Mella, got introduced to a new friend Elix and some other people whose names and faces I forget the next morning, got to know Yau’s family better and went to Kuala Lumpur for Super Juniors Concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt that I was very close with Mella and Yau, but this two week just proved me wrong. Everything that happened these two weeks totally beat the previous “high score” we had for our friendship. It’s not easy you know considering all that we shared over the years but everything that happened just tested everything we had and taught me a few lessons. In short – I’m so sure these friends are here to stay for life. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with regards to the Kuala Lumpur trip: &lt;br /&gt;Super Junior is going to take up a whole new post so I shall not rave about it too much here. Well basically I saw most of the member close up – Don’t tell me how lucky I am! And I can totally feel the hidden love I have for Teukkie and Kangin all this time. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I’ll carry on being a very happy person until I start working sometime soon. ): Oh well, since when were beach paradises cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of loves, Debbie! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7073995453471300393?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7073995453471300393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7073995453471300393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-im-freaking-aging.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-8165456552457234026</id><published>2010-03-08T03:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:49:31.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S5QFpYXOmaI/AAAAAAAACtE/_Hq_2rxy-JI/s1600-h/SDC14486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S5QFpYXOmaI/AAAAAAAACtE/_Hq_2rxy-JI/s400/SDC14486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445984057870424482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alice in Wonderland pictures; so little there’s barely any. We were probably too busy talking, crapping, bridging and pokering. In short, having fun! I almost forgot to mention how cool Yau sister is; like she’s definitely the coolest older sister I’ve ever known, seen and heard of. Lucky Mohawk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supper Club with Mella &amp;amp; Yau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a single picture of us having a “good-good-night” at Supper club because I was dumb enough to bring a camera without the battery. Smart eh? It was pretty cool really, because I look hideous that night. My face was damn puffy and I didn’t get a chance to really do anything to my face before leaving for Supper. But besides the wrong dress, torn legging, naked face and bad hair day; I had fun! Like what Mella says, “Its okay, you just need to drink more alcohol!” HAHA, so true! I got to meet up with Mella’s very-nice friends from i-don’t-which-schooling-period and got to meet new people. Headed to Social House to meet Johnson and gang after. In short, it was funful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Stole this pictures from Mella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S5QFqdYlhII/AAAAAAAACtU/ZpQhg5EAMzU/s400/26271_1406444360810_1223442508_31193925_134656_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445984076398167170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S5QN5wMFP5I/AAAAAAAACtk/KZYUmUDRlNM/s400/26271_1406444400811_1223442508_31193926_5212670_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445993135237054354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I finally caught Avatar after forever! (Came home from Social at 4.30 plus, watched cartoons till 6.00am before having to wake up at 9.00am; stab me!) I had a nice family outing with family (duh!) after a long time. We caught a morning movie, explored shopping malls and had late lunch together. Time well-spent with family equals to a happy me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yamazaki's Cream Puffs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/S5QN6XKXvaI/AAAAAAAACts/AFSG8D6bDfQ/s400/SDC14489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445993145698860450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog entries are getting too dry, maybe I should start making an effort I writing down my thoughts rather then detailing everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&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/8170708570506688868-8165456552457234026?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8165456552457234026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8165456552457234026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/03/lice-in-wonderland-pictures-so-little.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/S5QFpYXOmaI/AAAAAAAACtE/_Hq_2rxy-JI/s72-c/SDC14486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3856180121548750902</id><published>2010-03-06T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:34:53.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am starting to PMS again. Hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Long Post – Basically a long dull dry boring update on what I’ve been up to during this past one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson birthday was pretty simple. I didn’t get to enjoy it though, I was constantly busy with something; to a point I never really got the chance to kick back and enjoy. A million thanks to the usual HST people though, you guys probably will never know how awesome it is to have friends like you guys. Johnson birthday also got me thinking, like how nice and sweet it would be if we could have our own pad like the apartment like that. It would be awesome wouldn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling freaking jittery these days. So meeting up with Mella and Yau was like catching some fresh air before getting thrown back into the stinking abysm of PMS. It was great to be able to hang out together like that again; “like old times”. We accompanied Alice into Wonderland; it was nice to watch, literally, with all the digital manipulated characters, fancy costumes and character quirks. Unfortunately, the non-existent plot was very dry. I was pretty disappointed. And as usual we hung out at Yau’s comfy house for the rest of the night. It was really fun to be with them again and it’s great to know that there will be plenty more meet-ups in future! – Wait, I just got off the phone with Mella and Yau and *drum rolls* we’re meeting tonight! COOL SHIAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mella, thanks for putting up with whiny me this few days. I really think you’ve like grown, matured and “flourished” into a beautiful lady! Heck, I’m listening to your advices! I know I’ve been putting you in a difficult spot lately but still, thanks so much for all your time, advice and your presence. I HEART you and Yau! I don’t bother writing speeches to Yau because apparently Mohawks don’t read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I caught an impromptu movie with Dennis and Sze Yun last night; because we got abandoned by the rest for Butter Factory! The movie was pretty interesting but I hate movies that end up “Rewinding” before telling the audience “It was just a dream.” Or “It was just a figment of your imagination.” Etc. It just gives me the impression that the incompetent producer/scriptwriter was probably just too lazy to come out with a good enough ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no more time to waste! Got to wash up and get ready for another awesome heck-of-a-fun night! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OMG, I think I own the whole world pictures! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson’s Birthday Pictures, Alice in Wonderland Pictures, plus tonight’s! Shiat max!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3856180121548750902?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3856180121548750902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3856180121548750902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-am-starting-to-pms-again.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6017964225334099335</id><published>2010-02-11T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:56:32.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It really sucks-big time to have exams scheduled in between Chinese New Year. Heck I have a paper the day before reunion dinner (which is freaking tomorrow!), on the third day of the Lunar New Year (I got visiting the days before and on that day itself okay!) and on some other day within the 15 days of Lunar New Year. How screwed up is this? I cannot imagine and don’t know how I’m going to shuttle between the festive and I-need-to-study mode. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier lighter note, Johnson is going to buy me my shoes tomorrow! Super duper hyped up over this! I thought he was joking but he just called to remind me to get it with him tomorrow! :D Johnson ah, you’re really the sweetest person on earth! So after my exams tomorrow I’ll be meeting Johnson to get my shoes before meeting my cousins for some last CNY shopping and ahem* vanity session. Really excited to meet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get some sleep tonight! If not I’ll suffering from “ADD” again tomorrow! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6017964225334099335?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6017964225334099335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6017964225334099335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-really-sucks-big-time-to-have-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1688137969574887443</id><published>2010-02-10T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:03:52.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEBBIE KPOP POST: Dont bother reading if you dont love or don't understand the beauty of K-pop! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for Big Bang can be obviously seen when I caught myself staring at Daesung-saranghae and Taeyang despite Leeteuk, Eunhyuk and Shindong’s doing their stuff on Strong Heart. I feel so freaking evil yet proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW AH?! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually even went chey when they revealed Daesung's Strong Heart picture thinking, "cheyyy, daesung's picture cute leh; family outing what! stop being irritating lah" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY LIKE SHIT! ah chow ah, pls dont kill me for this. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;on a totally random note, I wanna thank ah chow for introducing to the beautiful world of kpop in the very first place! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1241nvGuLQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c1241nvGuLQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I still love Suju. Serious. But as their appearance (13 member’s altogether) lessens, it’s really hard for me to carry on loving them. (I miss you Kangin! :\) I still am amused by Eunhyuk lame jokes and Lee Teuk’s nonsense (thanks to their appearance on Strong Heart) but my love for them can no longer be compared to my love for them in the past.*You cannot imagine how upset I actually was when I realized that all 13 of them may not turn up during the KL concert. I really wish they will go back to being as united as they were during MOTHB and SJFH because I don’t see that in Suju anymore. I guess Daesung came and stole my heart at the right time (With SM having a negative image (DBSK controversies), my love for Family Outing’s unity and also under Jasmine influence (Her love for Seungri)) and I just stopped loving Suju as much. You don’t know how guilty and upset I am over this! Maybe, hopefully my love for them will return when I see them n KL with my darling ahchow and Jasmine. Goodnight and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. I just finished watching BOF within 2 days. Sucks to be suffering from post-BOF syndrome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1688137969574887443?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1688137969574887443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1688137969574887443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-love-for-big-bang-can-be-seen-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3711052780052852847</id><published>2010-02-07T17:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:53:41.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Cunjie and Guohao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for doing something to nice for me on my birthday (That includes Norris and Dennis). Thanks for helping Johnson search on my birthday present and perfecting everything up till the day itself. Thanks for putting in so much effort, time and money into my birthday. I’m really thankful for having you guys in my life and probably will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to apologize for not only not making it to both your birthday but also not coming up with a good enough gifts to make up my absence. It doesn't mean that your efforts are unappreciated but due to certain constraints I’ll only be able to make it up to your guys in the near future. I’m so sorry, but rests assure that I’ll make it up to you guys in due time. Thanks for both of your kind understanding on this matter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely appreciate having you guys for being not just awesome friends to Johnson but also to me. Thanks for brightening up Johnson’s and my life for this past 5 years, and I’m looking forward to hanging out with you guys in the many years to come. Happy Belated Birthdays once again and may you guys continue being the respectable wonderful gentlemen you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tons of loves, thanks and gratefulness,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls, I missmissmiss my darling cousins alot! that includes ahchow,stephy,puny and mellie! 언니,사랑해! 동생,사랑해!보고 싶어!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3711052780052852847?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3711052780052852847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3711052780052852847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2890216949700424825</id><published>2010-02-04T04:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:42:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How my brain functions this days:&lt;br /&gt;50percent: OMG! 22 more days to Johnson’s Birthday! Venue, Decorations, Food, Present, Cash flow etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20percent: FUCK! THREE more days to exam! Whattheshitwhatthefuckwhatthe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20percent: WORRIED SHIT! At this rate I’ll freaking be in debt by March. Johnson’s Birthday, CNY clothing expenditure and credit card bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10percent: CNY is coming! Wait, I got a credit card bill to settle this end of Feb (@#$%^&amp;amp;*) so no more spending. But…but my c&amp;amp;k shoes and dress is waiting for me on the shop’s rack! I should recue it! And it’s so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward to seeing my darling cousins during CNY! I still got to make time to finish up with my New Year preparations. After my darn exams are over I want to go on double dates with Eshlyn and Aicheang and start finalizing all the plans for Johnson’s Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU MY BABY JOHNSON TAN AHTAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just realized that I've been making up so many petnames for you over this 4going5 years! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand why I’m such a mess these days. I think I think too much! I’ve been so irritating these days. I’ve been praying about it and thank God for leading me out of this mess! I feel so much happier. Also lots of happy things happened today and I’m like really happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting late and I’m getting random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-2890216949700424825?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2890216949700424825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2890216949700424825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-my-brain-functions-this-days.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-750087526963556244</id><published>2010-02-04T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:44:31.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please get out of my life, at least for now. Before I start hating you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-750087526963556244?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/750087526963556244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/750087526963556244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/02/please-get-out-of-my-life-at-least-for.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3639554908088701222</id><published>2010-02-02T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:45:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You sit there thinking and thinking with emotions welling up inside of you. You talk to people but you aren’t sure whether or not they’re really listening, so you clam up because you worry that the people around will find you annoying. The hateful flaws of the people around you magnify and you end up getting even upset over trivial things you usually don’t bother with. It seems like no one cares about your existence and you start crying over nothing. PMS – creepy little thing isn’t it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3639554908088701222?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3639554908088701222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3639554908088701222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-sit-there-thinking-and-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-8765012080715983191</id><published>2010-02-01T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T04:01:18.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally made up my mind on something! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyhappybumblebee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for Johnson in my life, thanks for making me so happy despite having a hundred and one worries at the back of my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. I’m still awfully worried about Eshlyn, to a point I screwed my whole Sunday over and am starting to get upset with myself over nothing. Kind of hate that kind feeling. /: Blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-8765012080715983191?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8765012080715983191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8765012080715983191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-finally-made-up-my-mind-on-something.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-794548413822879841</id><published>2010-01-31T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:16:26.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called not to ask what happened or to bombard you with questions I know you may not be able to answer; all I wanted to know if you were fine. Everyone has their own fights and I respect that but shutting your friend out of your life? We are worried, anxious and concerned but it seems like you can’t be bothered to at least let us know how you are feeling. Why do you think we bother spamming you with phone calls and text messages, because we care? Fuck whatever happened or who did what to whom, you are our primary concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s, we are friends not because we seem perfect in each other’s eyes, we became friends because we accepted each other’s imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contact us when you're ready, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-794548413822879841?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/794548413822879841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/794548413822879841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-called-not-to-ask-what-happened-or-to.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1942584644147449786</id><published>2010-01-10T04:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:53:06.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to isolate myself from the rest of the world this time, no phone calls no text messages, nothing. I realize I barely even spoke to anyone at home, also I had a tiny complaint filed against Johnson but it was all resolved within a day. I just realized how I can never stay mad at Johnson. Johnson’s being super attentive again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jon’s birthday on Saturday and we went out for dinner at Vivo. My mum crazily bought every product sold in this pushcart Dead Sea Products, spent a few thousand on stuffs I know she will end up not using. The sale person was thanking my mother because she was their last customer but apparently made up for a week's worth of sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I had a sad weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was happier considering it was my brother’s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I love you Jon! (:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Eshlyn, Mella and Yau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1942584644147449786?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1942584644147449786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1942584644147449786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-decided-to-isolate-myself-from-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2169274458623087642</id><published>2010-01-05T05:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:59:12.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday was enjoyable thanks for Johnson and his friends. I still haven’t pretty much got over the fact that they took the initiative to plan something for me. Pretty touched to know that so much effort was made in order to make it all happen. Thank you so so much! Also plenty of loves to those who made my birthday special with birthday wishes, presents and dinner dates! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt, “Never have two overseas trips within your birthday month”. Cause chances are that you’ll barely have anytime to breathe. I was back from my awesome China (Since Macau and Hong Kong are also technically a part of China) Trip on the 17th, busied myself with my birthday celebration invites, and churned a last-minute video for a Christmas party before being whisked off to the beautiful beaches of Port Dickson on the 26th. Hectic shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I forgot to mention the drastic change in weather? I enjoyed China’s awesome 12degree Celsius weather for seven days before thrown to suffer in Port Dickson crazy 33degree Celsius. Hell, I freaking got a tan despite applying like 50 SPF sun block! &lt;br /&gt;I should really stop procrastinating and make time to upload the pictures. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-2169274458623087642?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2169274458623087642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2169274458623087642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday-was-enjoyable-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6794848037426215336</id><published>2010-01-01T04:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:42:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009 was a pretty amazing year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my job after taking a bonus and going for a 3day1night company trip worth $900.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school and decided to study hard for once.&lt;br /&gt;My parent spoils me rotten, I’m so rottenly spoiled I’m officially shameless.&lt;br /&gt;My sibling treats me like I’m their secretary who works hard in exchange for the close bond we share.&lt;br /&gt;I have my amazing MED and Yau who always lets me have my way because they love me as much as I love them.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend has agreed to extend the validity of our relationship, so we’ll still be attached in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve (figure of speech) embraced my paternal cousins and (literally) embraced my maternal cousins, I now love them all&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I’ve great friends by the name of Aicheang, Cunjie, Guohao, Norris, Jasmine, Shoko, Kent, Sean and many more.&lt;br /&gt;I can function a car without causing any damage on the car, the pedestrians or public property.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve collected enough stamps in my passport for a year.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I finally took a picture with a Cantonese speaking mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 will be an amazing year because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be graduating in three months times.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hopefully be able to leave Singapore for more than a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend will have an awesome 21st birthday party before being enlisted into army.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be collecting more stamps in my passport before my boyfriend leaves me.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be missing my boyfriend so much I’ll lose all my appetite and lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll become even closer to MED because Yau will also be abandoning me for army.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll forcefully gain ownership of my boyfriend’s vehicle after he enters army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill update if I can think of anything else, Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6794848037426215336?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6794848037426215336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6794848037426215336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-was-pretty-amazing-year-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1040208499490600985</id><published>2009-11-22T06:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:30:39.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually intended to text this message to ESHLYN LIM XIN JIE, but i just thought that maybe it'll be better if i post this up: (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ESHLYNNNN LIMMM! I just freaking read your blog and i think you're as sweet as a Korean Strawberry! No wait, you're sosososo sweet you're probably coated with sugar! (: Thanks Eshlyn, for also being there when I'm ranting about a gazillion things i'm unhappy about, for listening to my longgg boringg speeches and theories, for laughing and crying with me, for making me safe knowing that you'll be there for me if I ever need you AND for having the "same kind" of boyfriend as me! (Gives us so much things too talk about! AC &amp; JS can go figure! :P) THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! And OMG, I suspect we freaking are telepathic! Because I was thinking about the runway thing and YOU ALSO THOUGHT ABOUT IT TOO! How cool is that?! :D And guess what?! You do have an identity! I figured another one for you! YOU ARE DEBBIE QUEK's AWESOME FRIEND! Heck, you make up the top 10 important people in my life! :D I really hope we can work towards our dreams and faith together, together with our lovely MELLA toooo! &lt;3 I LOVE LOVE LOOVEEEEE YOU! &gt;.&lt; @#$%^&amp;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a random: byebye &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1040208499490600985?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1040208499490600985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1040208499490600985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-actually-intended-to-text-this.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7343488158107648418</id><published>2009-11-15T03:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:36:14.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaEn4rROI/AAAAAAAACs0/dEpQI7MRdPc/s1600-h/CIMG8806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaEn4rROI/AAAAAAAACs0/dEpQI7MRdPc/s400/CIMG8806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418588317271266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaEJdyJOI/AAAAAAAACss/qY20uh8IAvI/s1600-h/CIMG8808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaEJdyJOI/AAAAAAAACss/qY20uh8IAvI/s400/CIMG8808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418580151411938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaDv0CQQI/AAAAAAAACsk/6z6jq7ILH64/s1600-h/CIMG8823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaDv0CQQI/AAAAAAAACsk/6z6jq7ILH64/s400/CIMG8823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418573265420546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaDP8dGQI/AAAAAAAACsc/qTuGLNBnz5I/s1600-h/CIMG8814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaDP8dGQI/AAAAAAAACsc/qTuGLNBnz5I/s400/CIMG8814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418564710799618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I had an amazing time with the both of them yesterday. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought so much stuffs I'm even feeling kind of guilty about it! It wasn't even a shopping trip to begin with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusion: I think I really enjoy shopping with them a lot! But next time round, I must bring my two noona along before the two dongseng drives me crazy! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;sings Son Dambi's song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm very blessed to have such awesome cousins &amp;amp; siblings like you guys, thank you for being in my life! Saranghae! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caught 2012 with Yau today at Lido. The movie was kind of stupid, but it left me with afterthoughts. It's a stupid movie that makes you think, about the more important things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight&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/8170708570506688868-7343488158107648418?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7343488158107648418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7343488158107648418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/11/needless-to-say-i-had-amazing-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SwBaEn4rROI/AAAAAAAACs0/dEpQI7MRdPc/s72-c/CIMG8806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2168757094405249272</id><published>2009-11-13T01:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:33:12.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I ENDED UP GETTING AN ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PORCUPINE FISH! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Sv2e5Nq4m3I/AAAAAAAACsU/LYeZaT6DlHs/s400/porcupine-fish-puffer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403649833673726834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAY HI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scientific Name: Diodon Holocanthus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also Commonly Known as an: Porcupine Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckBlasgNSzg/SluKM5buLzI/AAAAAAAANUE/cAgDXWbIlo4/s400/Porcupine+Pufferfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ckBlasgNSzg/SluKM5buLzI/AAAAAAAANUE/cAgDXWbIlo4/s400/Porcupine+Pufferfish.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:;"&gt;Like other Puffer Fish, the Porcupine Puffer can inflate its body to twice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:;"&gt;it's size when threatened. This helps them to scare away potential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;predators and also make them harder to swallow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ub738u3Irbw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ub738u3Irbw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've also placed a female seahorse in my aquarium! Which is technically the worst mistake ever because Puffer Fishes apparently munch on seahorses?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(So eeky!)&lt;/span&gt; I found this piece of information online, but I secretly kind of doubt it! Because it has been days but my Puffer Fish have not been bothering my seahorse at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Online articles also claim that Puffer Fish tend to nip on corals and is therefore not reef-safe. But I seriously want to give it a shot because my Puffer Fish doesn't seem at all aggressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For example, the article states that Box Fishes and Puffers shouldn't be placed together as they are both very aggressive, but it doesn't seem the case cause my Puffer was seen happily swimming with 2  Box fishes when I bought it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be going down to collect my life rocks and get some coral for my aquarium next Wednesday when my aquarium has stabilize and maybe if given a chance I'll also get a male seahorse for companionship sake. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(I so wanna see the seahorse greeting dance!) &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Johnson and I have two separate aquarium. His aquarium has 2 common clown fish, 1 maroon clown fish (mine!), 1 tomato clown fish, a starfish (mine!), a shrimp, life rocks and several other beautiful corals! I currently have minimal borrowed-from-Johnson life rocks, one tube worm, a porcupine puffer fish and a seahorse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Almost everyone who have seen my Puffer Fish pictures/reality has told me how ugly it is, but I personally find them special. Beautiful fishes are so common, they come in so many different colors you never knew existed but their prettiness are so commonly seen, they have became nothing but of the norm. Fishes like Puffer Fishes, Box Fishes and Angler on the other hand are although undoubtedly weird-looking, I feel that it's their "ugliness" is what makes them so special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm like currently totally hyped up over marine fishes, corals and all related stuffs. The marine world has probably all the prettiest hidden treasures on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;*I'm meeting Ah Chow - the small one tomorrow and I'm excited over it! Hopefully Millie will be able to join us toooo! /: As for Doreen, HWAITING for your A levels exams okay! I know you can do it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-2168757094405249272?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2168757094405249272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2168757094405249272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-ended-up-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/Sv2e5Nq4m3I/AAAAAAAACsU/LYeZaT6DlHs/s72-c/porcupine-fish-puffer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1782676681751501012</id><published>2009-11-12T05:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:12:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I no longer know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvstDBnGQwI/AAAAAAAACsM/Rs0Qd3Uo2j4/s1600-h/you-re-not-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvstDBnGQwI/AAAAAAAACsM/Rs0Qd3Uo2j4/s400/you-re-not-alone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402961707956323074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Every now and then, I’ll unconsciously start spending, perhaps too much time; thinking. Insecurities  would start stringing and stirring emotions deep within me. Hurtful embarrassing humiliating incident would then be continuously be played in my head, pictures so vivid I seem to be forced to experience it all over again. Then slowly, once again, I find myself straying further away from people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I find myself clenching on my “principals”, my unwritten code of conducts, trying to behave and adhere to what is “deem fit”. Maybe I’ve lost myself, I wouldn’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My boyfriend, as sweet and caring as he may be, has never seemed to genuinely understand what I’m going through. Sometimes I wonder whether he actually knows how vulnerable I can be; the sense of helplessness I feel when I try so hard to put all those emotions into words, but even so who can I talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;He never seems to listen, he merely hears what I got to say before brushing it off with an “I understand” or “Don’t think too much about it.” Have he ever wondered that maybe those tearful tantrums were actually tears of helplessness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I doubt so, and I sincerely doubt there will ever be a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love him so much. But I really need someone who understands me. Someone who listens with his heart, feels for me when I’m hurt, and to be not just physically with me as my insecurities slowly devours me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I know I have certain unresolved issues; but I was just wondering that perhaps, maybe, I wouldn’t be having so many of them if I had someone to rely on. Someone whom I know will protect me at all cause, someone who would be understanding and supportive to my ideals and characteristic, someone that will walk hand in hand with me as we work towards achieving our goals. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;People will tell me how a wonderful boyfriend is, something I don’t deny. But how come I don’t see or feel it anymore? Do you know, sometimes how helpless I feel when I'm with you? I'm starting to get tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know I can never bring myself to leave you; I love you so much. More then I can ever imagine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited 10 hours later &lt;div&gt;We were discussing somewhat about me. How I behaved, how I react to stuffs and figuring out how my mental clock ticks. I am/seem happy most of the time, I will not hesitate to compliment myself, take an awful lot pride of in my work, behave like a 5 year old kid going on an excursion, and nonchalantly tell people about my flaws and quirks as if it’s nothing embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occasionally, there are moments whereby I allow my emotions to lead me. I’ll cry despite having nothing to cry about, mourn about a lost I didn’t even know exist, and start to pick on every negative small detail in life to complain over. I’m only human, and I do have my insecurities and disappointment with life. Moments like last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to appreciate and love being who I am, and to accept who I may never be. I will never hurt myself, but I sometimes I do need time to let myself go all depressed and sappy; that’s what make me, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, Johnson really does love me a lot. Through him, I’ve learn so much. I’ve learn how to speak my own dialect, I’ve learn how to prawn fairly well, he 'll give me driving tips and call me after every lesson, he taught me how to bowl properly and he &lt;i&gt;tried&lt;/i&gt; to teach me how to play billiard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through him I’ve met new people, made friends with some of them, and had the chance to watch a lovely baby girl grow up. And because of him, I get to be chauffeured around at ease&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; (I've never even heard him complain be4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I get to go to Malaysia for sumptuous seafood dinners,  and  get to pursue my dreams knowing that despite not being able to be with me, he will be there to catch me should I fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are both foodies and even though we hardly talk during meals, we always made up for that by chatting endlessly while he's driving. While he had problem understanding my insecurities and worries, he have always put up with my nagging and long boring theories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for that mean nasty complainful post Johnson; I love you!&lt;br /&gt;And I’m still waiting for you to bring me puffer-fish-shopping! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who's there? who will be there? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;JOHNSON, MED, YAU, MY AMAZING SIBLINGS &amp;amp; MY HEAVENLY FATHER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8170708570506688868-1782676681751501012?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1782676681751501012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1782676681751501012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-now-and-then-ill-unconsciously.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvstDBnGQwI/AAAAAAAACsM/Rs0Qd3Uo2j4/s72-c/you-re-not-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6683304930971159367</id><published>2009-11-09T03:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:36:17.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Johnson and Debbie's 54month Anniversary; usually not celebrated, but this month happens to be one of the few exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson seem to be reacquainted with his passion for keeping marine fishes and coral; and so in order to prevent the repeat of same gruesome incident 2 years old, Johnson decided to try and get his girlfriend involved this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKKi1qSiI/AAAAAAAACok/5xBJJnEdCUo/s1600-h/CIMG8781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKKi1qSiI/AAAAAAAACok/5xBJJnEdCUo/s320/CIMG8781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571510506998306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending less than 1 hours looking around the fish farms, his girlfriend started to grow very much interested in this different exotic corals. They came in different shape, sizes and color; her curiosity finally caught hold of her and she started wanting to know everything about this beautiful sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson however found her taste of sea creatures perhaps a tad weird. She chose a dull colored starfish over the brightly colored, found stingrays and stonefish beautiful and she fell in love with … … a puffer fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Debbie upon seeing his boyfriend reunite with his long-lost enthusiasm, decides to be encouraging; she decided to pay for his little marine tank as a gift; and so happens it was their 4 and a half years anniversary…&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKKFpOZ3I/AAAAAAAACoc/ucvZE6u8nEE/s1600-h/CIMG8782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKKFpOZ3I/AAAAAAAACoc/ucvZE6u8nEE/s320/CIMG8782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571502670210930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One feet tank! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKJyk7exI/AAAAAAAACoU/EbQEhGe2PSM/s1600-h/CIMG8778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKJyk7exI/AAAAAAAACoU/EbQEhGe2PSM/s320/CIMG8778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571497551919890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Young) Bubble Corals - Johnson says I can't keep them because they are very sensitive to temperature changes, therefore if we decide to keep it, we will need a $100+ chiller to maintain the water temperature, and even so extra special care must be given. /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKJDgMC9I/AAAAAAAACoM/AT98_8Wqwwc/s1600-h/CIMG8775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKJDgMC9I/AAAAAAAACoM/AT98_8Wqwwc/s320/CIMG8775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571484915567570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKInzzpcI/AAAAAAAACoE/JHmAsy7iekA/s1600-h/CIMG8772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKInzzpcI/AAAAAAAACoE/JHmAsy7iekA/s320/CIMG8772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571477481661890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johnson and the Owner of the Fish Farm calls this coral Fish Fillet, I'm not too sure of it's real name though. Weird enough, I find this corals very gaudy! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHaN6orvI/AAAAAAAACn8/uTFa1w7Zq2c/s1600-h/CIMG8777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHaN6orvI/AAAAAAAACn8/uTFa1w7Zq2c/s320/CIMG8777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568481233743602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHZukeJ1I/AAAAAAAACn0/0m8ObVP-Vxs/s1600-h/CIMG8760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHZukeJ1I/AAAAAAAACn0/0m8ObVP-Vxs/s320/CIMG8760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568472819279698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My STARFISH! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously would rather have a nicely shaped dull colored starfish then a flimsy looking pretty starfish. Do I even make sense? /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHZKnbo1I/AAAAAAAACns/DZj3IW1WCxE/s1600-h/CIMG8765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHZKnbo1I/AAAAAAAACns/DZj3IW1WCxE/s320/CIMG8765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568463168021330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anemone Coral for our Tomato Clown Fish! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me. myself, am amazed at how much I'm in love with all the Corals we bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's as though they are little living treasure pieces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHY5prFuI/AAAAAAAACnk/jOhXLqLxXj8/s1600-h/CIMG8778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHY5prFuI/AAAAAAAACnk/jOhXLqLxXj8/s320/CIMG8778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568458614019810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHYeTYHZI/AAAAAAAACnc/hAiH1PJv4Vo/s1600-h/CIMG8773.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHYeTYHZI/AAAAAAAACnc/hAiH1PJv4Vo/s1600-h/CIMG8773.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnHYeTYHZI/AAAAAAAACnc/hAiH1PJv4Vo/s320/CIMG8773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402568451272744338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frog Spawn Coral - I don't know why but I was so crazily attracted to this corals, I refused to leave until Johnson allowed me to get his. It's really really pretty in my opinion! I heard you can see them even in Singapore (Pulau Hantu) I seriously NEED my diving license! Urrggh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnErybA7rI/AAAAAAAACnU/Yke7ZYdcvgc/s1600-h/CIMG8784.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnEqXzzWWI/AAAAAAAACm8/pBUTCCVmHMY/s1600-h/CIMG8768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnEqXzzWWI/AAAAAAAACm8/pBUTCCVmHMY/s320/CIMG8768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402565460232460642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johnson choosing a tube worm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnEp6F3E8I/AAAAAAAACm0/SGYyYVBdHBw/s1600-h/CIMG8759.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnEp6F3E8I/AAAAAAAACm0/SGYyYVBdHBw/s320/CIMG8759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402565452255138754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnErv6bmiI/AAAAAAAACnM/6UrNHYs5szQ/s320/CIMG8756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402565483882584610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention how much I like the Domino Damsels? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're so lovable, black with one or two white spots! Go Google!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnErI0RrNI/AAAAAAAACnE/KtErOr_Srk8/s1600-h/CIMG8754.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnErI0RrNI/AAAAAAAACnE/KtErOr_Srk8/s1600-h/CIMG8754.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnErI0RrNI/AAAAAAAACnE/KtErOr_Srk8/s320/CIMG8754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402565473387785426" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnErybA7rI/AAAAAAAACnU/Yke7ZYdcvgc/s320/CIMG8784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402565484556119730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting to you, Johnson's $145 dollars Marine Tank!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In case you're wondering what happened to my puffer fish. Johnson is going down to get another one foot tank from his friend and he's allowing me to keep a tank with only my puffer fish and stone fish-lookalike together! It won't be as pretty as this tank though, because the Puffer fish apparently eats corals! /: I'm still trying to convince Johnson into allowing me to keep a sea urchin!&lt;br /&gt;Till my new tank arrives, Goodnight! (:&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*We took all this pictures in the fish farm (Yes, they aren't ripped off some marine webpage!) See how pretty everything is! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6683304930971159367?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6683304930971159367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6683304930971159367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/johnson-and-debbies-54month-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvnKKi1qSiI/AAAAAAAACok/5xBJJnEdCUo/s72-c/CIMG8781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6236823230620286682</id><published>2009-11-08T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:37:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqFXL3UA2I/AAAAAAAACr8/5JTm343SP3c/s1600-h/CIMG8660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqFXL3UA2I/AAAAAAAACr8/5JTm343SP3c/s320/CIMG8660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402777336352605026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached the Zoo at 11.00, had lunch for 1 hour, and left at 16.00; Obviously lazy people! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't even bother to catch the elephant show, neither did we complete seeing all the animals. Turns out, all of us barely slept the previous night. /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of disappointed; cause I barely saw more then 10 different type of animals! Johnson promised to take me there again next time! Beside, I thought I was suppose to visit the Zoo with Sam, En-lin and Tim when Tim gets back. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to thank Liling for getting us complimentary tickets though! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqCGF92SsI/AAAAAAAACrs/KdI1sLXkcd4/s1600-h/CIMG8661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqCGF92SsI/AAAAAAAACrs/KdI1sLXkcd4/s320/CIMG8661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402773744176745154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqCFlC1a8I/AAAAAAAACrk/ynKVaZ-93wE/s1600-h/CIMG8662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqCFlC1a8I/AAAAAAAACrk/ynKVaZ-93wE/s320/CIMG8662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402773735339289538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqCFHll1pI/AAAAAAAACrc/rAbsdR5bDds/s1600-h/CIMG8672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqCFHll1pI/AAAAAAAACrc/rAbsdR5bDds/s320/CIMG8672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402773727432005266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got to see the WHITE TIGERS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tigers were kept away the last time I came! /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Svp_RiqBLgI/AAAAAAAACrU/6XOK6pOjQw8/s1600-h/CIMG8674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvngT24KScI/AAAAAAAACos/yaLD6-2752Y/s320/CIMG8752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402595859760826818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6236823230620286682?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6236823230620286682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6236823230620286682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqFXL3UA2I/AAAAAAAACr8/5JTm343SP3c/s72-c/CIMG8660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2302220305697904197</id><published>2009-11-03T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:25:33.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite having mugging at home this few days, I’ve been feeling so unaccomplished. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have like a 101 things I want to blog about but my brain’s too fried to put them into nice long paragraphs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like my heart is slowly being chewed by the love monster; like I can’t seem to ever get bored with his voice, his smile, his stupidity and his cuteness. Random shiat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so in love with this new k-pop guy and I think Jasmine’s so going to kill me. I hope she won’t hate me too much thou. /:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I miss my cousins; namely Stepfanie, Doreen and Mandy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&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/8170708570506688868-2302220305697904197?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2302220305697904197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2302220305697904197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/despite-having-mugging-at-home-this-few.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7127871301491598683</id><published>2009-10-28T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:30:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s been two whole week since and it seems like I’m still far from recovering. It seems like each time I feel like coughing or take a deep breath; I have to like mentally prepare myself for the quick sharp pains caused by my incessant coughing. It feels like there’s some evil goblin, banging his head against my ribcage. It hurts badly, so bad I feel like crying.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a pretty stressful two week, and boy am I glad that it’s over. Thank Goodness for Jasmine, Shouko and Kent! Once again, I seriously cannot imagine myself surviving without them. I love them so much! I know I say this to you guys every day, but trust me, I really do mean it! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you Kent! For helping me with my TDMC videos and Naidu's video presentation! Thank YOU x 100,000,000! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I think I did pretty well for HMC, TDMC and TPSW class presentations and projects so far; so it kinds of help me secured +/- 20% of my overall percentage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suma and Hawabi totally top the list of the world’s most incompetent lecturers. You cannot imagine how glad I’m over never having to attend a single lecture of theirs ever again.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I kind of got the gut feeling that Hawab may be haunting me in AD thou! Urrgggh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7127871301491598683?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7127871301491598683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7127871301491598683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-one-whole-week-since-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-43326566352552984</id><published>2009-10-23T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:46:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqG73ExTXI/AAAAAAAACsE/Ewoos2KxMxQ/s1600-h/09.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqG73ExTXI/AAAAAAAACsE/Ewoos2KxMxQ/s400/09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402779065938693490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a really amazing creepy stupid enjoyable night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just don't make me go back! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-43326566352552984?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/43326566352552984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/43326566352552984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SvqG73ExTXI/AAAAAAAACsE/Ewoos2KxMxQ/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-764922673696509091</id><published>2009-10-17T04:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T04:45:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it really necessary to feel guilty for something done just because it’s against the code of conduct established by society? If not, then why am I feeling guilty over choice-less situations and barely tangible reasons?&lt;br /&gt;It does seems like I’m being “forced” into playing the consequences of my decision repeatedly in my head, without ever having someone truely understands the rationality of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone's fault thou, I have only told one person about it. But it seems to be casually brushed aside all the time. shrugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESHLYN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my best friend! Thanks for being part of MED! Thanks for being the Eshlyn I love so much! Hopefully we'll still be bathing&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (kidding!) &lt;/span&gt;and growing Spiritually in Faith together 60 years into the future! God bless you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-764922673696509091?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/764922673696509091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/764922673696509091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-really-necessary-to-feel-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5656201309453010883</id><published>2009-10-13T03:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:16:38.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Kang-In! My ex-boyfriend; before he dumped me for Lee Yoon Ji! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYxuolp0I/AAAAAAAACmE/RN1tUQWs8BY/s1600-h/CIMG8304o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYxuolp0I/AAAAAAAACmE/RN1tUQWs8BY/s320/CIMG8304o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173002712786754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine found him sitting all alone on the shelf when we were shopping at the Korean Mart last week; and she was shockingly nice enough to let me have it! There is the picture of the other Suju members at the back of the packet, and that includes Lee Teuk! :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lee Teuk is the one sitting on top of the "oven"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYw32U3cI/AAAAAAAACl8/6-q6n0q7L24/s1600-h/CIMG8331o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYw32U3cI/AAAAAAAACl8/6-q6n0q7L24/s320/CIMG8331o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392172988006456770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jasmine, I love you plenty plenty for giving me that packet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYyBkw-eI/AAAAAAAACmM/dDH_oDuAql8/s1600-h/CIMG8296o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYyBkw-eI/AAAAAAAACmM/dDH_oDuAql8/s320/CIMG8296o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173007797025250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYvXYhKRI/AAAAAAAACls/yrZsOBldIxw/s1600-h/CIMG8310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYvXYhKRI/AAAAAAAACls/yrZsOBldIxw/s320/CIMG8310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392172962111629586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister was like in shock when I showed her the packet of "stars" later that evening!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH AND ESHLYN LIM IS FINALLY BACK FROM CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTarLdxNEI/AAAAAAAACmU/CU-rWOGZdR0/s1600-h/CIMG8487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTarLdxNEI/AAAAAAAACmU/CU-rWOGZdR0/s320/CIMG8487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392175089216205890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Eshlyn and Mella for dinner tonight! We hung out at Mella’s place and had an amazing time. It was just us talking about everything right under the sun, doing stupid things without having to worry about being judged and complaining about each other! See how pretty Eshlyn look in the picture! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy now Eshlyn?! I'm writing nice stuffs about you on my blog! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTarwFTNkI/AAAAAAAACmc/PhYS66y9xpc/s1600-h/CIMG8486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTarwFTNkI/AAAAAAAACmc/PhYS66y9xpc/s320/CIMG8486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392175099045688898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I present Xandra: She's cuter then cute! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTd-Gfg9SI/AAAAAAAACms/X3dNoDHGFMo/s1600-h/CIMG8363o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTd-Gfg9SI/AAAAAAAACms/X3dNoDHGFMo/s320/CIMG8363o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392178712833750306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTc_zSniyI/AAAAAAAACmk/X4IsGTQBGf0/s1600-h/SDC11688l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTc_zSniyI/AAAAAAAACmk/X4IsGTQBGf0/s320/SDC11688l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392177642527492898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially am sick! My nose is watery, my throat is itchy and I sound like a man. /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-5656201309453010883?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5656201309453010883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5656201309453010883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-this-out-its-kang-in-my-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/StTYxuolp0I/AAAAAAAACmE/RN1tUQWs8BY/s72-c/CIMG8304o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2903819248251498680</id><published>2009-10-04T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:26:12.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We’ve finally completed our outdoor video shoot! And I’m really looking forward to doing the preliminary editing despite having to sit through an hour of raw footage.&lt;br /&gt; On a side note, I really have to thank/salute Johnson, Truffle, Javin, Jasmine sister and mummy for waiting for Jasmine and myself through 2 to 3 hours worth of filming; I really doubt I will ever have that kind of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of pictures took that day (credits to Shouko) but I’m really too busy fighting deadlines to post them up.  I’ll probably do it another day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-2903819248251498680?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2903819248251498680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2903819248251498680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/10/weve-finally-completed-our-outdoor.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6076922273341436171</id><published>2009-09-28T04:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T04:57:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did something I’ve always wanted to do today! I’m pretty shocks and touched over the fact that Yau bothered to come down and accompany me despite not knowing what crazy things I was going to do again! I love you Yau, and I know you do too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally imagine you going, “ROLF LOL etc” Iknowyousowellyau! [: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overdue pictures from Shouko's Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEc405hBwI/AAAAAAAAClc/xI5SDK1IXko/s1600-h/6825_140550919931_815784931_2363456_5316015_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEc405hBwI/AAAAAAAAClc/xI5SDK1IXko/s400/6825_140550919931_815784931_2363456_5316015_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386618391909959426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcCIzO5TI/AAAAAAAACk0/o_CNOLHV7Pg/s1600-h/6825_140550674931_815784931_2363425_66378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcCIzO5TI/AAAAAAAACk0/o_CNOLHV7Pg/s400/6825_140550674931_815784931_2363425_66378_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617452359509298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid NYDC fish made me puke for days! _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcCTGqsWI/AAAAAAAACk8/BXjHiSBZqHU/s1600-h/6825_140550659931_815784931_2363423_3977156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcCTGqsWI/AAAAAAAACk8/BXjHiSBZqHU/s400/6825_140550659931_815784931_2363423_3977156_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617455125377378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking the magical ball if Jasmine will end up with Yunho&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; and me with *shrieks!* LEE TEUK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcC9BWKRI/AAAAAAAAClE/7PmrKuZKamw/s1600-h/6825_140550714931_815784931_2363430_2450416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcC9BWKRI/AAAAAAAAClE/7PmrKuZKamw/s400/6825_140550714931_815784931_2363430_2450416_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617466377349394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcDV47giI/AAAAAAAAClM/mtJdIdvs_fU/s1600-h/6825_140550589931_815784931_2363415_1782618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcDV47giI/AAAAAAAAClM/mtJdIdvs_fU/s400/6825_140550589931_815784931_2363415_1782618_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617473052934690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcD4bgrAI/AAAAAAAAClU/NMj17gWLhSI/s1600-h/6825_140550579931_815784931_2363413_6088030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEcD4bgrAI/AAAAAAAAClU/NMj17gWLhSI/s400/6825_140550579931_815784931_2363413_6088030_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617482324782082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss you Johnson Tan&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss you Johnson! I miss you so much; I’m starting to get peeved! Why the heck did you abandon me! You should know it’s wrong to leave your girlfriend alone in Singapore! What if I find a new boyfriend! What if I decide that I can do fine without you in my life anymore! It’s just wrong Johnson! ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And the least you could do was to call me more often right? Why only one call a day?! I’m like freaking worried! What if you were involved in an accident? Do you have enough to wear? You should have brought your jacket along! Arrgghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I never want to talk to you again! We are so over Johnson! O-V-E-R! OVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I love miss need you Johnson! Hurry back okay?! And freaking CALL ME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6076922273341436171?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6076922273341436171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6076922273341436171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-did-something-ive-always-wanted-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SsEc405hBwI/AAAAAAAAClc/xI5SDK1IXko/s72-c/6825_140550919931_815784931_2363456_5316015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2553871557398123445</id><published>2009-09-23T03:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:16:44.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Srp5k4cHAPI/AAAAAAAACkM/H1L_3lzYQEY/s1600-h/3948131940_f0ababa0a9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Thank you so much; for the inconceivable amount of patience, concern and support shown throughout the past 5 months. I love you guys! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Credits to Andreas for the awesome photography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-2553871557398123445?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2553871557398123445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2553871557398123445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/Srp5k4cHAPI/AAAAAAAACkM/H1L_3lzYQEY/s72-c/3948131940_f0ababa0a9_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6101176193349466556</id><published>2009-09-17T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:26:49.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think ill blog tonight; watch this space (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Edited [23/09/09]: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm sorry! I was too busy watching Phineas and Ferb to blog! /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm really busy these days with project’s meeting, reports and Eshlyn’s upcoming birthday surprise. Actually I secretly enjoy meeting Jasmine and Shouko for projects; it’s the company I guess. Shall head to bed soon! I promised not to be late tomorrow! Goodnight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6101176193349466556?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6101176193349466556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6101176193349466556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-ill-blog-tonight-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5272748674489598990</id><published>2009-09-13T03:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:53:08.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m not being judgmental and all, but I really do not see the point in over-using “big” bombastic English terms and complicated writing style but end up having a blog post filled with blatant grammatical errors. I mean, it’s perfectly normal to have a few grammatical errors here and there, but it's definitely an issue when your emotional entries leave your readers either amused or clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me; Maybe I'm just being plain evil. So if you decide on being evil too, I suggest you take time to edit all my blog posts and laugh at all my grammatical mistakes! I sincerely doubt my mistakes will be able to meet half of “hers” thou. Hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-5272748674489598990?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5272748674489598990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5272748674489598990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-being-judgmental-and-all-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-8355226868648225832</id><published>2009-09-10T05:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:02:40.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overdue post: 16/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DblO was mad awesome! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention? I bumped into my silly boyfriend there. Yes, it wasn't planned beforehand. Like he knew I was going to club at DblO and I thought he was going to Nana’s with his mates, but apparently they changed their itinerary and decided to hit DblO without informing me prior to their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess because I felt so “safe” and comfortable with Johnson around, I somehow let my guard down and started drinking "recklessly" and got pretty “high” on alcohol that night, first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really bad, because I kept yelling at Yau, rambling and whining to Johnson  and even decided to stay over at Johnson’s place despite knowing that my parents are going to jump when they find me missing the next morning. Basically, lots of embarrassing stuff happened; stuff you don’t need to know. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;): I woke up the next afternoon in an unglamorous over sized tee shirt and took 20 minutes to slowly recall every embarrassing moment last night. And after I did, I almost couldn’t  even bring myself to face Cun Jie and Norris later that afternoon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;However, I felt better immediately upon knowing that Mella and Norris were worst off then me; they were like officially drunk that night. Haha! Evil me! 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrALqt8BLhI/AAAAAAAAChE/suf1xSe7r64/s400/DSC08271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381814383221485074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrAMTvCpaXI/AAAAAAAAChM/rzHlVt6YPeg/s1600-h/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrAMTvCpaXI/AAAAAAAAChM/rzHlVt6YPeg/s400/DSC08273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381815087892359538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrAMVOO7bHI/AAAAAAAAChk/S8IntcsHQV4/s1600-h/DSC08283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrAMVOO7bHI/AAAAAAAAChk/S8IntcsHQV4/s400/DSC08283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381815113445239922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrALpEGjmLI/AAAAAAAACgs/t7HKHGgj9Q4/s1600-h/DSC08264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrALpEGjmLI/AAAAAAAACgs/t7HKHGgj9Q4/s400/DSC08264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381814354811525298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrAM9GUekDI/AAAAAAAACh0/0cWFiUFL7gc/s1600-h/DSC08289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrAM9GUekDI/AAAAAAAACh0/0cWFiUFL7gc/s400/DSC08289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381815798515798066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie who is being aggressively attacked by the flu bug and is going to fall sick real soon &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-8355226868648225832?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8355226868648225832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8355226868648225832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/overdue-post-160909-dblo-was-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SrAGPEEe4II/AAAAAAAACfU/F-Z0y9AUcek/s72-c/DSC08235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5305296988799786253</id><published>2009-09-10T03:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:25:04.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed yesterday’s day out. The lunch at Carousel was delectable and Aliens in the Attic kept me entertained for an hour and a half; but most importantly, I really enjoyed the time spent with my father and brother! Haha! Coincidentally the two people I hardly get to spend any time with. Guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia dinner was postponed to tonight because Norris wanted to hit the clubs! It was a Wednesday, need I say more? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was pretty scary because we actually started exchanging stories of car theft before entering Malaysia and we actually also had the “honor” of witnessing a car theft in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, we shopped around City Square before having a sumptuous seafood dinner and lok-lok at/next to大马花园.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pointless post without pictures huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Mella brings her camera out tomorrow! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-5305296988799786253?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5305296988799786253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5305296988799786253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-enjoyed-yesterdays-day-out.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-543613649289076592</id><published>2009-09-09T04:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:44:02.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SqbNLE2XMsI/AAAAAAAACfM/apY43om-h68/s1600-h/fgag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SqbNLE2XMsI/AAAAAAAACfM/apY43om-h68/s400/fgag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379212395104645826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy ([4 x 12 = 48]+4=52 Months) Anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of Johnson makes me smile! (: You know that, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 5:24am and I'm still wide awake! Shucks! /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake up at 10:00am tomorrow for lunch at Carousel! Totally anticipating lunch tomorrow because, good food taste the best when you don't have to worry about the bill!  Catching "Aliens in the attic" with Jonjon and daddy at Lido! Excited! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be taking the train with my dad some more! How cool is that?! 1st time manz! :D Cannot imagine how my daddy will look like, 1st time taking public transport in like 30 over years?!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I won't be able to take photos! NOW WHERE THE HECK IS MY CAMERA CHARGER!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor appointment tomorrow! ): Totally hope that I'll be "cleared" etc! urrgggh!&lt;br /&gt;Norris Birthday Dinner at Malaysia tomorrow! YAY! Gooooood foooood! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be such an exciting day but guess what? I wont have a single picture for me to look and remember when I reach 74! Maybe I left it in Johnson's house? Think I'm gonna have to apply for a search warrant to search his horrendously messy room! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-543613649289076592?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/543613649289076592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/543613649289076592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-4-x-12-48452-months-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SqbNLE2XMsI/AAAAAAAACfM/apY43om-h68/s72-c/fgag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-519997382316733111</id><published>2009-09-08T04:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:20:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SqbJ4E8Eh4I/AAAAAAAACe8/vjF4Ks8toKE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SqbJ4E8Eh4I/AAAAAAAACe8/vjF4Ks8toKE/s400/untitled.bmp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379208770176190338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning Eshlyn Birthday with Mella! Blurred Mella cause she's too hot to be seen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-519997382316733111?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/519997382316733111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/519997382316733111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/planning-eshlyn-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SqbJ4E8Eh4I/AAAAAAAACe8/vjF4Ks8toKE/s72-c/untitled.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6984952047232474515</id><published>2009-09-05T07:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:28:06.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During this past one week, I’ve experience emotions I thought I wouldn’t survive. Emotions I wished I could recount, emotion I wish I could describe, but how do I interpret emotions that doesn’t make sense? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still searching, for the answer to the many questions in my head. I’ve been seeking, trusting in him, learning, learning to surrender my life to him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hoping” is not from God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything will be fine. I do not need to worry, for tomorrow will worry about itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6984952047232474515?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6984952047232474515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6984952047232474515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/09/during-this-past-one-week-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1493295203559099505</id><published>2009-08-15T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:11:40.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoaFyOxL4uI/AAAAAAAACek/-dZqMlr4UQk/s1600-h/SDC11656a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoaFyOxL4uI/AAAAAAAACek/-dZqMlr4UQk/s320/SDC11656a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370126703690244834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoaFxn-qbhI/AAAAAAAACec/NQW0N3Og9d8/s1600-h/SDC11679a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoaFxn-qbhI/AAAAAAAACec/NQW0N3Og9d8/s320/SDC11679a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370126693277789714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole night out yesterday with Millie; It was pretty nice to be able to spend time with her. Like chit chatting and behaving like friends. I think putting aside time to be with your family and friend is really vital in keeping a close relationship.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I may be sharing a room with Millie and staying with the rest of my family. But really, unless I make time for them for the occasional family weekend dinners and the small “discussions” I’ve with Millie, I really doubt I’ll be able to know what they’ve been up to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends too! I haven’t contacted Mella and Yau for a week, since I’m really sick and have been going through a lot of thought for the week. This feels weird! And it’s because we usually call to check on one another’s life on a daily or if not alternate day’s basis.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is given 24 hours a day, and everyone has been given the privilege to allocate their time to people or work accordingly. For me, I personally value ties above duties. Sure! Duties are responsible, but can an “A” grade be with you in times of emotional needs?&lt;br /&gt;At least I know that in times of needs, my family and friends will definitely be there for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-1493295203559099505?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1493295203559099505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1493295203559099505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/08/spent-whole-night-out-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoaFyOxL4uI/AAAAAAAACek/-dZqMlr4UQk/s72-c/SDC11656a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7484902239033104048</id><published>2009-08-09T04:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:25:04.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy because, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from an amazing barbecue (not organized by me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy because, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll be visiting Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy because, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is this amazing guy waiting for me to call him! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy because,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contented to have a God who loves me so so much, responsible parents I'm proud of, irritating siblings I can laugh at, my adorable boyfriend with his beautiful dimples, true friends whom I can laugh, cry, whine and talk endlessly to and I also have amazing cousins i can do crazy stuffs with. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I said the pledge at 8:22PM today! Did you? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7484902239033104048?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7484902239033104048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7484902239033104048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-really-happy-because-i-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-385618794383737696</id><published>2009-08-08T04:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:18:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ermmm... Shopping? and dinner with Ah Chow (Mandy)! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not that I don't want to show you Ah Chow's pretty face but except for the photos which she secretly took of me, the rest are kind of blueish and dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I look retarded in those photos. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited: Go to Ah Chow's blog to see those pictures if you want! Just realized that she forgotten to send me those pictures taken with QQ the poodle! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoCEYYWcmdI/AAAAAAAACeU/F28mcciXSJw/s1600-h/Photo0313df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoCEYYWcmdI/AAAAAAAACeU/F28mcciXSJw/s320/Photo0313df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368436310213958098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoCEX5LzZXI/AAAAAAAACeM/9VPPp4qcHqE/s1600-h/Photo0314ww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoCEX5LzZXI/AAAAAAAACeM/9VPPp4qcHqE/s320/Photo0314ww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368436301847815538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoCEXS0k5tI/AAAAAAAACeE/WWn-YoJ-QrU/s1600-h/Photo0315xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoCEXS0k5tI/AAAAAAAACeE/WWn-YoJ-QrU/s320/Photo0315xx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368436291549849298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh eh! Let's meet up more often after your exams are over kays!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-385618794383737696?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/385618794383737696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/385618794383737696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SoCEYYWcmdI/AAAAAAAACeU/F28mcciXSJw/s72-c/Photo0313df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6445417887962158314</id><published>2009-07-14T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:25:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though i've got to scream on top of my lungs, behave childishly to fit in and have to stand most of the time!i love love love my new job and am so happy i can finally say goodbye to boring stressful 8to5 jobs! woohoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, janet is refusing to pick up my call even though we are suppose agree on when and where we will be meeting to watch harry pothead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janet, you suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6445417887962158314?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6445417887962158314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6445417887962158314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/07/even-though-ive-got-to-scream-on-top-of.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-4509067286948927178</id><published>2009-07-05T06:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:23:24.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had dinner and caught Transformers with Mella and Yau last thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is in-my-opinion seriously over-rated&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about the rest, but I would really love to see more of Optimus Prime and less of Megan Fox's Boobies. Yeah, I know she's hot; blah blah blah blah blah... but i'm paying to watch TRANSFORMERS not BOOBSANDASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above the lack of robot scenes, the show's storyline is also crappy. Hell, there's no or at least, I cant see the logic in this plot! Okay I've got to admit, the graphic, sound effect and action was good, but I still am unable to comprehend the flow and logic of the storyline.  The ending was pretty stupid too; one moment they make it seem like it was so darn hard to detroy "The Fallen" and his bunch of other decepticons, and then suddenly, detroying them seems so easy. Like wth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie aside, the company was good! duhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEobYgL09I/AAAAAAAACdc/Vs3ATH1C3ug/s1600-h/SDC11084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355105882819253202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEobYgL09I/AAAAAAAACdc/Vs3ATH1C3ug/s400/SDC11084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEobCbpF6I/AAAAAAAACdU/l3yoVLC72kA/s1600-h/SDC11081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355105876894619554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEobCbpF6I/AAAAAAAACdU/l3yoVLC72kA/s400/SDC11081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random note: It's been one week since Amara, but seriously! I so wanna go back!&lt;br /&gt;That was one hell of an unforgettable experience! Guys, we should so go back if we ever have the chance okay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-4509067286948927178?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4509067286948927178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/4509067286948927178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-dinner-and-caught-transformers-with.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEobYgL09I/AAAAAAAACdc/Vs3ATH1C3ug/s72-c/SDC11084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7131836991301300760</id><published>2009-07-04T04:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:25:45.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;DADDY'S ADVANCE BIRTHDAY DINNER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Restless hungry passengers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbltiJ0LI/AAAAAAAACc8/ZivHrD0_8Ao/s1600-h/SDC11146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355091766612185266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbltiJ0LI/AAAAAAAACc8/ZivHrD0_8Ao/s400/SDC11146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbl0tB0FI/AAAAAAAACdE/AKDJsO-eCOQ/s1600-h/SDC11149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355091768536846418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbl0tB0FI/AAAAAAAACdE/AKDJsO-eCOQ/s400/SDC11149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEblZKGwFI/AAAAAAAACc0/89Tg3HLPuu4/s1600-h/SDC11142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355091761142612050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEblZKGwFI/AAAAAAAACc0/89Tg3HLPuu4/s400/SDC11142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbky2iyKI/AAAAAAAACcs/n5RRhjiDgEc/s1600-h/SDC11129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355091750860015778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbky2iyKI/AAAAAAAACcs/n5RRhjiDgEc/s400/SDC11129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonathan the stalker! But seriously, why woud anyone want to stalk Millie of all people?! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We queued for a whole 45 minutes before we were finally seated! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the food was really worth the wait! It's my third time dining there in two weeks and their ramen never once left me unsatisfied!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEYfRlWG5I/AAAAAAAACck/d8mGIlWhr74/s1600-h/SDC11160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355088357495282578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEYfRlWG5I/AAAAAAAACck/d8mGIlWhr74/s400/SDC11160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steer clear of dangerously hungry people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355088346460056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEYeoeV7KI/AAAAAAAACcU/QEARdJYckW0/s400/SDC11164.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355088351203360226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEYe6JO_eI/AAAAAAAACcc/PHCIyFjnq9g/s400/SDC11163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355091778261055954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbmY7dedI/AAAAAAAACdM/lVgLyC3dvGY/s400/SDC11165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355088334901932866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEYd9aq80I/AAAAAAAACcE/n9BeluNmRfA/s400/SDC11182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dessert dessert! I so so love their homemade matcha ice-cream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEVjy3vB7I/AAAAAAAACb0/Iwt00c2dw4k/s1600-h/SDC11188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355085136615376818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEVjy3vB7I/AAAAAAAACb0/Iwt00c2dw4k/s400/SDC11188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355085127554597122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEVjRHegQI/AAAAAAAACbs/PyQAPa8FFoo/s400/SDC11190S.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Birthday Man is very pleased with dinner; so dessert is on him! Hooray! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEW1Q8HjNI/AAAAAAAACb8/pMBIxTfbzIs/s1600-h/SDC11191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355086536256228562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEW1Q8HjNI/AAAAAAAACb8/pMBIxTfbzIs/s400/SDC11191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The dark one sitting between jonathan and me was adopted from an ulu malaysian kampung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Debbie, Millie and Jonathan! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEVimCGiyI/AAAAAAAACbc/RMqDa9kFKGg/s1600-h/SDC11198A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355085115989330722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEVimCGiyI/AAAAAAAACbc/RMqDa9kFKGg/s400/SDC11198A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEVieltwUI/AAAAAAAACbU/XULkuHWHdf0/s1600-h/SDC10897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355085113991217474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEVieltwUI/AAAAAAAACbU/XULkuHWHdf0/s400/SDC10897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7131836991301300760?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7131836991301300760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7131836991301300760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/07/daddys-birthday-dinner-in-advance.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SlEbltiJ0LI/AAAAAAAACc8/ZivHrD0_8Ao/s72-c/SDC11146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-439617413860179341</id><published>2009-07-02T03:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T04:49:59.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MELLA! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrendously late pictures! Carmella's birthday surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Birthday Sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Mella already knows how much I love her, so no mushy stuffs this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353586487414105170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCi7imJFI/AAAAAAAACZs/nuPirQmJ7MQ/s400/SDC10893.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCkAXcb4I/AAAAAAAACaM/nuVi9sU9OZc/s1600-h/SDC10939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353586505889378178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCkAXcb4I/AAAAAAAACaM/nuVi9sU9OZc/s400/SDC10939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCjK4489I/AAAAAAAACZ0/oXy1l5uJzgs/s1600-h/SDC10897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353586491534144466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCjK4489I/AAAAAAAACZ0/oXy1l5uJzgs/s400/SDC10897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCjprS5CI/AAAAAAAACZ8/cUe2p1mUNAk/s1600-h/SDC10909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353586499798623266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCjprS5CI/AAAAAAAACZ8/cUe2p1mUNAk/s400/SDC10909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvDLOsf08I/AAAAAAAACac/IoTH9SgvVwQ/s1600-h/SDC11058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353587179750675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvDLOsf08I/AAAAAAAACac/IoTH9SgvVwQ/s400/SDC11058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO ON A HOLIDAY BADLY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrggghh, to buy or not to buy? Thats a question&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-439617413860179341?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/439617413860179341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/439617413860179341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-birthday-mella-3.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvCi7imJFI/AAAAAAAACZs/nuPirQmJ7MQ/s72-c/SDC10893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3256839413368503153</id><published>2009-07-01T05:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:24:53.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 박정수! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;나는 당신을 영원히 사랑할 것이다 ! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvTPogCLII/AAAAAAAACak/mpwwcjPJNYg/s1600-h/normal_Lee%20Teuk%20-%20uniform%20salute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353604847583243394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvTPogCLII/AAAAAAAACak/mpwwcjPJNYg/s400/normal_Lee%2520Teuk%2520-%2520uniform%2520salute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you do too! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3256839413368503153?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3256839413368503153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3256839413368503153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SkvTPogCLII/AAAAAAAACak/mpwwcjPJNYg/s72-c/normal_Lee%2520Teuk%2520-%2520uniform%2520salute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6946179711812241972</id><published>2009-06-16T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:30:57.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s crazy; my life is in a crazy mess right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I love my boyfriend but I know he’s may not just be the one and we’re pretty much not meant to be. So how now brown cow? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth am I being such a hard to please irritating potato? What’s wrong with being normal? Why do I keep dreaming of romantic escapades? What’s with my romantic fantasies about having entering an impulsive romantic relationship when I have such a faithful simple boyfriend being by my side?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I seriously don’t have any interest in putting up with wannabes and all the bullshit you give me. Like seriously, if I could scream at you; I would. Don’t push me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I ask myself, why am I behaving so unlike me? And I’m feeling guilty over the fact that I’m becoming very dependent on Mella and Yau for emotional support. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just PMS-ing?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. My internet connection is driving me crazy! If not I could blog about Denson and Norris’s farewell party and cheap wine sleepover at Yau’s place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6946179711812241972?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6946179711812241972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6946179711812241972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-crazy-my-life-is-in-crazy-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5615639342132912214</id><published>2009-06-09T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:37:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music VS Fashion</title><content type='html'>Happy because VS Sasoon has finally decided to return to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanking new packaging !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly the stubborn cripple didnt believe me when I told her I was buying shampoo; because it had "Fashion VS Music" printed on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Si1w8XctlVI/AAAAAAAACZk/bsq_0BMwKnk/s1600-h/SDC10694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Si1w8XctlVI/AAAAAAAACZk/bsq_0BMwKnk/s400/SDC10694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345052515147552082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly: "But it has "Fashion VS Music" printed on top! Inside got free  MP3?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having first tried it in Taiwan together with Jenny!&lt;br /&gt;She was like studying all the shampoo brands in Watsons&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; (Taiwan)&lt;/span&gt; before concluding that this was the shampoo brand that was mentioned in NRWZD &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(A Taiwanese Variety Show)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, I'm not sure whether the shampoo was meant to be shared between the both of us; but I tried using it one evening and decided that I quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Sorry Jenny if the shampoo was not meant to be shared!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny even packed a bottle home despite me insisting that they do sell this brand back in Singapore.  &lt;p&gt;Thank goodness she did not listen to me for I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so so wrong!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently Singapore stopped selling this brand a few years back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm not sure about the reason; but and because it does not matter anymore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY?! BECAUSE! *drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VS SASSOON IS NOW BACK! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Still got $7 discount luh! &gt;.&lt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! :D YAYAYAY!&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/8170708570506688868-5615639342132912214?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5615639342132912214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5615639342132912214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-vs-fashion.html' title='Music VS Fashion'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/Si1w8XctlVI/AAAAAAAACZk/bsq_0BMwKnk/s72-c/SDC10694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5668595954851057945</id><published>2009-06-07T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:09:23.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Lord is with you wherever you go</title><content type='html'>Life's a strange teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons taught are so hard they knock the wind out of you. Like a typhoon that tears through your soul, sweeping in with such seismic force, creating absolute mayhem before making a grand exit out of the door; leaving you bewildered and lost to pick up the pieces of what’s left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was informed of some very heartbreaking news this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen her, spoken to her or even got to know her; all I ever knew about her was that she was a child of our heavenly father and testimonials of her understanding nature.&lt;br /&gt;But despite not knowing her, just having someone tell me of her current situation is enough to hit me real hard. It made me sit back and evaluate my purpose in life. What is his purpose for me? Will I be taken home should I have completed my purpose in life? Am I living a life pleasing to the eye of the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I’ll keep her in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Be strong and of good courage; be not afraid nor dismayed for the Lord is with you wherever you go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Joshua 1:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-5668595954851057945?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5668595954851057945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5668595954851057945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-strange-teacher.html' title='For the Lord is with you wherever you go'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-1798907291313424221</id><published>2009-06-06T03:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:39:39.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 super junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SirEA4Bh7qI/AAAAAAAACZE/IzzV-_vGD5Y/s1600-h/superjuniorwallpaper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SirEA4Bh7qI/AAAAAAAACZE/IzzV-_vGD5Y/s400/superjuniorwallpaper3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344299427146362530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lee Teuk! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://super-kpop.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://super-kpop.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for their very-well-done suju poster! (:&lt;p&gt;&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/8170708570506688868-1798907291313424221?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1798907291313424221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/1798907291313424221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-super-junior.html' title='&lt;3 super junior'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SirEA4Bh7qI/AAAAAAAACZE/IzzV-_vGD5Y/s72-c/superjuniorwallpaper3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7537807786301288939</id><published>2009-06-05T01:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:48:47.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Pointless Blog Entry - Take 2</title><content type='html'>It’s like cheating, nothing interesting to blog about lately (other than the fact that Vincent is having white hair.) so I’m like trying to squeeze something out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;By daaa way, everything in this post happened within today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so going to gain weight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an hippo when I looked into the mirror a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: EAT LESS LOSE MORE (I've been eating a lot lately!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I make a good sales woman! Like I totally managed to find two buyers for the three puppies in like 4 days and 2 viewing sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Johnson is a horrendous photographer! This gets on my nerves sometimes because he can’t even take nice pictures of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of those horrid photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimKWGUKcyI/AAAAAAAACYk/1NZ2GFZq-vA/s1600-h/104SSCAM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimKWGUKcyI/AAAAAAAACYk/1NZ2GFZq-vA/s320/104SSCAM2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343954545108742946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRHHHH! But I still love him dearly! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppies picture taken by moi! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFPAxoWzI/AAAAAAAACXk/smQtoGeZhlE/s1600-h/SDC10588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFPAxoWzI/AAAAAAAACXk/smQtoGeZhlE/s320/SDC10588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343948925804501810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFPQ5pdxI/AAAAAAAACXs/La2_ZcxPZNc/s1600-h/SDC10563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFPQ5pdxI/AAAAAAAACXs/La2_ZcxPZNc/s320/SDC10563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343948930133096210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They’re like so freaking tiny for goodness sake; and so lovable! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFPymvDOI/AAAAAAAACX0/afMfs5LZftg/s1600-h/SDC10574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFPymvDOI/AAAAAAAACX0/afMfs5LZftg/s320/SDC10574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343948939180575970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFQKGxIPI/AAAAAAAACX8/1tN-wtFxF7w/s1600-h/SDC10578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFQKGxIPI/AAAAAAAACX8/1tN-wtFxF7w/s320/SDC10578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343948945488945394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had supper with Johnson and the whole company ( Johnson, Denson, Norris, GH, Vincent etc) just now. Quite amused since it's rare for all of them to sit down for food this days due to army, work etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a empty seat, how nice if Cunjie wasnt in army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt kind of incomplete without him (mushy too), and Johnson seemed to be secretly waiting for his call since yesterday. I'm just guessing thou. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother cooked Teriyaki Chicken for the whole family today! :D Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was rocking and cuddling the puppies while watching telly just now; and when my mom asked him what he was doing, he said he was trying to keep the puppies warm. Awwww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injured Truffle seems very curious; seeing the visiting puppies, my facial wipes  and that fact that I am still awake despite it three hours in 6th June 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFQLY78wI/AAAAAAAACYE/cx8L4vEfAMY/s1600-h/SDC10589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimFQLY78wI/AAAAAAAACYE/cx8L4vEfAMY/s320/SDC10589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343948945833587458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimHwCLEwAI/AAAAAAAACYM/8-az2vUnm7g/s1600-h/SDC10605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimHwCLEwAI/AAAAAAAACYM/8-az2vUnm7g/s320/SDC10605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951692138594306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Truffle Baby! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly excited that I may be doing something very cool to my face soon!&lt;br /&gt;(im a shameless vain pot :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, nothing plastic for me but; teeheehee, I can’t seem to control my excitement!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will share after everything is confirmed and stuff okay! :D Excited x 1000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine mentioned that I’m somewhat competing with those people thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize how competitive I’m by nature. Cause may be I’m like competing subconsciously without realizing it. Mmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeee Jasmine plenty plenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, Teukkie came to Spore and I actually missed him! Shiat! /: *pinch jasmine*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I use to think that Norris was a VIRGO but apparently he is a LIBRA! Woohooo! Clap hand enthusiastically! YAY! I love Libras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I overheard Johnson and Vincent complaining/talking about how horoscopy I am! They thought I couldn't hear. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson saw me chatting on MSN with Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like totally sat there while I typed and remarked that we seemed very close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied himself after. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think he's jealous thou! mmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days to Desiree’s 19th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIREE TAY: If you’re reading this which I think youre not cause you don’t support your blog as much as I support yours! Pssffft! I’ll transfer you back your money by this month okay! PROMISE! Cause if I don’t I’ll reincarnate and turn into your pet turtle in my next life. Am feeling damn guilty of owning you money! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;***  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so guilty about forgetting Mandy’s birthday! SHIAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note to self: Remember to ask her out for dinner soon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS MY COUSINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimHwlgdOxI/AAAAAAAACYc/zB6KNArNdy0/s320/2582_68867356003_708531003_2208060_6zbdaghzbdfa082896_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343951701623520018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info: The two on the extreme left are not my cousins but they gave birth some of my  fellow beautiful cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST ENDS ABRUPTY WITH MY FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimHweIM4pI/AAAAAAAACYU/pTB4bYFpgK8/s1600-h/SDC10598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I heart how my cheekbone contours my face in this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Breakthrough okay; I've never liked my cheekbone previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excited! May be watching Angels and Demons tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid Josh dumped me and watched it without me! Bugger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, NIGHT NIGHT! :D&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/8170708570506688868-7537807786301288939?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7537807786301288939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7537807786301288939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-random-post-its-like-cheating.html' title='Long Pointless Blog Entry - Take 2'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SimKWGUKcyI/AAAAAAAACYk/1NZ2GFZq-vA/s72-c/104SSCAM2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7839141735399660168</id><published>2009-06-03T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:35:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cunjie is enlisting into army tomorrow and it sucks big time for Johnson; I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering how close they are, I guess Johnson will be missing this very good friend of his for the two weeks to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I will miss Cunjie for godzilla's sake! &gt;.&lt; Furthermore Johnson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’ll miss you Cunjie! See you in two weeks time!” :’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson and I had a major fight this week which ended up in a time up. -.- (I think we were just bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congratulations to Yau and whoever betted that we will make up within three days! *shake hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WON THE BET WITH NO PRIZE! WOOHOO! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mommy went, “So you and Johnson should be okay by today already right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhhhh. Our quarrels hardly last and I think Eshlyn &lt;3, Yau &lt;3, Mella &lt;3 and the whole wide world should ignore me should I call you crying in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont do that to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll hate you for that! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life I getting interestingly mundane, but I so love what I’m doing right now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very very contented with life and will stay this way until my next PMS kicks in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and send my regards to the whole wide world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7839141735399660168?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7839141735399660168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7839141735399660168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/06/cunjie-is-enlisting-into-army-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7195656085845542449</id><published>2009-05-29T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:16:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watch this space; something hilarious happened on Thursday and you so gonna have to stay tune to catch it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna hit the beach tomorrow and omgggg! Sean's coming! Like after m.i.a-ing for foreverrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update soooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note againnn: I found this picture and /';&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SiBeFi9EcaI/AAAAAAAACXc/8JEPGBefMBg/s1600-h/612761113l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SiBeFi9EcaI/AAAAAAAACXc/8JEPGBefMBg/s320/612761113l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341372607436714402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I sooo sooo miss my secondary school days and tayting! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7195656085845542449?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7195656085845542449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7195656085845542449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-watch-this-space-something.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SiBeFi9EcaI/AAAAAAAACXc/8JEPGBefMBg/s72-c/612761113l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7407458962094614331</id><published>2009-05-25T06:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:51:41.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Truffle!</title><content type='html'>12 months ago, on this very fateful day (drama queen); Furry gave birth to seven adorable schnau-tzu puppies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having 3 female and 4 male puppies; However not all of them passed the sixth day after their birth. In the end, we were left with only 4 males and only 1 female puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were only five inches long. Their eyes were not yet opened; they wiggled about and would whine whenever they want milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, the puppies were to be brought up at my house as I had a more spacious balcony as compared to Johnson's kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially it was pretty easy, just changing of bedding and making sure they’re warm; Furry would see to their food and would lick them clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the horror began when they reach a month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously; taking care of 5 puppies is no joke! It was chaos! They chewed, tugged and ripped apart everything they could get their paws on! They jumped, fought and traumatized the fishes during their water feature escapades. They whined, bark and growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I was working at that time and conveniently left the work to poor mommy and mille! (And darling Johnson who would sneak into my house in the middle of the night to clean the balcony for me &lt;3)&gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO ANYWAY! HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY TRUFFLE!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnaVjGrWFI/AAAAAAAACXE/tmkF6eSQJzg/s1600-h/Truffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnaVjGrWFI/AAAAAAAACXE/tmkF6eSQJzg/s320/Truffle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339538896959789138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnaVeY1cKI/AAAAAAAACW8/yj_8Ya_yteQ/s1600-h/WR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnaVeY1cKI/AAAAAAAACW8/yj_8Ya_yteQ/s320/WR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339538895693770914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnaVDRQwLI/AAAAAAAACW0/X96atKqYezM/s1600-h/WQR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYKyrk0OI/AAAAAAAACWk/ce-fTVBJVac/s320/ssag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339536513139265762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYKirvq7I/AAAAAAAACWc/C8F8YhaYWB4/s1600-h/SDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYKirvq7I/AAAAAAAACWc/C8F8YhaYWB4/s320/SDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339536508845009842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYKVBQLYI/AAAAAAAACWU/LvfBZnaTGVk/s1600-h/sadf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYKVBQLYI/AAAAAAAACWU/LvfBZnaTGVk/s320/sadf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339536505177124226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYKH3iIwI/AAAAAAAACWM/wrX4XR6Jh-o/s1600-h/EWR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYKH3iIwI/AAAAAAAACWM/wrX4XR6Jh-o/s320/EWR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339536501646697218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYJ2ZhbzI/AAAAAAAACWE/PM0r5S8Rrv8/s1600-h/EW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnYJ2ZhbzI/AAAAAAAACWE/PM0r5S8Rrv8/s320/EW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339536496957419314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnbILT1mLI/AAAAAAAACXU/hxPcyn-GMHo/s1600-h/CIMG6061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnbILT1mLI/AAAAAAAACXU/hxPcyn-GMHo/s320/CIMG6061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339539766745864370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnbHyrHUxI/AAAAAAAACXM/7MVFhFAfaLc/s1600-h/CIMG6058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnbHyrHUxI/AAAAAAAACXM/7MVFhFAfaLc/s320/CIMG6058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339539760132608786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note: I AM BLOODY CHEESED OFF BY SOME SUCKER! As usual...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7407458962094614331?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7407458962094614331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7407458962094614331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-months-ago-on-this-very-fateful-day.html' title='Happy Birthday Truffle!'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShnaVjGrWFI/AAAAAAAACXE/tmkF6eSQJzg/s72-c/Truffle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7061276808729412310</id><published>2009-05-24T06:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:54:17.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the verge of FMT insanity</title><content type='html'>Dear FMT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do make yourself comfortable in my humble brain until Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you think that my brain is a little too small for you and understand that it is indeed a little more than cramp in there; but really! Please do put up with it until Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please with stars and cash cows on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always get out of my life after Tuesday but until Tuesday; please do behave and stay put in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that I'll thank you with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;XOXO Debbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-7061276808729412310?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7061276808729412310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7061276808729412310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-fmt-please-do-make-yourself.html' title='On the verge of FMT insanity'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-7635373998537623445</id><published>2009-05-17T05:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:54:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O$P$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB-AzLnuuI/AAAAAAAACV0/5pdHb3Zr0mY/s1600-h/SDC10421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB-AzLnuuI/AAAAAAAACV0/5pdHb3Zr0mY/s400/SDC10421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336904110638086882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you think I'm lying because of the $100 note in my hand;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A FUCKING FAKE! Yeah! Just like you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received my debit and credit and saving account's card statement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so freaking broke? Why do I have to check my wallet before even daring to buy lunch?! Why do have to count how much the additional gst will cost before ordering dinner?! Why do I even have problems choking up $9 to watch a freaking movie?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?! @#$%^&amp;amp;@#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand! I haven't been drinking or high dined lately, neither have I indulged in any crazy shopping spree so why am I so freaking broke?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I occurs to me that I have like $635 + worth of bad debts UNCOLLECTED and I supposed conveniently forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who own me money: COULD YOU KINDLY BE A LITTLE MORE CONSIDERATE AND PAY ME BACK MY MONEY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course some of you guys at least bothers to make an effort to pay over time, but some? The amount you own just stays there until a million light years passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't bother even asking or texting me whether I'm talking about you; If you think its you, please find a way to pay up. If not just continue reading with a clear conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I swear I'll stop lending money to people in future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the day, I'll always end up broke and always have problem getting my money back and it seems like everyone only cares about themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME I'M FREAKING PISSED BECAUSE IT REALLY SUCKS BIG TIME TO BE BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously sick and tired of being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make transfer the money back to my bank account asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really; please don't wait until I have to send you guys a text message around the lines of, "OWN MONEY PAY MONEY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My account number: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;209-31922-5&lt;/span&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/8170708570506688868-7635373998537623445?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7635373998537623445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/7635373998537623445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-who-own-me-money-kindly-do-zi.html' title='O$P$'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB-AzLnuuI/AAAAAAAACV0/5pdHb3Zr0mY/s72-c/SDC10421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3075924201362112564</id><published>2009-05-16T04:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:31:34.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was and am freaking pissed by some stuff that happened on Friday! I thought it was really extremely inconsiderate of you guys! Like considering how close we are, I think it’s freaking disappointing how no one spares a thought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just plain disappointing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick update on my current life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;16th May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I caught Star Trek! No regrets man! It was AWESOME! So good, I wouldn’t mind watching it another million times! Make that TWO million times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Oh, and thanks Yau (now known as Josh) for listening to me whine endlessly on the phone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB7bN0DK-I/AAAAAAAACVs/zTGQtFNK47k/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB7bN0DK-I/AAAAAAAACVs/zTGQtFNK47k/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336901265928694754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15th May: &lt;/span&gt;Shouko’s actual birthday was on the 16th May but because she already had plans on the actually day itself, we move our celebration to the 15th May!  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was it fun! We played cards, tanned (or rather Wendy and me tanned) and bitched on the beach! We had amazing Japanese cuisine for lunch before rushing off to catch a train! :D&lt;br /&gt;And despite the rushing and all, we managed to secretly buy a strawberry cake to surprise her later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun! Happy Birthday Shouko chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB1lKG2OGI/AAAAAAAACVc/-as2ToPw2qQ/s1600-h/Shouko%27s+Birthday+15.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB1lKG2OGI/AAAAAAAACVc/-as2ToPw2qQ/s400/Shouko%27s+Birthday+15.05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336894839662721122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;14th May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; K-boxing with Jelly and Wendy was a BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;To be very frank! I rarely have fun k-boxing with anyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But with this girls, seriously! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ultimate craziness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13th May:&lt;/span&gt;  Was Millie’s Birthday! Yes Millie, my irritating sister! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to buy her a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream in lieu of the cake and she actually finished the tub ALONE in like 2 hours MAX! Cannot believe it! Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a big hug and sloppy kiss to you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday Millie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB4ZRSE3gI/AAAAAAAACVk/AigJgPrl4wA/s1600-h/SDC10112d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB4ZRSE3gI/AAAAAAAACVk/AigJgPrl4wA/s400/SDC10112d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336897933965319682" border="0" /&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/8170708570506688868-3075924201362112564?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3075924201362112564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3075924201362112564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-and-is-still-freaking-pissed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/ShB7bN0DK-I/AAAAAAAACVs/zTGQtFNK47k/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-2551984293375081518</id><published>2009-05-10T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:29:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Sgb-j0u6HSI/AAAAAAAACUs/M2L8KB8CQhA/s1600-h/SDC10324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Sgb-j0u6HSI/AAAAAAAACUs/M2L8KB8CQhA/s400/SDC10324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334230700071197986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Sgb-kI_CN0I/AAAAAAAACU0/wlu1g80fE9Y/s1600-h/SDC10325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/Sgb-kI_CN0I/AAAAAAAACU0/wlu1g80fE9Y/s400/SDC10325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334230705507546946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAPPY MOMMY'S DAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You're forever my loving yet naggy mommy!&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forever be your loving irritating daugther!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with Daddy, Millie and Jon Jon!&lt;br /&gt;We wiill make an awesome family! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-2551984293375081518?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2551984293375081518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/2551984293375081518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mommys-day-d.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/Sgb-j0u6HSI/AAAAAAAACUs/M2L8KB8CQhA/s72-c/SDC10324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-5376453181978000831</id><published>2009-05-09T03:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:22:56.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SgXTYos0s8I/AAAAAAAACUc/8O6GzfMMhUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SgXTYos0s8I/AAAAAAAACUc/8O6GzfMMhUQ/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333901753885963202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're going along the lines of, "WTF is Debbie thinking?! What's with the ugly one piece swimsuit?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, go ask Tan Chong Jun Johnson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Tan Chong Jun Johnson didn’t like me to wearing my Bikini to the swimming pool; thus the swimsuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like freaking embarrassing! Cause like almost 85% of the female population swimming was donning a two piece! And also because of my recent weight lost, my one piece swimsuit is like freaking loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, a billion thanks to Denson for inviting us over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, also a trillion thanks to Cunjie for making for us wanton! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we had like dinner-supper together (Johnson, Denson, Cunjie, Dennis and Sze Yun) last night at this place which serves really good teochew porridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over dinner, they actually presented us with a bottle of Shiraz to celebrate our anniversary! Really thoughtful wasn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really thankful for Cunjie, Dennis, Norris and the whole bunch of people. Over the years, they have been standing by Johnson. They have been showing Johnson another kind of concern and consideration over the years, one that even I can never replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SgZ_8CemU5I/AAAAAAAACUk/lrYgUFbSYYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SgZ_8CemU5I/AAAAAAAACUk/lrYgUFbSYYQ/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334091478101021586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I freaking look retarded! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway… today is like 09th May once again! Sooooo… This means a Happy 4years Anniversary to Johnson and me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Letter to Johnson in lieu of the missing Anniversary Present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Johnson (My stupid boyfriend),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you for putting up with my horrendous tempers, temperamental mood-swings and cranky PMS-es for the past 4years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t say that we were made for each other. We were both brought up in extremely different family backgrounds, we had different beliefs, associated with different kind of friends and we even had a slight language barrier at the beginning our 4years relationship. There were so many obstacles and differences we had to overcome, and I had to admit that I was really taken aback when our differences became more and more obvious with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember telling myself sometimes 4years ago, that since the chances of us being together for long is so slim and since I still wasn’t really very much in love with you; I concluded that I shouldn’t and wouldn’t put too much effort and emotion into this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go laugh Johnson! But that was the foolishness of the self-centered 15 year old girl I once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What changed that thought of mine was really simple. You gave your whole heart to me, loved me unconditionally and despite me childishly insisting that I didn’t love you a 100%, actually I already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that one time you went on a holiday to china with your family? It was first time you left me and as stupid as it sounds, I remembered hugging Frappe, crying on the day you left. The emptiness I experienced throughout the seven days was evident; I couldn’t do without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember how I once woke up in the middle of the night in tears because I dreamt that you had passed on and I had no means of contacting you because you were in Malaysia. After that I even made you promise that you wouldn’t die before me because if just dreaming of your passing was so hurtful, I wouldn’t know how to survive reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my strong-headedness, I started to realize how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I started to reflect on how much I took you for granted and how far you’ve gone in order to make me happy. How you emptied your coffers in order to fulfill all my wants and demands. How I made life so difficult for you, but yet you put up with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our relationship’s future sake, I knew I had better learn to treasure you.  I sincerely want us to be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started making changes, learned to curb my temper and most importantly, I learn to feel for you. You became the precious silly boyfriend I would never bear to hurt. I started to stop complaining about your flaws and imperfections; but instead started accepting them as who you are, the Johnson I so love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, I could never have give mine whole heart to anyone, for I fear being hurt. But with you Johnson, I know you’ll never hurt me intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both were imperfect, but because we came together; we each make up for our short-comings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because of your support could I have survived the many hopeless situations I’ve been into.  Only because of your understanding, was I able to whole heartedly enjoy the time spent with my awesome family and friends. Only because I had you by my side could I feel so completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson Tan, I thank you for this beautiful 4years and the many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love, Debbie (Your lazy girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our anniversary need not be held at a classy up-town restaurant or be as romantic as a scene stolen from a movie, all we need is just you and me; we will create our own memories. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick! /: *sniffs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-5376453181978000831?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5376453181978000831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/5376453181978000831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-in-case-youre-going-along-lines-of.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SgXTYos0s8I/AAAAAAAACUc/8O6GzfMMhUQ/s72-c/IMG_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-8275460393797987372</id><published>2009-05-05T01:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:15:19.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the bathroom for two whole hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrashing of objects, the helplessness I felt as I dug my nails into my arms; hoping that the physical pain could help take away the hurt inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to suppressed the urge to scream, taking deep breaths as a million thoughts filtered through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fears and insecurities spilled as I went beyond the verge of breaking down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what. I really don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes turned red, my cheeks turned puffy, my face was filled with red blotches and my body filled with scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably one of the few times I cried so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-8275460393797987372?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8275460393797987372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/8275460393797987372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-broke-down-and-cried-for-two-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3491039900537400735</id><published>2009-05-04T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:32:03.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone love to think themselves as wise, patient, understanding and special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We judge people, make assumptions before dishing out conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many of us are really sincere? Who are those who genuinely care for your welfare and feelings? How many people would bother to protect you from the harsh reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just got hurt by someone's causal remark on something I've always held close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it sure hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3491039900537400735?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3491039900537400735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3491039900537400735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyone-love-to-think-themselves-as.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3166907923503880888</id><published>2009-05-01T01:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:18:58.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be honest, I really kind of regretted not joining my class for our class outing. Serious!&lt;br /&gt;But then again if I did went for the class outing with a bunch of people I don't really know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have missed out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SftDes91RLI/AAAAAAAACUU/QXclIjQttMo/s1600-h/SDC10176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SftDes91RLI/AAAAAAAACUU/QXclIjQttMo/s400/SDC10176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330928778668754098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; REALLY! Because nothing; and I meant NOTHING could ever beat a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUMBER PARRRTY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(with the coolest people on earth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&amp;amp; To don't people who thinks that the cools kids don't have true friends, please head back home and eat your socks because you're obviously living in bitter denial! Psssffft to loserrrrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy! The sleepover was held at my place, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(i realized that my living room looks damn small in the picture above) &lt;/span&gt;chips, sorbet, comfy cushions, drinks and good wine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to watch movies, catch up, chill out and play cute games till the sun rises on the east; but nooooooo! Those noobies actually all dozed off 15 minutes into the movie! (fyi it was only like 3.00am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssssfffftttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Mella had to leave at like early-in-the-morning the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, and I obviously couldn't wake up and ignored her when kept nudging me to wake up and open the door for her. I seriously didnt know what happened but she was apparently gone when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We officially woke up nearing noon and my fantabulous parent had bought us lunch and juiced oranges for us; so we had food and fruit juice the moment we woke up! Talk about being spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught Marley and Me (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;damn good show; really! Owen Wilson and Jennifer Anniston; both with their sunstreak blond hair and convincing acting. I could really feel the chemistry between them!)&lt;/span&gt;, had our yummy mango sorbet before Yau left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Yau left, Aicheang actually dropped by my house and I finally had the chance to officially break the ice and like really talk to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day would probably be meeting and really getting knowing Aicheang. Even though I have met him before previously, I haven't really had the chance to know him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Having to know him is pretty important because he has been Eshlyn's wonderful boyfriend for the past three years, and Eshlyn is important to me so it is really important to know Aicheang!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he really is a very nice guy. Sincere and very loving towards Eshlyn. It's really cute to see the both of them goofing around with each other and how they actually communicate with each other. It was really amusing to see how whereas Eshlyn and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(to a certain degree)&lt;/span&gt; are quite alike when facing with matters of the heart; Johnson and Aicheang sometimes also react pretty much the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I can say that Aicheang and myself are now friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Eshlyn and Johnson are now friends! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(as if my day wasn't good enough already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eshlyn, Aicheang, Johnson and myself actually sat down &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(duh!) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dinner together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so freaking surreal! I probably have dreamt of such a scenario because really, it was just pure joy and happiness. I felt so blessed to be able to have dinner with my closest girlfriend and have both our loves of our lifes sitting right next to us engaging in a conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson and Aicheang clicked with each other pretty well... ... or so I thought so. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(must make a mental note to check with Esh when I meet her tomorrow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least they talked and joked around&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (a little) &lt;/span&gt;with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm touched by the fact that Johnson actually cares about my friends! Because you-know-what-Eshlyn? He actually came to me and told me something about you tonight you know! I think that it was really thoughtful of him! I'll fill you in tomorrow then I see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end this post very abruptly because it's 4am and I'm freaking tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Please, and by the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mella, I would really have to agree with what Eshlyn wrote on her blog. I think it would be awesome if we could like really put aside time to be with each other. Like really make time to spend quality time together. After all we're a threesome, and it really wouldn't be the same without you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eshlyn, its JAPANESE KOIS! not COILS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Please click on the advertisement on top of my page! Why?! Oh, because I'm broke and I am in debt and I really do agree that Starhub really have pretty good promotional deals and because I know you love me! Pretty please with two cherries on top! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3166907923503880888?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3166907923503880888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3166907923503880888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-be-honest-i-really-kind-of-regretted.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SftDes91RLI/AAAAAAAACUU/QXclIjQttMo/s72-c/SDC10176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6436343870856714983</id><published>2009-04-28T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:49:19.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY FUCKING FORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ON EARTH DID I ALLOW MYSELF TO BE BURIED IN DEBT AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOO DEAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6436343870856714983?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6436343870856714983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6436343870856714983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-fucking-ford-how-on-earth-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-6763638584628830220</id><published>2009-04-25T14:06:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:22:11.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I AM SO HAPPY WITH MY LIFE NOW THAT IT HAS GONE BACK TO NORMAL AND I'M DOING NORMAL THINGS PEOPLE MY AGE SHOULD DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone smiled AND waved to me today SINCERELY! Not the usually "sian" plastered smile I usually recieve from some other people which makes me dislike them even more knowing they're such a... errrmm... sad pretender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to make friends with the one that smiled and waved to me! So I'll make an conscious effort to talk to her the next time I see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Johnson this and he was like hinting me on why I should be more friendly towards people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Some people I know also actually told me that I seem very unfriendly at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I'll probably go like, "HELLOOOO! I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME I'M UNFRIENDLY TO KNOW I'M UNFRIENDLY! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I felt that it's pointless to be toooo friendly towards strangers since I feel that friendships really does has something to do with fate. (Besides, I realise I'm pretty skeptical about people in general.) &lt;p&gt;If we're meant to be friends, then we will be! Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Eshlyn and Jenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eshlyn and myself were in the same primary and secondary school for 10 freaking years! Eshlyn, Mella and myself were in the same class in primary two; but guess what? We hardly spoke to each other until primary six whereby we became best pals. But things changed when Eshlyn and I entered secondary school. Despite being in the same secondary school for 4 years, we didn't even had a conversation after we completed secondary one. Some people would probably think that it was the end of our friendship; but no! After leaving school, we surprisingly re-bonded and are currently best of friends! Something I hope would never ever change!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is Jenny whom I really didn't have good feelings about, the first time we met! Same on the other end! She found me too chatty and full of bullshit. But then again! Who would have guess that we would unexpectedly become good friends and even went on a trip to Taiwan together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are also the people that I had made a special effort to reach out to. But seriously, what isn't meant to be, isn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would (should you bother to make the first move)/could really make every effort to befriend you; But after everything, it really still boils down to whether or not we are meant to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, no matter what happens, I'll always know that I'll have my closest friends standing right by me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cool enough, most of my closest friends are all Rosythians! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great primary school isn't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jenny and Yunnwen for dinner last night! :D&lt;br /&gt;Met the both of them at the Concourse, before Yunnwen drove us over to Dempsey Hill for dinner and some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Yunnwen! I don't understand how she allows people to bully her and not retaliate!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr! Pisses me off just thinking about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like there is a reason why people chose to take advantage of you; of all people! Because they probably know that you are one who have problem standing up for your own rights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she will be hopping over to a place whereby she will be far more appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunnwen is now in Malaysia, so I guess I'll have to wait for her to return before I can post Jenny's and Yunnwen's picture up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy that I'm on wonderful terms with my family! Gives me this warm and fuzzy feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love being able to sit down and share my day with my daddy!&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a corner complaining about random stuff that happened to me to my mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chatting with my sister!&lt;br /&gt;Heck! We even "buck-up" with each other every other friday so that we can hang out late before meeting each other somewhere to go home together! Really, I think we are so so much closer to each other now! :D&lt;br /&gt;My brother who is like me, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thanks to stephy&lt;/span&gt;; crazy over patapon! (: So basically my sibilings and I now speak patapon! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment is indeed the way to true happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-6763638584628830220?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6763638584628830220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/6763638584628830220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-so-happy-with-my-life-now-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-482256067930959409</id><published>2009-04-20T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:27:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I may sound over protective but I really get pissed off each time people takes advantage of Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging but Johnson REALLY is a very sweet guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving boyfriend who would give me everything he had, expecting nothing in return. The loyal friend who doesn't mind going an extra mile to help you. The silly guy who would stupidly believe you if you asked for $100 claiming that your whoever was hospitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my silly boyfriend! And THAT IS why I get so freaking pissed when people takes him for granted or takes advantage of his kindness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny ah, Johnson doesn't even seem at all annoyed! (He says he only feels a little upset) DAMMIT PEANUTS!&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/8170708570506688868-482256067930959409?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/482256067930959409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/482256067930959409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-may-sound-over-protective-but.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8170708570506688868.post-3650977879056654201</id><published>2009-04-19T02:24:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:29:09.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SezDcri2VaI/AAAAAAAACT8/YEC4x-_tiKI/s1600-h/CIMG8074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFf61J_TT2w/SezDcri2VaI/AAAAAAAACT8/YEC4x-_tiKI/s400/CIMG8074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326847356765099426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;She squeezed through the spaces in between the grills herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little princess got hospitalized yesterday! ):&lt;br /&gt;She had to be placed under observation and be put on drip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really pained us to see her crying and screaming for us to not leave her as the nurses pushed us out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandra was looking so at lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crying so badly we started to worry that it may trigger an asthma attack! I think she must be quite badly traumatized, because after that, it took some time before she dared to set foot on the hospital cot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lousy attempt to stop her from sulking, I offered her some of her favorite toys; But she actually brushed them aside and told me, "不要!... ... 回家!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her sooo upset really sucked BIG TIME! In fact, I was kind of reluctant to leave the hospital despite the fact that it was already way pass midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a trip down to the hospital to visit her again and boy am I glad when I saw that she was feeling better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xandra spent her day in bed "coloring", scribbling and playing with stickers! And when it was time for bed, she actually went to pet her soft toys to sleep, telling them to be good and "去睡觉 ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she adorable?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG! And and! According to her parents, before Johnson and I arrived, and after we left; She kept asking for the both of us! (: wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not-so secretly happy that she misses me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Xandra gets well REAL SOON and then we can go out on outings together again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Xandra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8170708570506688868-3650977879056654201?l=dqtj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3650977879056654201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8170708570506688868/posts/default/3650977879056654201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dqtj.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-little-princess-got-hospitalized.html' title=''/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01300909674970378878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_cFf61J_TT2w/SezDcri2VaI/AAAAAAAACT8/YEC4x-_tiKI/s72-c/CIMG8074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
