<?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-9106017057903046078</id><updated>2011-08-03T03:49:59.106+08:00</updated><category term='road trips'/><category term='movie'/><category term='conflicts'/><category term='weird'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='inspiring'/><category term='school'/><category term='(:'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>sue loves</title><subtitle type='html'>Bits and Pieces, Loves and Hates</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-5578071899763613323</id><published>2010-01-14T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:03:50.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>apple or orange?</title><content type='html'>Seems like you can really never have beauty and brains together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some superficial knowledge I got from reading some articles.&lt;br /&gt;Eating food with sugar helps activate the brains whatever and apparently makes it work harder to think.&lt;br /&gt;Then... on the other hand, eating too much sugar will cause aging? &lt;- Article from a magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... It's either you get dumb for not eating sugar, for not thinking but stay young, youth, pretty OR&lt;br /&gt;you eat sugar to be able to speak pearls of wisdom and look like an old hag with the sagging skin, wrinkles and all. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-5578071899763613323?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5578071899763613323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/apple-or-orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5578071899763613323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5578071899763613323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/apple-or-orange.html' title='apple or orange?'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-194532069740859814</id><published>2010-01-11T19:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:33:51.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>my birthday cake</title><content type='html'>My bf is a great cook, but not so much of a baker... Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to post this on my birthday but I guess I was lazy to upload the photos...&lt;br /&gt;On 6th Jan, 10pm, me and the bf went to buy ingredients for baking a cake. *points all fingers at him* He said he want to bake me a birthday cake. He wanted to bake a chocolate cake and not heeding my advice, decided to choose a difficult recipe which involves ingredients I've never known existed, so we just substitute them with another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fooling around with the batter, it's finally in the oven and looking good...&lt;br /&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0sH9d2CkVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GQTuVaWVfKI/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425438928662597970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then after 30 mins, the cake isn't fully baked yet because fork goes into the middle of "cake" comes out wet, so he decided to bake it for another 10mins, another 10mins, another 10mins...&lt;br /&gt;And horror! This is how it looks like after 1 hr...&lt;br /&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0sIkgbggCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SNrexwtzo30/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425439599371517986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cracked at the top, A big NONO...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we baked the cake for almost 2 hours and it's still kind of undercooked inside but I've decided to rescue it from the oven. It's going to turn to rock if I don't! So we nibbled at the cake!&lt;br /&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0sJb9dS5XI/AAAAAAAAAMk/y9QQQoYg-II/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425440552056448370" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it looks like with the chocolate whip cream all over it... &lt;br /&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0sJGAXjTqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/U20d7ITCFSg/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425440174880542370" /&gt; A bit disgusting I know, but it was already like 1am and we were too tired to do things properly...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Missing chunks of the cake in our stomach and digested!&lt;br /&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0sJ7VBGAII/AAAAAAAAAMs/xqEwU2Io4p0/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425441090956558466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining was thrown away... And the VERDICT!&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA, BF! my turn to give u points for the cake u baked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetic Quality: -5/5 (Negative 5 ok!)&lt;br /&gt;Taste: 3/5 (Not too bad if its not undercooked and soooo sweet, like too much sugar sweet, not the lovey dovey kind of sweet)&lt;br /&gt;Effort: 5/5!! (Really touched by the effort put in and trying to buy candles for me to blow off..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: Baking is not for you, please just stick to cooking... LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Disclaimer: Er-Erm, As you can see how badly the cake turned out, I want to clarify that I did not really participate in this baking. If I did, the cake would have been 90% better. Er-Erm.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-194532069740859814?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/194532069740859814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/194532069740859814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/194532069740859814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-birthday-cake.html' title='my birthday cake'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0sH9d2CkVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/GQTuVaWVfKI/s72-c/IMG_1058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-5889961557493062334</id><published>2010-01-09T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:37:02.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>short post</title><content type='html'>I'm touched that friends around me, ESP those whom I love, rmb my preferences and things I like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Chin bought me my fav choco and an accessory from my fav shop. :D And I merely said it like once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships are truly a blessing in everyone's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: It doesn't mean that I'm not sincere if I don't remember your preferences, I just really have a bad case of memory loss, can only rmb certain things for a certain amount of time. Its true! Sometimes, I don't even rmb my own bf's and family's birth date. Lousy, I know! But not intentionally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s p/s: I wana blog more but I'm very lethargic and uninspired recently, blame menses. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-5889961557493062334?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5889961557493062334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5889961557493062334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5889961557493062334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-post.html' title='short post'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-4208935475153554612</id><published>2010-01-06T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:17:02.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>new dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0R-1YyKIJI/AAAAAAAAAME/74mrtWZ6A3g/s320/Photo+65.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423599306911916178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0R-1Ntx1YI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NZyIV4q5aJE/s320/Photo+64.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423599303940756866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this dress. &lt;br /&gt;Wear it to meet debbie today. (:&lt;br /&gt;She is still as cute and pretty as ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know I posed awkwardly. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-4208935475153554612?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4208935475153554612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4208935475153554612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4208935475153554612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-dress.html' title='new dress'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/S0R-1YyKIJI/AAAAAAAAAME/74mrtWZ6A3g/s72-c/Photo+65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-6780118292567243831</id><published>2010-01-02T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:25:00.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Jan is my favourite month</title><content type='html'>I started 2010 with a BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like literally... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I walked into the balcony door at 3am not knowing it was closed. I wasn't drunk or anything, it was just dark and I guess the maid did a super good job at cleaning the doors, making it seem like there was virtually nothing there. And normally, she would leave the doors open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ended up with a bruise on my head, bleeding nose and broken toe nail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk, how clumsy can I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 2009 went by like a 100m sprint but somehow I feel that I've really grown spiritually. There are things which I regretted doing and words I regretted saying and things which I could have done better... but I guess realization is better late than never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have been wrong to try and run away from my family, might have been wrong in opposing the bf for whatever he says, might have been wrong in neglecting my friends... &lt;br /&gt;BUT to sum it all,&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate my family for being so supportive, the bf for being so tolerating and friends for being so caring... going through 2009 with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my birthday coming in a week's time!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-6780118292567243831?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6780118292567243831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-is-my-favourite-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6780118292567243831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6780118292567243831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2010/01/jan-is-my-favourite-month.html' title='Jan is my favourite month'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-7896568667117089722</id><published>2009-12-29T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:02:36.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>I'm a big tree now which you can rely on</title><content type='html'>My 2010 personal resolution:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take better care of my body - that means breakfast everyday, meals at proper timings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agree with myself more, stick by my decision and follow my intuition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love myself and not let others influence me to take away my focus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do away with procrastination! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are others like career resolution, family resolution, love resolution, etc... not listed BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm getting older because as you can see, I've decided I need to take care of myself more. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wo Zhang Da Le!!&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/9106017057903046078-7896568667117089722?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7896568667117089722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-big-tree-now-which-you-can-rely-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/7896568667117089722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/7896568667117089722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-big-tree-now-which-you-can-rely-on.html' title='I&apos;m a big tree now which you can rely on'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-945966620034708140</id><published>2009-12-28T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:40:49.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't lie nor procrastinate this time ok, I'm seriously working hard to get the cosmetic pouches selling. And they will be ready for sale in a few days time!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... squeal with me and wait patiently. Your co-operation is very much appreciated. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Ironic!! I always draw on the "right side" of the fabric (the side with prints) even though it's actually the wrong side to draw on because you are supposed to always draw on the side without prints.. tsk tsk, bad habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-945966620034708140?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/945966620034708140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-lie-nor-procrastinate-this-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/945966620034708140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/945966620034708140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-lie-nor-procrastinate-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-918926793852296010</id><published>2009-12-28T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:32:59.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Business Tactic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The top 3 most profitable business (in my opinion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;based on the amount of hard work and capital put in to gain profits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. The begger - $0 capital, don't need to maintain looks, don't need to sleep nor rest (maximize the no. of hours to "work") Just have to sit/lie there and daze. Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. The MAN selling tissues - some capital bringing in loads of $$$ without having to say anything. Just walk around and shove the tissues into some random stranger's face while they are eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. The WOMEN selling tissues - same reason as the MAN but because of much competition with other jie meis selling tissues in the same area so profit might be not as much. Also, sometimes have to sing to attract people's attention (Tissues tissues $1~~)... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;p/s: The above are just for laughs, based on own personal intuition and not through research nor surveys but... I'm sure many of you out there will agree with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-918926793852296010?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/918926793852296010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/business-tactic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/918926793852296010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/918926793852296010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/business-tactic.html' title='Business Tactic!'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-6425986529096169665</id><published>2009-12-23T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:30:36.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>For Sale soon...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I got my butt started, I made and will start selling cosmetic pouches soon, then save up for a new sewing machine, those which can embroid letters, about $2000 - $3000? (enough for a chanel 2.55 small!!). Digressing, if one cosmetic pouch is sold at $10, means I need to sell at least 300 for a new sewing machine! Then another 500 for my chanel 2.55 medium!! *faints*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ignore my blabbering, I was just too excited about my BlackBerry data plan being activated today! Ignore + Delete all the drama above and I just want to announce that I'll be selling handmade cosmetic pouches at either retail store or online very soon. *Grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some explanations(or excuses) about my delay on making clothes to sell, I guess I will need at least a team to start, someone to design(definitely not me, lols), someone to sew(sometimes my job), someone to boss around, market and receive payment(definitely me!!)... Okok, to sum it up, it's just a little complicating to start selling clothes now, thats why I want to start small as a try out first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-6425986529096169665?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6425986529096169665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-sale-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6425986529096169665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6425986529096169665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-sale-soon.html' title='For Sale soon...'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-6324619653742861309</id><published>2009-12-19T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:13:18.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>jas present update 2</title><content type='html'>Lols, after spending so many days thinking and doing, I'm finally like 80% done with Jas's present. Just need some final touch up tml. *whew*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be nothing much to some of you but you must understand this, to make the queen of procrastinations focus and do something for continuous days is like plucking a star from the sky ok? It's called a miracle!!! I took some lousy quality picture and desperately want to share but must give her surprise ma... hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, feel accomplished now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my fabric pinking shears!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Syz6out3pEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VJObpChDDVw/s320/Photo+58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416980029461996610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I don't look like some psycho with a pair of scissors right? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9106017057903046078-6324619653742861309?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6324619653742861309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/jas-present-update-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6324619653742861309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6324619653742861309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/jas-present-update-2.html' title='jas present update 2'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Syz6out3pEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VJObpChDDVw/s72-c/Photo+58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-2166932918708748641</id><published>2009-12-19T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:08:15.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>before I sleep...</title><content type='html'>It's weird that I enjoy buying buttons and pinking shears much more than clothes, skincare or cosmetics. =/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I just enjoy spending my money on hobbies than on myself, gives a sense of accomplishment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jas's birthday is coming, I have a surprise for her because her present will be... ... thoughtful! I spend alot of time thinking and going about it and seriously, you better like it. hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I enjoy spending time with the 4e2 peeps even if it means sitting at ulu dark alleys with spotlights in your face. Haha, I mean it la, people... I was just complaining and whining for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-2166932918708748641?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2166932918708748641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2166932918708748641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2166932918708748641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-i-sleep.html' title='before I sleep...'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-2003408509669820018</id><published>2009-12-17T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:22:44.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>phone loves</title><content type='html'>Eh, everyone should get a Blackberry! Seriously! And when you get your Blackberry, please ask me for my PIN so we can instant msg! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my BlackBerry, so does xianglong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-2003408509669820018?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2003408509669820018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/phone-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2003408509669820018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2003408509669820018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/phone-loves.html' title='phone loves'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-6071181046221728606</id><published>2009-12-16T14:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:24:20.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Random update</title><content type='html'>I just want to show this!&lt;br /&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Syh6f3rHZBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/p4utxRlmPYY/s320/Photo+32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713239852344338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a GIGANTIC teddy bear! I know I sua ku, never seen such a big teddy bear in my whole life before, it's almost as tall as me! I took this pic from the hp with my macbook's photo booth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, before I end this meaningless post, I will show my face with contacts on! These are freshlook colourblends bought from Ed's online store, wee-mart! Go to his website for cheap contact lens, the prices he offer is unbeatable, seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Syh6fRSohcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s8EhL85m0lo/s320/Photo+53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713229549110722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wee-mart.com"&gt;wee-mart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ED! you owe me a treat now. wahahaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: I know I have pouty lips! =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9106017057903046078-6071181046221728606?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/6071181046221728606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6071181046221728606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/6071181046221728606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-update.html' title='Random update'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Syh6f3rHZBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/p4utxRlmPYY/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-4558309615371240610</id><published>2009-12-09T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:06:21.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow choco drops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed but I feel extremely empty tonight... What's better than food to fill your stomach to take away the emptiness?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I peered into my refrigerator and found the snack Jas gave me few days back. I'm really grateful to her for it came in handy. It's sweet and nice with a mixture of saltiness from the tears that rolled down my cheeks... so Emo, I know... so I tried to smile for this picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ugly but I tried~&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Sx_KgWkLPVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/df5zHtPzuf4/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Sx_KgWkLPVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/df5zHtPzuf4/s320/Photo+49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413267934284561746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/9106017057903046078-4558309615371240610?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4558309615371240610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainbow-choco-drops.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4558309615371240610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4558309615371240610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainbow-choco-drops.html' title='rainbow choco drops'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Sx_KgWkLPVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/df5zHtPzuf4/s72-c/Photo+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-7938223024595447760</id><published>2009-12-09T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:33:12.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as i plan...</title><content type='html'>To have doubts in someone is just the beginning and the process of understanding someone, whereas complete trust is just... apathy in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete trust in someone is just completely knowing someone and won't be bothered by any of his/her actions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as you think complete trust is the right way of practice but the lack of concern and interest pains people around you and makes them want to isolate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, even to that extend, I guess that person will not understand or show remorse. What will a person without any emotions feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-7938223024595447760?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7938223024595447760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-i-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/7938223024595447760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/7938223024595447760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-i-plan.html' title='as i plan...'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-4041278253791409218</id><published>2009-12-01T16:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:23:39.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>somewhere beyond</title><content type='html'>On the surface and maybe a little beyond, I'm already tattered, torn, broken and dead... that's why I've been wandering aimlessly looking just for the basic essentials.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I believe what keeps me alive is because there's another me deep within waiting for re-birth. Another me who is full of life, optimism, passion and love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, I'm not talking about a baby deep within me, ok? I'm talking about soul. S-O-U-L, you know? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Ok, I didn't want this entry to end with a lame joke initially but I didn't want this entry to sound depressing either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-4041278253791409218?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4041278253791409218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/somewhere-beyond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4041278253791409218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4041278253791409218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/somewhere-beyond.html' title='somewhere beyond'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-2722499791356243964</id><published>2009-12-01T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:07:49.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>close to my heart</title><content type='html'>I've always look upon you as an elder sister and a guardian to me though you are merely 7 years older than me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad we are talking again... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9106017057903046078-2722499791356243964?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2722499791356243964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/close-to-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2722499791356243964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2722499791356243964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/12/close-to-my-heart.html' title='close to my heart'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-1360489457857235128</id><published>2009-11-29T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:21:39.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>she's calling...</title><content type='html'>I just need to learn how to look forward and love whatever decisions I may have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-1360489457857235128?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1360489457857235128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1360489457857235128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1360489457857235128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-calling.html' title='she&apos;s calling...'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-1161668462511917841</id><published>2009-11-25T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:55:16.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>What have I been busy with?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, didn't know that I'll get sick of shopping. lols.&lt;div&gt;Ok, maybe not exactly. I did buy some clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the point is, I wasnt busy with shopping the last few days, I was busy reading mangas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't a fan of manga last time but now I am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe if you are bored and stuck at home with nothing except a computer and internet, go &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy the mangas there. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just currently finished reading vampire knight and waiting for more chapters coming on feb 2010, PLUS I'm also watching vampire knight on youtube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone with the dvd and willing to lend me? :D~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-1161668462511917841?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1161668462511917841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-have-i-been-busy-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1161668462511917841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1161668462511917841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-have-i-been-busy-with.html' title='What have I been busy with?'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-2977703100490295502</id><published>2009-11-18T20:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:31:30.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>up up and away~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I painted my nails... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MATTE HOT PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SwPl4AxO59I/AAAAAAAAAKU/udMEZTWPVR4/s320/Photo+50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405416728216659922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice? (: Because of the nails, this picture is amazingly refreshing even though I'm makeup-less with messy hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Warning*, do not apply dark matte colours as it'll only look like you have fungus growing in your nail bed. *lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: last entry before I fly~ byebye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-2977703100490295502?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2977703100490295502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/up-up-and-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2977703100490295502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2977703100490295502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/up-up-and-away.html' title='up up and away~'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SwPl4AxO59I/AAAAAAAAAKU/udMEZTWPVR4/s72-c/Photo+50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-5269315983262473936</id><published>2009-11-17T10:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:29:03.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>New HairCut</title><content type='html'>I think I didn't mention that I had a haircut in HK. &lt;div&gt;Well, I was kind of persuaded to cut my hair and I'm absolutely pleased by HK hairdresser's skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hairdresser dropped 3 inches off my original hair length and I wasn't the least unhappy about it. The hairdresser gave me girly bangs and I just took it like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman. &lt;/span&gt;The best part was that I don't feel like I had a haircut!! You know how unnatural it feels most of the time after a haircut, I mean those which totally gave u a different look. Then you wait and pin for your hair to grow longer or at least for you to get used to it BUT the haircut which the HK hairdresser gave totally rock my leggings(because I don't wear socks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It IS the best haircut I've ever had in my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SwISnwQjGEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TG1_jYHSQGQ/s400/IMG00147-20091116-2127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404902976976525378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, the best part is that it only cost SGD 18 which includes, cut, wash, blow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I'm sorry that the picture is pixelated, taken from phone camera. And I did curl my hair a little (if not it's dead straight). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s p/s: I'm flying off to KL on 19th Nov, will update from KL then, bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-5269315983262473936?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5269315983262473936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5269315983262473936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5269315983262473936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-haircut.html' title='New HairCut'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SwISnwQjGEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TG1_jYHSQGQ/s72-c/IMG00147-20091116-2127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-2791524132567995768</id><published>2009-11-16T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:18:07.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short story</title><content type='html'>A little seedling aspire to become a big tree, just like that tree beside it. &lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, a big stone was on top of it and no matter how the seedling try to push it away, it doesn't bulge at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the seedling look at the big tree and saw several stones around the tree too. Curious, the seedling ask the big tree, "How did you grow so tall with so many stones around you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tree laughed and said, "My little one, you are meant to be like me. You are meant for big things, ignore the stones and focus on your own growth. When you are tall and big like me, you will realize that the stones are nothing compared to your size..."&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stones are like the obstacles in your life. When you are just a seedling, it seems like they are a big deal and you spend so much time trying to solve the obstacles but forget on your own growth. You will realize that when you focus on your own growth instead, the stones(obstacles) will just become smaller and smaller and eventually become harmless one day. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Flying to KL in a few days, I'll blog about my trips when I'm back from Malaysia~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-2791524132567995768?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2791524132567995768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2791524132567995768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2791524132567995768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-story.html' title='Short story'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-2176086882866117859</id><published>2009-11-01T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T03:19:19.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflicts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>It's not about changing someone.&lt;div&gt;Neither is it about attempting to change the situation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about changing self's thinking, and learning how to let go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, you can't have the best of two worlds and you will always be given what is best for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I will be given what is best for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: That's how the term happy go lucky come about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are happy with life without complains, you get lucky. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-2176086882866117859?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/2176086882866117859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-no-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2176086882866117859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/2176086882866117859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-no-no.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-8825791123481719130</id><published>2009-10-30T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:23:28.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>holidays~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Going for holidays with my family!! My dear aunt is coming along as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am going to BKK for 5 days 4 nights!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will stuff myself silly with mango sticky rice and shop myself crazy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone needs to get anything there? I will help to buy them back as long as there's a specific brand and item which you want.  (No clothes, no bags, no shoes, no heavy stuffs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PINK PUSSY, HERE I COME!!! (To all perverts: It's an accessories shop selling the most amazing and arty-farty kind of accessories. (:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, then, then, I'll fly to HK for my favourite po lo buns and streetside foods and shop H&amp;amp;M, SASA, RMK and SHU UEMURA! (same rules apply if you need me to help you buy something back from HK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I'll fly to KL to meet dear brother and dad for family reunion and maybe shop around again if I'm not too sick of shopping. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before coming back to SG, I'll probably drop by mum's hometown to pick up a few vintage pieces! She said my grandmother had kept her own teenage clothes in tip top condition, that's like 50-60 years old! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucker for old or vintage stuffs these days... &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: So... please be prepared for my disappearance for a month. (: I'll be back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-8825791123481719130?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8825791123481719130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/8825791123481719130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/8825791123481719130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidays.html' title='holidays~~'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-734877770279766664</id><published>2009-10-26T19:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:04:01.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>Long time no see....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SuWH3DrLIaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FLXpzni9EK0/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396869108422353314" /&gt;I love the NOV issue of HER WORLD magazine!! Yup, its the issue shown above.&lt;div&gt;It's NOT because of Jacelyn Tay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT because Ris Low was briefly mentioned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT because of the discount for collagen drinks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flip the pages to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SuWH3WhXhsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dQ5OVB-Blfg/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396869113481496258" /&gt;THIS!!! There are 2 samples for RMK's make up base. I read about this in the OCT issue and was hoping to get a sample or at least try out the make up base at RMK counter AND I was so granted the wish so soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really pleasant surprises in this issue, you get lots of samples like a perfume vial: Flower By Kenzo, Loreal Tanaka White Cream and of cos RMK's famous make up base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More about the base: It promised to hydrate your skin while keeping shine at bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SuWH3DrLIaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FLXpzni9EK0/s1600-h/IMG_1018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SuWH3-qoQOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sgVnctoH6kI/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396869124257759458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 2 are the samples, one is shade 00 and the other is shade 02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shade 00 is supposed to be colourless, just some colourless hydrating make up base which promise to make pores look smaller and keep shine at bay. I haven't try this yet because I started with the 02! Damm! I love it so much that I've decided to buy the full size soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shade 02 promised to do all the things shade 00 can do but it's tinted so that it can conceal mild redness. I have sensitive skin so there'r always this red tinge on my cheeks and though it can't cover them 100% but RMK's make up base really made my BB cream last longer and there's little shine at the T-Zone area at the end of the day. I used it today and it gives the same effect! I think I cannot live without it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To verify what I've said is all true, GO GRAB YOUR COPY OF HER WORLD NOV ISSUE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: There's a shade 01 which is supposed to brighten up the skin, but the sample is not given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s p/s: Wait for me~~ RMK make up base~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I know I haven't been blogging much recently because I've been awfully busy. Thought I'd write a short beauty post just to entertain and prove that I've been very alive. (Cos I'm a skin care and make up junkie, nothing keeps me more alive than them. :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been splurging on skincare recently, masks, serums, moisturizers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are my buys from strawberrynet 2 weeks ago. Just received them today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SuWH3WhXhsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dQ5OVB-Blfg/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SuWH4Ppn5GI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/y6BDFVm355c/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396869128816944226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YSL babydoll perfume, Nina Ricci Perfume and... Bobbi Brown PINK SHIMMERBRICK set with a face blender brush(have been on my wishlist for quite some time)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both perfumes smell perfectly for me even though I did not know how they smell like in real life before buying. It was on discount and I needed new perfumes because have just finished some bottles, such a steal! The trick to be able to finish your perfume without getting super sick with the smell is to buy the 50ml ones. They may be more expensive but you wouldn't want to spend more on a bigger bottle but not able to finish it in the end, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a long post already, I just want to add one more sentence. I LOVE MY BB PINK SHIMMERBRICK SET!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a happy girl... till next time. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-734877770279766664?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/734877770279766664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/734877770279766664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/734877770279766664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see....'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SuWH3DrLIaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FLXpzni9EK0/s72-c/IMG_1018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-9122872006337938660</id><published>2009-10-13T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:41:56.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiring'/><title type='text'>go as it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McQueen's Spring Summer 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E2FA325F-FB6B-40F7-893E-832FB23B2793/91503970_10.jpg" alt="91503970_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://C796EF31-A43A-4F39-BB18-F099D63263EE/91504014_10.jpg" alt="91504014_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://936CDD28-92AD-4FA1-9927-2D426CC5ABEF/91503859_10.jpg" alt="91503859_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E37DB307-C1C9-4C55-B75C-844ABF9ED64C/91504108_10.jpg" alt="91504108_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://6DD158D6-4719-4546-A18F-E2A38D1C0044/91520527_10.jpg" alt="91520527_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://6E971527-60DC-4A7F-9E58-D800331A4243/91503735.jpg" alt="91503735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So out of the world! And look at the second last picture, the model don't even look half naked(quarter naked maybe) at all, the clothes totally morphed into her and make her look like a creature like it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And I wonder how the models walked with heels like the last picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For more pictures and information, &lt;a href="http://www.fashionologie.com/5478314"&gt;click here&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/9106017057903046078-9122872006337938660?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/9122872006337938660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/9122872006337938660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/9122872006337938660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-as-it-is.html' title='go as it is'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-8413609184058603354</id><published>2009-10-12T20:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:01:20.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Perching on a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since the day I decided not to take up fashion design, I've been so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add on, I was really frustrated with human relations and so caught in somebody's negativity aspects in life awhile back that I became confused about my own development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing mummy's back, her generosity really amazed me. Maybe sometimes people forget that my mummy don't have to be nice to them at all, so they take for granted and starts to be demanding. (Charity doesn't demand you to donate to them, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.... I've finally found my direction again after much positive influences. (: And just like what K had said, the best thing is that I don't have to make myself sound so misfortunate anymore just to satisfy or match to other's misfortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Anyway, I was just thinking that someone is right about how she need to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;remind herself not to expect things back in return when she gives something&lt;/span&gt; because I suddenly remembered how she always expect some praises when she help out around in the house. I overheard her telling my mummy that she washed the dishes and she was the one who did it. Then everytime she feed or clean my dog, she will sms to tell me about it...  Hmmm, since she has so many presumptions about me, may I presume that she was expecting a thank you or some praises for her "good" deeds? lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we did in school last tuesday, some styling "competition", making use of whatever little accessories the whole class brought. It was fun though, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/StMyX0it_bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/287T1apIPvM/s1600-h/Photo+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/StMyX0it_bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/287T1apIPvM/s320/Photo+46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391708563715259826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/StMyXrjtWbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vitS3HR_0S8/s1600-h/Photo+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/StMyXrjtWbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vitS3HR_0S8/s320/Photo+45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391708561303493042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/StMyXUHGX5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/hGY_icopB7I/s1600-h/Photo+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/StMyXUHGX5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/hGY_icopB7I/s320/Photo+44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391708555009482642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not in the picture because I'm the one holding the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to pardon the poor resolution. Pictures were taken with a camera phone and then taken again by macbook's photo booth, I do not have the cable with me now to upload the pictures. lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, bye~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9106017057903046078-8413609184058603354?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/8413609184058603354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/perching-on-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/8413609184058603354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/8413609184058603354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/perching-on-tree.html' title='Perching on a tree'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/StMyX0it_bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/287T1apIPvM/s72-c/Photo+46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-4056069013526439253</id><published>2009-10-11T00:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:05:39.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflicts'/><title type='text'>conflicts are hard to solve</title><content type='html'>I was thinking if I should blog about this because:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm not really angry with this person anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I do not want to be reminded of this incident anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm prepared to bury everything and just delete her off my contact list because there's really no point in talking about it. What do I want? More lies to cover up for the previous ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have a friend, who analyzed this with me. We agreed that it's probably due to the lack of love she felt and maybe she just wanted some attention, and on the other hand, probably afraid that two of her good friends will end up being good friends and leave her out, so she has to tell some lies or exaggerate things to make people care for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said that she will never know where her problem lies if everybody just get angry with her and ignore her. This friend also said that even if I do not wish to have any contacts with her anymore, I should just tell her what's wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I haven't tried telling when we were still friends, I even said I believe that she don't mean the things she say and she should really try not to say anything if she doesn't have anything nice to say because people always misunderstands, But look at what happened in the end, a chance to attack me, maybe all I should have said is that she didn't do anything wrong, its the people who are wrong to treat her like this, and wrong to tell her that she's in the wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to just blog it out because I don't want her accusing me of scolding her, or hurting her and making her cry again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess she wants a response from me by blogging about me so she gets it, but she has really left out lots of important information. (She has already taken down all the relevant entries.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, she blogged this post about K always siding me just because he used to like me, even though she THINKS that I'm in the wrong, always bullying her and stuffs like. So she says that K is not a good friend because he doesn't side her and even said that she hears that K has a weird character but yet still befriended him but at the same time with the thought of deleting him from her facebook but K beat her to it and deleted her instead. K is wrong in a lot of ways and should therefore reflect on his mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess that makes her a victim and that she is a very noble person. From the things she told K, she left out bits and pieces of important information and tried to convince K that me and my mum are bad people, even going as far to show him all the text messages which I sent to her and insisted that I meant this and that even though I did not say anything like that in the message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So we are wrong to ask her to buy her own necessities, K is wrong to think that there's nothing wrong in this, the whole world who disagrees with her are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next entry, she blogged about me. She said that her friends were always scolding me but yet she is the one always defending me and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How noble... But she is contradicting here because she was the one who was trying to convince K to dislike me, how can she be the one who defends me next? Conscience pricking? And, I would really like to know how did you get your friends to scold me without you bad-mouthing me? If you really did defend me, that would mean that you do not think that I've harmed you and that means you wouldn't have gone and bad mouthed me in the first place. If you really did bad mouth me, why be such a hypocrite to "defend" me? Trying to show how noble you are again? Nobody goes so far to make someone scold their friends then turn around to defend them. It's like, "Today, Sue tripped me on purpose for nothing at all!! I fell down and had this big bruise on my knee. It hurts really badly now, I cried so much... but no, she's really a good friend, she's not a bad person, please believe me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really want to compare between how much I defended for you when we were still friends to how you "defended" for me when I found out that you had been backstabbing me, I will do just that with you. AND mind you, I so did not bad mouth you, your reputation was already bad to BOTH our friends who know you in real life, who knew you for more than 4 years, who knew what kind of person you are but warned me against you when they FOUND out that I was housing you. What about your friends and me? We don't even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If our problems started just because of some simple things like asking you to buy your own necessities, and telling you that you have to provide for yourself when you are out of your parents' house, then I wish I am very rich so I can just provide everything for you, you don't even have to pay me rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to talk about hurt, I feel even more hurtful when I got stabbed by you. And I don't understand how you can still ask me to go out with you happily but yet telling others at the same time how much harm I've done to you. I wouldn't want to go out with a person who harmed me, I don't understand how you could do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, you said you know I did a lot of things for you. But I never wanted anything back from you, get this clear so stop going round making it seems like I want you to repay me. I want nothing from you, no good things, no bad things either, I want nothing. I just feel so sore that you gave me a lot of bad things. Also, look into your own conscience, don't be so mean to drag my family or my boyfriend into this matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Don't ask me to burn the cup if I want to, that's very immature... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that I've tried my best to blog about this in a very calm manner. And I've already tried my best to get over this, I can accept lies, but not lies out to harm me in anyway. I thought I'm no longer angry but it turns out that I'm still affected, I still feel stupid even without friends telling me that I am. Mummy told me to accept it and move on because I should always feel grateful even to those who hurt me, since they made me grow up and be more open-hearted, that I can still be friends with anybody...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not so sure if I can just do that yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9106017057903046078-4056069013526439253?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4056069013526439253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/conflicts-are-hard-to-solve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4056069013526439253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4056069013526439253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/conflicts-are-hard-to-solve.html' title='conflicts are hard to solve'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-7450851117070778549</id><published>2009-10-09T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:31:19.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>a stranger's paws</title><content type='html'>Today, while on a bus, this man sitting behind me pulled my hair gently a few times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I thought I was hallucinating, then I felt the pulling again, so I thought he did it accidentally. Then, he did it again and again until I turned around and just in time to see in the window's reflection that the man was retrieving back his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, he pulled my hair gently and I was alighting soon (2 more bus stops) so I just didn't bother saying anything or doing anything except to move my whole body forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many weird people around....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-7450851117070778549?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/7450851117070778549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/dirty-paws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/7450851117070778549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/7450851117070778549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/dirty-paws.html' title='a stranger&apos;s paws'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-9023099836584090431</id><published>2009-10-07T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:26:15.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>something worth your time</title><content type='html'>Just did this personality test which Wendy gave to discover more about myself because I was confused with some paths to take. It's extremely true if you answer the questions honestly, it can be quite draggy but seriously worth a try...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the link -&gt; http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after completing the test, they will show u your some number and the type which you are, (You then need to click on the various sites for explanation on your type. Explore, click around for relationship and career), mine is INFP type, the Idealist, healer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(85, 85, 85);   font-family:Tahoma;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;All &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008254;"&gt;Idealists (NFs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; share the following core characteristics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: disc; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008254;"&gt;Idealists&lt;/span&gt;, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.&lt;p&gt;Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idealists are relatively rare, making up no more than 15 to 20 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 130, 84); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008254;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Healers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; present a calm and serene face to the world, and can seem shy, even distant around others. But inside they're anything but serene, having a capacity for personal caring rarely found in the other types. Healers care deeply about the inner life of a few special persons, or about a favorite cause in the world at large. And their great passion is to heal the conflicts that trouble individuals, or that divide groups, and thus to bring wholeness, or health, to themselves, their loved ones, and their community.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Healers have a profound sense of idealism that comes from a strong personal sense of right and wrong. They conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place, full of wondrous possibilities and potential goods. In fact, to understand Healers, we must understand that their deep commitment to the positive and the good is almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. Set off from the rest of humanity by their privacy and scarcity (around one percent of the population), Healers can feel even more isolated in the purity of their idealism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, Healers might well feel a sense of separation because of their often misunderstood childhood. Healers live a fantasy-filled childhood-they are the prince or princess of fairy tales-an attitude which, sadly, is frowned upon, or even punished, by many parents. With parents who want them to get their head out of the clouds, Healers begin to believe they are bad to be so fanciful, so dreamy, and can come to see themselves as ugly ducklings. In truth, they are quite OK just as they are, only different from most others-swans reared in a family of ducks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At work, Healers are adaptable, welcome new ideas and new information, are patient with complicated situations, but impatient with routine details. Healers are keenly aware of people and their feelings, and relate well with most others. Because of their deep-seated reserve, however, they can work quite happily alone. When making decisions, Healers follow their heart not their head, which means they can make errors of fact, but seldom of feeling. They have a natural interest in scholarly activities and demonstrate, like the other Idealists, a remarkable facility with language. They have a gift for interpreting stories, as well as for creating them, and thus often write in lyric, poetic fashion. Frequently they hear a call to go forth into the world and help others, a call they seem ready to answer, even if they must sacrifice their own comfort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=3&amp;amp;c=diana" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Princess Diana&lt;/a&gt;, Richard Gere, Audrey Hephurn, Albert Schweiter, George Orwell, Karen Armstrong, Aldous Huxley, Mia Farrow", and Isabel Meyers are examples of a Healer Idealists.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Sorry for the long post. (: And if you have read through everything, yes, the type of personality is probably very much related to the type of childhood you have. And mine is probably very affected by the unhappy childhood and I do feel inferior, do lack confidence and feel very much like a ugly duckling most of the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright! Just want to share this test, it's accurate for a few of my friends too, try it! And among all the things you discover about yourself, you get to discover about how you(each personality) deal with stress and relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-9023099836584090431?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/9023099836584090431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/9023099836584090431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/9023099836584090431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-this.html' title='something worth your time'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-4211713557712126626</id><published>2009-10-04T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:26:40.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Surrogates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Ssi88g0sRDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5hbx84hAOWU/s1600-h/surrogates_movie_poster_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Ssi88g0sRDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5hbx84hAOWU/s320/surrogates_movie_poster_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388764701937910834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just caught 'Surrogates' at the movie theatre. &lt;div&gt;No doubt having a robot replacement can save people's lives and give them second chances but it would be scary if the world really turn into what was shown in the movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is meaningful. Go catch it and give yourself space for imaginations. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-4211713557712126626?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/4211713557712126626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/surrogates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4211713557712126626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/4211713557712126626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/surrogates.html' title='Surrogates'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Ssi88g0sRDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5hbx84hAOWU/s72-c/surrogates_movie_poster_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-1321573591820271799</id><published>2009-10-02T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:55:36.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>baby brother</title><content type='html'>I really hope that I can give my baby brother something. He's going back tml and it's kind of sad. &lt;div&gt;I miss sitting down and having meals as a family. I haven't seen him for only 3 or 4 months and he told me that he don't dine at expensive places anymore but still, I've been bringing him to dine at restaurants and buying things for him so much so that people must have thought he's my "little white face" Lols! And I would buy him a car if I have the money to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's comforting to know that even with so many people doting on him, he's not your usual spoilt teen and is working hard for his own future. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my holidays are coming in 1 month 2 weeks time and I can spend more time with my family then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: I know I'm like supposed to be a young adult but it seems like I'm still very attached to my family and not grown up at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsYGCYCe9CI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W888LB9eZeE/s1600-h/IMG_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsYGCYCe9CI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W888LB9eZeE/s320/IMG_2031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388000642077750306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-1321573591820271799?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1321573591820271799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1321573591820271799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1321573591820271799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-brother.html' title='baby brother'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsYGCYCe9CI/AAAAAAAAAI0/W888LB9eZeE/s72-c/IMG_2031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-3621921200631719927</id><published>2009-10-01T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:57:25.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting the invitation letter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years of waiting stupidly, I tell you, good things don't drop from the sky, you have to ask for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my dear cousin ying for this, treat you to a meal someday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Life's too good to be true, but I'm loving it anyway. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-3621921200631719927?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/3621921200631719927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/3621921200631719927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/3621921200631719927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-5600891803650058621</id><published>2009-09-28T10:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:01:11.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I saw... .... &lt;/div&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-weight: bold;"&gt;Bike With Two Front Wheels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsAkJDnua1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/IAXE2O88c9o/s1600-h/buddy_bob_moma_lot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsAkJDnua1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/IAXE2O88c9o/s200/buddy_bob_moma_lot.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344892344462162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsAj1sx1ARI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pkROgc2n4UI/s1600-h/09_Brudeli_Leanster654L005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsAj1sx1ARI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pkROgc2n4UI/s200/09_Brudeli_Leanster654L005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386344559795306770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.noagelimitpiaggio.us/wp-content/uploads/image/Davey/buddy_bob_moma_lot.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noagelimitpiaggio.us/wp-content/uploads/image/Davey/buddy_bob_moma_lot.JPG"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raptorsandrockets.com/images/Various/Brudeli/09_Brudeli_Leanster654L005.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bottom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the two front wheels when the bike swerves! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to this Piaggio &lt;a href="http://londonbikers.com/articles/6178/the-piaggio-mp3-the-three-wheeler-with-two-front-wheels"&gt;&lt;u&gt;source&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click to read more) about their Motorbike with two front wheels, apparently, this had been out since 2006, I must have stayed at home too much not to notice them on the road in SG (If there were any).:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Right, it’s said that the Piaggio MP3 is designed with safety and stability in mind and that Piaggio wanted to provide more road grip and more stability. In fact, on all of these levels, they wanted to do what no two-wheeler could try and match. The MP3 also has been blessed with power and performance, with all these elements in place, its ease of use should make for an extremely entertaining and compelling ride, even to those who are not too sure about getting on even two wheels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Piaggio MP3 re-defines the very notion of ride stability to provide an unparalleled riding experience with its two front wheels design. The front assembly, with two totally independent wheels that tilt, is said to be significantly more stable than any scooter. It grasps the road, providing the rider with the most performance possible and with total safety...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no class today because there was some special event in school but still, I woke up at 7a.m. to go jogging. It feels great and I'm going to live a healthy lifestyle from now on, no more 'couch potatoes' days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lols, anyway I find it funny that people associate exercising with the intention to slim down or not eating as the intention to diet. And so, I've heard from friends' friend who told them that I used to diet but I never felt that I need any dieting. The reasons which I can give when I'm not eating or eating much will be, 1. laziness, 2. no appetite due to stress, 3. gastric problems. And hey, if I was really dieting, I wouldn't have gorge on ice cream, chocolates and titbits, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't judge me cos I'm small sized and skinny, ok? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106017057903046078-5600891803650058621?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/5600891803650058621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5600891803650058621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/5600891803650058621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-away.html' title='run away'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/SsAkJDnua1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/IAXE2O88c9o/s72-c/buddy_bob_moma_lot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106017057903046078.post-1279919166697634234</id><published>2009-09-26T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:16:18.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Sr-c9X2o7HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RQqiuvz7YGc/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Sr-c9X2o7HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RQqiuvz7YGc/s320/Photo+40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386196257547545714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the most blissful person around, I have the most supportive family, have many many true friends, have the most loving bf around, have considerable ample amount to spend, have a passion for what I'm doing, have a good future in front of me!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, blissful to the extend that I don't feel lonely even when I'm alone. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can be blissful too if you truly appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; And this being the first post, I want to say that I can put two glasses of water and get two person to judge if it's half-filled or half-empty. One being the optimistic can say that it's half-filled and the one being the pessimistic can say that it's half-empty. The same glass of water, but two very  different thinking, same as the thoughts I may come to write in my blog. If you choose to relate to it from the negative point of view or pick the wrong values from it, I can't do anything about it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9106017057903046078-1279919166697634234?l=sueloves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/feeds/1279919166697634234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1279919166697634234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106017057903046078/posts/default/1279919166697634234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueloves.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>sue</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Z0m5JUcT-Ig/Sr-c9X2o7HI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RQqiuvz7YGc/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
