<?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-1619414425859345858</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:50:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TinkerTonkerBell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5513676864350276159</id><published>2010-10-13T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:42:38.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/TLWmXKrsUrI/AAAAAAAAARw/yfBWSgPxypg/s1600/72522_476330877596_653757596_7380450_5219057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527507034601968306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/TLWmXKrsUrI/AAAAAAAAARw/yfBWSgPxypg/s320/72522_476330877596_653757596_7380450_5219057_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lovely Simon bought 2 bikes for each of us, a blue one for me and a black one for himself:) I think the black one is too small for him! his legs were spread wide apart and he paddled like a ducky haha. An impromptu decision by him *&lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;*. I am so amazed at how Simon sets his eyes and mind on things almost instantly. I was still examining the structure of the bikes and deciding on the colour when he told the uncle he was getting both (in less than 5 minutes!!!!!) we wanted to ride from Hougang to East Coast yesterday but it was too tedious for me, had to push the bicycle half way through the journey instead, so we made a U-turn back. I am going to make sure the both of us ride our way through one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another 3 months of school vacations have arrived and these is the 2nd week through. I have been thinking of the possible activities Simon and I could enjoy together and places which we could explore and learn of together, but nothing seems to be coming to my mind. The immediate images I could think of are food, town, movies and .... oh my gosh, i think i lack the creative juices to plan meaningful experiences for both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-5513676864350276159?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5513676864350276159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-simon-bought-2-bikes-for-each-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5513676864350276159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5513676864350276159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-simon-bought-2-bikes-for-each-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/TLWmXKrsUrI/AAAAAAAAARw/yfBWSgPxypg/s72-c/72522_476330877596_653757596_7380450_5219057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-8358257512513066394</id><published>2010-09-04T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:53:28.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What to write about? Life is back to usual after returning home. Home, school, home, school... etc Kinda boring though. Projects starts piling up now, when will I see the daylight again? &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT To think that I am graduating with a degree in another 10 months time, kinda make my heart skip a bit. Never in my entire life did I ever dream of this day :) and after that? work I guess. Time flies really fast when I am trying to forget about it, in a blink of "many" eyes, I am turning 22 soon. I guess I am not getting too hype up over birthdays anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to go some where far far away some day, with ming, pa, ma, wei wei and simon. when is the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512931650266356834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/TIHeII0iXGI/AAAAAAAAARg/ANJ8LbOvFUQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512931659353762834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/TIHeIqrJLBI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y48_E8Z-98g/s320/untitled+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-8358257512513066394?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8358257512513066394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/09/but-to-think-that-i-am-graduating-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8358257512513066394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8358257512513066394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/09/but-to-think-that-i-am-graduating-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/TIHeII0iXGI/AAAAAAAAARg/ANJ8LbOvFUQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-8764890835035582324</id><published>2010-07-02T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:25:45.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss home. I have never felt this miserable in my entire life. As we strolled down the Chinatown street in Boston on Tuesday, I saw a number of young Asians (probably in their teens or early 20s) rushing home from work, eating at food stalls, crossing the pedestrian etc. I was immediately overwhelmed with emotions. I wonder if they came to this foreign country on their own? being separated from their loves ones? and I could not stop tearing from Bolystern Station to Fenway Park. It was embarrassing, but I felt there was a need for me to release the pent up sorrow which had been bottled up for the past one week. I miss home so badly, I miss my grandma's and mummy's cooking so much that my eyes "soured" and sting so much. I miss my dad, mum, ming, grandma, weiwei and Simon. I cannot wait to take the plane and fly back home. I want to be home. &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/1619414425859345858-8764890835035582324?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8764890835035582324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8764890835035582324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8764890835035582324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5402686636519847909</id><published>2010-06-02T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:05:21.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sat on the black chair, chewing on peanuts and dried almonds, thinking about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What am I going to do?&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/1619414425859345858-5402686636519847909?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5402686636519847909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/06/sat-on-black-chair-chewing-on-peanuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5402686636519847909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5402686636519847909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/06/sat-on-black-chair-chewing-on-peanuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-660252654120404310</id><published>2010-05-20T07:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:24:18.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473138616393695714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S_R-ktyegeI/AAAAAAAAARA/QCo2-b7UE9g/s320/pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473138620093992386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S_R-k7ksjcI/AAAAAAAAARI/YKHL0RsSkcw/s320/pic+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473138632789595618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S_R-lq3kFeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m5a56axveGw/s320/pic+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Often I wish I could blend well. Knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; what to say, feeling less awkward and more vibrant etc, you know stuff like that. I can't remember when it exactly happened, but I definitely know I am not behaving how I was used to be. It makes me feel lousy inside and I often want to know how I could rip that part out of me. It seems as though the world I used to have stood still and became very silent. I want to stop feeling like a piece barren land.What happened, I don't know. &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/1619414425859345858-660252654120404310?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/660252654120404310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/often-i-wish-i-could-blend-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/660252654120404310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/660252654120404310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/often-i-wish-i-could-blend-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S_R-ktyegeI/AAAAAAAAARA/QCo2-b7UE9g/s72-c/pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-8990118308907366705</id><published>2010-05-19T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T11:44:39.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a bad tummy ache in the wee hours. I was awaken by the pain I experienced in my dreams first before I realised I was actually feeling the real pain. After releasing everything, I feel light and chirpy:) bye bye to all the intoxicated stuff in my body! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am beginning to check the date more frequently now. The Boston Trip is arriving in less than a month...&lt;/span&gt; I'm still not ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-8990118308907366705?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8990118308907366705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-bad-tummy-ache-in-wee-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8990118308907366705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8990118308907366705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-had-bad-tummy-ache-in-wee-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-513476493559413699</id><published>2010-05-13T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:12:31.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There're days when I miss you like how I await for the December rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-513476493559413699?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/513476493559413699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/therere-days-when-i-miss-you-like-how-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/513476493559413699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/513476493559413699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/therere-days-when-i-miss-you-like-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5845397621636103808</id><published>2010-05-13T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:00:15.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nights ago, I was in love with&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470593021382667298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S-tzXlY-rCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WIeGkWkIfDI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Justin Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha it was only in my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I brain spells Pedophilia!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a big fan of Justin, but strange enough he came in my dreams haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-5845397621636103808?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5845397621636103808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/nights-ago-i-was-in-love-with-justin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5845397621636103808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5845397621636103808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/nights-ago-i-was-in-love-with-justin.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S-tzXlY-rCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WIeGkWkIfDI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-4970605322536360975</id><published>2010-05-07T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:28:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was super inspired by Michelle Phan's Moonlight Seduction makeup tutorial that it made me whip out the brushes and paint my eyes. Her makeup was inspired by the midnight sky, and I thought her eyes were beautifully done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8WZXK8Ctpk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D8WZXK8Ctpk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468469590257748338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S-PoHoBWyXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PKV7FTUh2hg/s320/26467_377059177881_53754642881_3965318_1766537_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468463993750721202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S-PjB3aGkrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kgGE_d05oNk/s320/25196_378110732881_53754642881_3996028_34413_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think mine look like the eyes of a wayang. I will never dare to step out with such makeup, but it was fun trying something new:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468465341831442258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S-PkQVZl71I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jpmTW-hGCH4/s320/Snapshot_20100428_11.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-4970605322536360975?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4970605322536360975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4970605322536360975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4970605322536360975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S-PoHoBWyXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/PKV7FTUh2hg/s72-c/26467_377059177881_53754642881_3965318_1766537_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5736103486164385640</id><published>2010-05-03T09:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:48:00.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was ultimate fun kite flying on the piece of green land. The kite flew so high up and could almost kiss the fluffy clouds:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94qJmYI3JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jtnS4-VwGSQ/s1600/31064_10150169286470293_714600292_12243736_2636912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466853342083341458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94qJmYI3JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jtnS4-VwGSQ/s320/31064_10150169286470293_714600292_12243736_2636912_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The heat was no nonsense, I could feel every inch of my skin burning and itching half way through. A lay-down shot by Mich:) My eyes could hardly open from the glaring sunlight.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466853338380920610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94qJYlaZyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/JmG62ph97eE/s320/31064_10150169286425293_714600292_12243729_4060558_n.jpg" /&gt;SY and I hid under the tree and covered our heads with WC's kites.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466853172122915522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94p_tOaksI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5olzt152vWw/s320/31064_10150169286500293_714600292_12243740_75103_n.jpg" /&gt;Cass and Mich doing their multiple jump shots. It was fun watching them jumping hilariously up and down:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466854676604628146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94rXR2zrLI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KkD9NwkZRFI/s320/31064_10150169286665293_714600292_12243764_3861150_n.jpg" /&gt;My turn... weeee... come fly with me&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466853161032551890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94p_D6RDdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TKl497Iwq8E/s320/31064_10150169286845293_714600292_12243794_3151033_n.jpg" /&gt; I wish this jump could look less like a chinese dance pose or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466853157687066802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94p-3cpALI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LiEMqMQdkdY/s320/31064_10150169286855293_714600292_12243795_7212270_n.jpg" /&gt;Group shots, super uber fun and tiring.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466852835886650210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94psIpcU2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/HRNDK0iILH0/s320/31064_10150169286955293_714600292_12243809_7540184_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466852827235465042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94proa1t1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/2rwSGuKIIQU/s320/31064_10150169287000293_714600292_12243816_8003107_n.jpg" /&gt;After kite flying, we went to Kbox to chill.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466859579622682466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94v0rBZ72I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6e-Fi4CxrL8/s320/31064_10150169287180293_714600292_12243844_930594_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466859572790333666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94v0RkckOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Mb2GrWRhKB8/s320/31064_10150169287230293_714600292_12243850_6628636_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466859566276968914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94vz5TigdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1omhS0zg_yU/s320/31064_10150169287345293_714600292_12243866_512678_n.jpg" /&gt;We were suppose to make a laughing face/hahaha face.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466854684940961666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94rXw6WB4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/kNkQ7yCzaSs/s320/31064_10150169287320293_714600292_12243862_1078839_n.jpg" /&gt;Only realized my skin turned lobster pink at the end of the day:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466852815802586946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94pq91B10I/AAAAAAAAAOo/e-8QzM5SDFA/s320/31064_10150169287380293_714600292_12243872_4986684_n.jpg" /&gt;It was a great relaxation day for all of us after chionging for countless of assignments for the past few weeks. I can't stop staring at the photographs. They make me smile from ear to ear. &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/1619414425859345858-5736103486164385640?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5736103486164385640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-ultimate-fun-on-piece-of-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5736103486164385640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5736103486164385640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-ultimate-fun-on-piece-of-green.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S94qJmYI3JI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jtnS4-VwGSQ/s72-c/31064_10150169286470293_714600292_12243736_2636912_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5691051374993816676</id><published>2010-05-01T00:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:18:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no idea what I am thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But my mind is filled with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melissa Toh's images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I happen to chance upon someone's twitter that she is no longer around and the next thing I knew, the incident appeared on Yahoo's news "Grief over student's suicide". As I glanced through people's comments and the pictures on facebook, I feel as though I have been sucked into a world of loneliness and despair. Oh dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do not know her at all, however, there were moments of occasions when I felt I knew something about the girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is sad, very sad and I think for now, she deserves a place where she can have peace.&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/1619414425859345858-5691051374993816676?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5691051374993816676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-no-idea-what-i-am-thinking-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5691051374993816676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5691051374993816676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-no-idea-what-i-am-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-7198504474548812216</id><published>2010-04-25T17:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:09:45.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dug this eye tape which ming bought from SASA sometime ago. I always wished I have double eyelids (cos I'm monolid), because they make the eyes look super pretty! I tried the glue one before and they are not too bad, just that my oily eyelids seem to cause the glue to disappear after several hours, in the end, causing my eyes to look lopsided. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464004682813478722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9QLTzorF0I/AAAAAAAAANo/Mox5tZSn9Tk/s320/Snapshot_20100425_1.jpg" /&gt;This is the thickeness I had to cut out from the tape to create the crease on my eyes:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464004693386402754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9QLUbBdG8I/AAAAAAAAANw/sm7hsaZH84g/s320/Snapshot_20100425_9.jpg" /&gt;TaDa! my tiny crease finally appear after sticking the tape near to my lash line. Using an eye tape can be quite effortless, it took less than a minute to cut and paste them onto my eyes. Except that, I feel they can be quite harsh on my skin when I need to remove them. It gets really frustrating when I need to constantly remove and adjust them accordingly.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464004696737409058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9QLUngZaCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/yPOFn2Ykk7Y/s320/Snapshot_20100425_4.jpg" /&gt;I can never stop staring at girls with beautiful eyes!! Like this one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464004196480964306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9QK3f591tI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bCek-zjocPY/s320/Snapshot_20100424.jpg" /&gt;:) big and animated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always thought Chae Rim and Jung Ryeo Won have one of the most pleasant looking asian eyes. Love them to the max!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464079917682386498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9RPvDXN5kI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E4rcHnDiV-k/s320/Chae_Rim_050001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464081294802881458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9RQ_NiVC7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/bquJY1n89h0/s320/jung19051.jpg" /&gt;Look at the peace sign:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464004197002228786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9QK3h2PtDI/AAAAAAAAANY/tT0DfpcQu04/s320/Snapshot_20100424_26.jpg" /&gt; The hands belongs to the kuku behind me:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464694813203998114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9Z--rrxpaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ra1YUqbqmkU/s320/Snapshot_20100424_27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1619414425859345858-7198504474548812216?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7198504474548812216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/dug-this-eye-tape-which-ming-bought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7198504474548812216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7198504474548812216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/dug-this-eye-tape-which-ming-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9QLTzorF0I/AAAAAAAAANo/Mox5tZSn9Tk/s72-c/Snapshot_20100425_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-7538024629056742488</id><published>2010-04-23T10:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:50:47.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463161564429176386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9EMf25eTkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hAZclPcFdj8/s320/gosoyoung_donggun_100422a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463162245224142930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9ENHfDpGFI/AAAAAAAAANA/Jte7BRJ0Zbc/s320/gosoyoung_donggun_100422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jang Dong Gun and Go S0 Young will be officially wed on the 2nd May.&lt;br /&gt;Say bye bye to my once-upon-dream-man. Previously, I mentioned my admiration for this impossibly handsome man and how much I wanted to marry him, so imagine the horror I experience when I saw this piece of new:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NVM. I feel like a pervert now haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lately, there are a couple of people whom I know who are either engaged or married. When I say engaged, I am referring to the official one in the eye of the law, not exactly those where the status are easily and constantly change on the facebook etc. What amazes me is that they are younger than me or the same age as me. Mixture of feelings and chemical reactions in my brain begin when I learned about the issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I begin to wonder and envy (for the right reason hor!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think mama will kill me if she finds out I envy them. haha. But still, I cannot help it. This will often leads me to think if Simon and I will be the ultimate soul mates for each other. I cannot imagine (at the moment) having someone else with me (if this relationship fails). It feels sad and sickening to me. Well, I hope Simon and I will have a happy beginning:) Cheers to all earthlings!&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/1619414425859345858-7538024629056742488?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7538024629056742488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7538024629056742488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7538024629056742488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9EMf25eTkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hAZclPcFdj8/s72-c/gosoyoung_donggun_100422a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-8597376974604609304</id><published>2010-04-21T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:54:41.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got my hair trimmed and dyed for FREE! heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it seems like the colour is not striking enough for my liking. I kind of regretted my choice now:( &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/1619414425859345858-8597376974604609304?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8597376974604609304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-my-hair-trimmed-and-dyed-for-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8597376974604609304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8597376974604609304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-my-hair-trimmed-and-dyed-for-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-1042469734830258816</id><published>2010-04-15T17:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:11:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I've alot of time to spare now because my long awaited holidays have finally arrived! yay... there're many things that were left untouched and so it is time for me to revisit them again, like packing up my messy table:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460296046499910338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S8beUwwY0sI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lHK4Z3bCbws/s320/Snapshot_20100415_3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes! I can chuck all those notes and books away for sometime:) and make some space for me to lay pretty things on the table again. There seems to be endless stuff for me to do, I wonder if I will have the time to get them done before I leave for Boston:( I'm still not prepared for the trip at all, there is more fear than excitement for me when I think of B.O.S.T.O.N how I wish I can stop feeling this way because this damn mood is making me feel so childish. I googled for our school in Boston and these were what I got: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www2.wheelock.edu/wheelock/images/StudentLife/HeroImage_LivingInBoston.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3647/3638116793_410bf61890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2592/3898180963_b8bd3e1e53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boston look amazing and it is exactly a place where I want to be... but... why am I feeling so negative? sian... on a random note, Simon got this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460297360630778082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S8bfhQRmiOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EYHUpMqZFXg/s320/Snapshot_20100314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for me:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-1042469734830258816?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1042469734830258816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-ive-alot-of-time-to-spare-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1042469734830258816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1042469734830258816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-ive-alot-of-time-to-spare-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S8beUwwY0sI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lHK4Z3bCbws/s72-c/Snapshot_20100415_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-3249516839136360441</id><published>2010-04-11T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:38:15.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458764935865638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S8FtyZKhHNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZVpo53Woqss/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; never ending thoughts... to be continued &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-3249516839136360441?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3249516839136360441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3249516839136360441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3249516839136360441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S8FtyZKhHNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZVpo53Woqss/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-440169046251353893</id><published>2010-04-03T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:11:24.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 How do I remove black and white heads PERMANENTLY? I have disgusting loads of them on my nose and corner of my mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 Two more weeks and my 1 and half month of holidays arrive:) Super yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 Got to prepare lots of stuff for the Boston trip. I think I will be spending quite alot even before I am there:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#4 Should I get my hair dyed again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#5 Yesterday, Simon surprised me with a box of sushi which I craved badly for. His thoughtful action made me smile from ear to ear and I feel BOOMZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-440169046251353893?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/440169046251353893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-how-do-i-remove-black-and-white-heads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/440169046251353893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/440169046251353893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-how-do-i-remove-black-and-white-heads.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-1378128916813113726</id><published>2010-03-28T11:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:11:04.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So 4 days ago, marked the 4th year together with &lt;em&gt;retardedly&lt;/em&gt; (haha is there such a word?) cute Simon. But we spend the day separately as usual. The first year, I was too shy to bring the matter up, the second year, I was brave enough to bring it up but got brushed off because he didn't see a point in celebrating THIS DAY together, for the third year, I got mad &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; because I think he wasn't sensitive enough to remember I want him to celebrate this day with me and at last the fourth year, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gave up&lt;/span&gt; haha, not in a bad way, I think it's alright to as long as every other day we are happy and peaceful with one another. Maybe he is just not into this stuff? nvm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cache4.asset-cache.net/xc/96563402.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=5047FA587DE1CADEE09F156D6D981C667DE4DF41717BB31750DBBBCA44073A8E" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But still he is the cause for so much blessings in my life. Our .... is no sugary pink cupcakes, but it's... :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463180186324279250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9Edby3Pn9I/AAAAAAAAANI/DJtpdV2PwH4/s320/3848631946_c18d8f73cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-1378128916813113726?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1378128916813113726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-4-days-ago-marked-4th-year-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1378128916813113726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1378128916813113726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-4-days-ago-marked-4th-year-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S9Edby3Pn9I/AAAAAAAAANI/DJtpdV2PwH4/s72-c/3848631946_c18d8f73cb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-4650004739303011858</id><published>2010-03-21T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:24:00.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, I don't look forward to school, every corner I turn to I will see people mugging for school assignments with eyes transfixed intensely on to laptop screens. School makes me feel miserable because I am wondering alot of times if I am doing what is right and how I will eventually turn out after 2 years. I am not liking what I am doing right now, but I know I got to try my best. That's what makes it a pain. Sometimes I wish I had been braver in making choices, maybe I will not be feeling this way right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-4650004739303011858?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4650004739303011858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4650004739303011858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4650004739303011858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-3017745275239457764</id><published>2010-03-20T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T01:20:49.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, after 4years, I can handle your phone call better and I'm loving it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a lot of hiding in the toilet , underneath the blanket and unnatural whispering in answering Simon's call previously, but I am so surprise that I could pick up his call so effortlessly today, a great sense of achievement for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-3017745275239457764?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3017745275239457764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-after-4years-i-can-handle-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3017745275239457764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3017745275239457764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-after-4years-i-can-handle-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-708735922579123103</id><published>2010-03-18T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:32:01.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like a mean creature lately, and I hate myself for feeling this way. Urgh. There are times when I expected so much out of a person that I totally forgot to treat the person in a humane way. I feel too ashamed to elaborate further, so I hope this nasty feeling will fate away and leave me in peace. On the other hand, I hate to leave my thoughts hanging because it makes me feel really unsecure. This is so incomplete.  &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/1619414425859345858-708735922579123103?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/708735922579123103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-like-mean-creature-lately-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/708735922579123103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/708735922579123103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-like-mean-creature-lately-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2637435215581644897</id><published>2010-03-07T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:02:09.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now there're alot of negative charges in my brain, they affect mood badly. They make me feel deprived and miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-2637435215581644897?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2637435215581644897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/right-now-therere-alot-of-negative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2637435215581644897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2637435215581644897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/right-now-therere-alot-of-negative.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2286340633774029050</id><published>2010-03-02T08:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:33:09.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The wave of sianess keeps coming. It is really hard to focus and be on task, I wonder what is causing all these. All I am doing now is to sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learnt 2 things today, according to Tyra Banks Show, there are women born with 2 uterus, so in layman terms, it means 2 verjayjay (that's what Tyra said too), and children as young as 6 can be a transgender, these kids sure know what they are talking about, they believe an error had gone wrong in God's plan. Oh my, I was shocked upon hearing that because they look really young and fragile but they could tell something was not right about them and corrections needed to be made.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I am addicted to online shopping, my mind is filled with the pieces I think I should get, and I am coming up with reasons why I should get them.&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/1619414425859345858-2286340633774029050?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2286340633774029050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/wave-of-sianess-keeps-coming_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2286340633774029050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2286340633774029050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/wave-of-sianess-keeps-coming_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2161949721287836531</id><published>2010-03-01T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:34:10.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I absolutely adore them:)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://k14.vcmedia.vn/Images/Uploaded/Share/2009/07/06/090706Stargoo012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goo Hye Sun- She makes me want to go all natural, but I know I will look hideous. She is sooooo beautiful, I love everything on her face! I know I should not be doing this, but I always wanted a pair of eyes like hers, so huge and mesmerising. I started using all sorts of tricks to achieve the double eye lids effect years ago, but stopped doing that now because I didn't want to keep experiencing the disappointment of seeing the pretty double eye lids disappearing after removing the eye glue or tapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 437px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sg.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0zu8_wotLnkIAmNou4gt./SIG=12l4ib06j/EXP=1267536831/**http%3a//perryv.i.ph/photo/d/1514-2/chae_rim_classic_1049097716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chae Rim- I will never forget her, she is my very first favourite Korean actress and I am still in love with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sg.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0zu_fwYtL4C0Acf8u4gt./SIG=12iga6h6p/EXP=1267536735/**http%3a//www.joseibi.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/laneige1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Song Hye Gyo- She makes me believe Laneige products are miracles. But sometimes I really do wonder how do these people achieve the dewy effect on their skin? Babies have perfect skins but they do not have glowing or dewy skins, they have matte looking skin:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sg.wrs.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0zvivv4tLJHwADnwu4gt./SIG=12p9g0l6i/EXP=1267536175/**http%3a//images7.dantri.com.vn/Uploaded/vannt/Thang9-2008/jung19094.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jung Ryeo Won- I feel really unhealthy when I look at her, it has been ages since I exercise and I can see fats starting to layer up. That is how bad the situation is. Sometimes I wish I am the really skinny type who wants to grow fat but practically can't at all in this way I feel I can better control my diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-2161949721287836531?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2161949721287836531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/wave-of-sianess-keeps-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2161949721287836531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2161949721287836531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/03/wave-of-sianess-keeps-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-1054046533389687661</id><published>2010-02-26T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:42:44.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czNDZSD7I/AAAAAAAAALs/fxAQgITonmk/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442374974043197362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czNDZSD7I/AAAAAAAAALs/fxAQgITonmk/s320/DSC00730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czMzX0EuI/AAAAAAAAALk/tCpBbvwbcb8/s1600-h/DSC00774%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442374969742070498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czMzX0EuI/AAAAAAAAALk/tCpBbvwbcb8/s320/DSC00774%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442374968216108482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czMtr_vcI/AAAAAAAAALc/Pe2IbI513Dg/s320/DSC00766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442374963853981666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czMdb-9-I/AAAAAAAAALU/Oy2UIdT7akA/s320/DSC00761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442374955710403298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czL_GZ0uI/AAAAAAAAALM/rttsjiq71f8/s320/DSC00680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrated Michelle's 22nd Birthday at 313 Marshe. Food was good, atmosphere was fantastic and the companion was wonderful. I love the smoked salmon crepe and the butter bread pudding I had, although the amount looked small, but it was indeed filling when I finished everything. Next stop was at fruit paradise at orchard central, the strawberry chocolate slice we had made me crave for it again haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It felt great to be with them, even though I didn't voice out but I appreciate their presence and enjoy such hang outs very much. Cass who is like the mother of the grp, never fails to ensure everything and everyone is in place and I feel comforted and protected with her around:) Mich, the birthday girl, is a super radiant, warm and positive girl, and I can gradually feel infected by her wealth of goodness through these times:) SY has abundance of quirky ideas which really amazes me at times and her actions and words often makes me laugh (in a gd way!). Although I didn't spent much time with Judy and SH company, they are truly a couple of perky people who injects vitality to the grp, and I secretly wish I could be like them too:) Of course not to forget WC, who makes me feel comfortable for who I am:) I feel really really really really bless to have them as my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-1054046533389687661?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1054046533389687661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrated-michelles-22nd-birthday-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1054046533389687661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1054046533389687661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrated-michelles-22nd-birthday-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4czNDZSD7I/AAAAAAAAALs/fxAQgITonmk/s72-c/DSC00730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-681664465925583280</id><published>2010-02-21T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:17:31.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4DUCzxjg3I/AAAAAAAAALE/o3uOsWdZySM/s1600-h/17373_311642625632_659085632_3820990_3703719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440581494586442610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4DUCzxjg3I/AAAAAAAAALE/o3uOsWdZySM/s320/17373_311642625632_659085632_3820990_3703719_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies really fast, these 4 years have gone by so quickly for us and we are celebrating Simon's 26th birthday today. And I'll be turning 22 (oh no) in several months time. Although I've entered adulthood, but I dn't feel like a grown up at all. I feel as though I am 13, 14 or 15, a time when I was still experiencing puberty. More or less I should be stabilized by now right? I feel I am still stuck in those time, with memories still so fresh in my head, as though they just happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this habit of repeating myself umpteen times on the same subject and I was telling Simon the other time (again) that he was still a boy boy and I was still an ignorant siao ting tong four years ago, but look at where we are today! We have spent a huge amount of time together but all these while I always feel I just got to know this funny man beside me. Sometimes I wonder if there is a a certain formula to the ways of life? People come and go around me, and it is sad to know that a relationship with a person might stop somewhere in life, for e.g my driving instructor(but in this case it's good cos it means I passed my test!), school teachers etc whom I once had spent large amounts of time with. So amazing yet so strange to me. Although Simon is a distance from the ideal partner I once wished for, I am learning to be contented and happy for the way he is. I could not ask for more generosity, faithfulness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Simon, I learned to face up to the harsh reality of life which I never anticipated and of course to expect the unexpected. I value the wondrous way of life Simon give to others and I continue to wonder where we will eventually head towards to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-681664465925583280?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/681664465925583280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flew-really-fast-these-4-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/681664465925583280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/681664465925583280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-flew-really-fast-these-4-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S4DUCzxjg3I/AAAAAAAAALE/o3uOsWdZySM/s72-c/17373_311642625632_659085632_3820990_3703719_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-3171485406855246995</id><published>2010-02-18T17:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:48:41.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woooh time flies super fast, several weeks ago I was still cursing under my breathe about my school assignments and how tired I was everyday, and in a blink of an eye CNY arrived and zoomed past really quickly, and right now I am talking about all these events. I think sooner or later I might find myself a granny soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; when I learned this piece of news. Jang Dong Gun is getting married soon:( My heart was practically wrenching out of its normal place for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could still remember and can still feel how jealous I was/am of this woman right here when he announced that they are dating. JDG has been my dream guy after watching him as Mr Nice Guy in "All About Eve" when I was 13 and I have been stalking him for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I fantasized and daydreamed that one day I will fly to Seoul and meet him in person, and he will be so captivated by this chinese and eventually fall for me^^ When I realised it was impossible I began to wished and wished and wished really hard that my the other half would be as fabulous, as romantic, as cool and as brilliant as him. Oh well... I still can't believe he is getting married, I thought he will be one of those rich actors who is too cool for anybody. I can stop dreaming now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://popseoul.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/jang.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=388" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-3171485406855246995?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3171485406855246995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/woooh-time-flies-super-fast-several.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3171485406855246995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3171485406855246995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/woooh-time-flies-super-fast-several.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-6382762393662903820</id><published>2010-02-11T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:05:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://leah299.myweb.uga.edu/single-travel-08-money-for-trips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://leah299.myweb.uga.edu/single-travel-08-money-for-trips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so funny how I used to think my dad is a filthy rich man when I was younger. I thought that he had many hidden gold somewhere in our house. I felt that living in a 5 room flat and having a car which my dad drives us in is equivalent to being rich, and one day we will live in a mansion. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm contented the way things are. In fact, I'm guilty that I'll spending large amount from my dad for the Boston trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Money money money, must be funny in a rich man's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-6382762393662903820?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6382762393662903820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-so-funny-how-i-used-to-think-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/6382762393662903820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/6382762393662903820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-so-funny-how-i-used-to-think-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-7657162080806685817</id><published>2010-02-10T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:54:43.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 more days and I can say CIAO! But it is still not the end. Looking forward to Chinese New Year:)&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/1619414425859345858-7657162080806685817?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7657162080806685817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-more-days-and-i-can-say-ciao-but-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7657162080806685817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7657162080806685817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-more-days-and-i-can-say-ciao-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2452480499588713018</id><published>2010-02-01T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:15:48.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need words of encouragement from YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm bursting SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EEEARRRRRRRRGHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-2452480499588713018?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2452480499588713018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-words-of-encouragement-from-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2452480499588713018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2452480499588713018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-words-of-encouragement-from-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-4902660446378699112</id><published>2010-01-28T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:13:50.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sad. Weird. Strange.&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/1619414425859345858-4902660446378699112?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4902660446378699112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4902660446378699112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4902660446378699112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-1295692911303195284</id><published>2010-01-24T12:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:22:43.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Had some extra time to spare:) it feels good. I think I am gradually getting use to the rigorous schedule. I practically didn't have time to stop and breathe after I finish one assignment, I've to move on rapidly from this to the next one without having ample time to adjust the switches in my brain. But never mind, I did it the last time and I survived quite ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430169222438269746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S1vWIzWxMzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/w8M7pSfBVc8/s320/StudEmbellishedSleevelessDress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;CNY is coming, but didn't have the extra time to shop around the malls, so I resorted to online shopping. It gets so addictive that I wish I can bury the electronics away. It seems like I am not getting clothes specially for CNY but rather getting one piece after another, convincing myself that I will wear them faithfully. Am I becoming a shopaholic? I hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430169563003284290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S1vWcoDy60I/AAAAAAAAAK8/X6CULlRdGzU/s320/31-3.jpg" /&gt;Each collections seems to get better and better! How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Yesterday was tempted to drive Simon's brother's car. But didn't have the courage to do so. I think auto cars are not as user friendly as manual ones? That's my guess for now.&lt;br /&gt;But I hope I can be a good driver one day:) I want to ferry people around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I am getting the grasp of parking on my own now, I'm sweating less madly now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-1295692911303195284?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1295692911303195284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-some-extra-time-to-spare-it-feels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1295692911303195284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1295692911303195284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-some-extra-time-to-spare-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S1vWIzWxMzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/w8M7pSfBVc8/s72-c/StudEmbellishedSleevelessDress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-1906649634074689038</id><published>2010-01-12T23:51:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:22:01.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So 8 assignments down and I am left with 2 more to go for this week. It feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nauseating having to do one after another without any breaks in between. Brain juice fermented and its left with almost nothing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;On a chirpier note:) Simon did a photo shoot which I never expect. I laughed till I almost cried a river when I saw the pictures because I have not seen such a hilarious sight of him, well in pictures at least. The other pictures was him as a nasty Pirate. It looks fun and how I wished I had tagged along. haha. I think I'll be violating his rights if I were to post them up, so I am going to post a teeny weeny one. It is different, different from the usual way I perceived him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425884372557472802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S0ydFtqhpCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YT5du9hsUPM/s200/SYK_1891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another thing to rumble, in approximately 5 mths i'll be off to Boston. This is one of the events I dreaded the most for the Yr of 2010:(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I envied my friends who are so excited about the idea, because I wish I can be like them too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being so far away for 5 weeks is not appealing to me at all. I heard so much about the shopping craze and the fresh humongous red lobsters, but I'm still not very hype about the whole thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I worry about the expenses, how I am going to get through the weeks washing all the clothing on my own, preparation of breakfast in the morning (i knw it is going to be a rush over there!), jet lag, the long hours of flight (will it get hijacked? Choi), What if I've constipation and no one can help me? etc etc... I'm still quite dependent on my mom for all the above:( but I want to believe I will survive through. So I wonder what would my feelings be on the day before I leave? Will it change for the better or worse? The current mood is sianness, hopefully till then it will be something more positive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I will miss mum, dad, ming, weiwei and simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I don't want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-1906649634074689038?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1906649634074689038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/123.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1906649634074689038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1906649634074689038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/123.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/S0ydFtqhpCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YT5du9hsUPM/s72-c/SYK_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-1931594329351172658</id><published>2010-01-08T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:06:29.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Braved through 5 assignments on the first week of school, and there are more to expect for the coming 6 weeks. The thought of handing in 9 assignments on the 2nd week of school makes me feel dizzy. I didn't expect so much when I signed up for the degree, and now I feel so tired all the time:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Didn't expect this question coming so soon from Simon, hope everything goes well:)&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/1619414425859345858-1931594329351172658?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/1931594329351172658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/sian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1931594329351172658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/1931594329351172658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-6678628980775244455</id><published>2010-01-03T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:37:58.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The new schedule for school makes my skin crawl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-6678628980775244455?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6678628980775244455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-schedule-for-school-makes-my-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/6678628980775244455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/6678628980775244455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-schedule-for-school-makes-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5280997677815341704</id><published>2009-12-29T09:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:55:35.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues with flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, 3yrs ago I was anxiously hoping Simon would get a bouquet of flowers for me on special occasions. I waited and waited and there was none. So I changed my mind and requested for a stalk instead. But Simon was not convinced about the idea of getting flowers just because I like them. He feels that flowers will eventually wilt and die, so there is no point in getting them. I agreed with him and asked "Why not you get a fake one instead? It will last forever." I thought my reply was a clever one, but he smiled at me with his signature impish look and said "No". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I stopped my nonsense for a while and forgot about the whole flower issue. Occasions like Valentine Days, Birthdays, Christmas, "the day we met" came and went. My eyes would sweep pass girls who carried bouquets and it stopped there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Simon finally got one last year on Valentine. Although it was not a surprised surprise, because he announced to me before stepping into the store to get one, I was elated. But to think the flowers reduced to this state now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462566312828450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzlZ_Ddg3iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlPat9VedpU/s320/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462563188973570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzlZ-30uoAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-17BI0R08dw/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Upon seeing this, I promise not to ask for a stalk again. It was placed in an almost &lt;em&gt;forgotten&lt;/em&gt; corner of my room and I am really disappointed with myself. I can't discard it because it is from Simon and I have a sort of illusion that if I threw it away, I am abandoning my love away as well. But it will gradually be infested with bugs? So I am wondering now, did those girls I once envied on the streets, have their rooms piled up with infested bouquets without knowing it? or they are in the forbidden kingdom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Flowers are definitely beautiful and pleasing to the eye, but I think I will not feel the same way about it as much as before when I think a gift from someone will eventually rot and be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;, espeacially its from my love ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-5280997677815341704?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5280997677815341704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/issues-with-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5280997677815341704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5280997677815341704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/issues-with-flowers.html' title='Issues with flowers'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzlZ_Ddg3iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zlPat9VedpU/s72-c/IMG_2123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-709094483144415767</id><published>2009-12-22T12:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:54:23.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dua Yi and PoPo are 2 very amazing women I have ever met. They are funny, cool and lovable. Dua Yi's from Hong Kong and it's our 2nd time meeting her. Ming and I could bond with her real quickly despite meeting for the 1st time(2008) in 20yrs:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it was a tour along the stretch of road in Orchard. Mum wanted to show Dua Yi the lightings, and PoPo claimed it is her 1st trip to Orchard in her life! We had so much fun strolling with the 2 ladies, laughing, talking mixed in Hokkein and mandarin and snapping pictures away. Although I usually avoid places with huge crowds, I actually felt the importance of people yesterday. Without the people, I think the mood for the festive season would not be " &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;able" The purple christmas tree was people's favourite, I think.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910495205460450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBI49uVCeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u0BrINUD1AQ/s320/21122009144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910502944785730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBI5ajhxUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uEZHHGKh8F4/s320/21122009150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910511496006738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBI56aTDFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iWeQiAOy1jo/s320/21122009153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910527410618882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBI61sowgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/h63Sd_WLV6I/s320/21122009152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417910518346668754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBI6T7n2tI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9yb1bi_jC4g/s320/21122009151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417914751465614642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBMwth07TI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Qm1NH2GNsXc/s320/21122009155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Going crazy with the Purple Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417911796163954674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBKEsLAR_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/2bkOulETSIc/s320/21122009160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417912586840683458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBKytrBs8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/woQlHmpciWk/s320/21122009161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417913271693016690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBLak8i_nI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sOaNtTmTNH8/s320/21122009178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417914029533761490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBMGsH3D9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/G5DYPIUA9Uo/s320/21122009174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417915713377477762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBNos7fJII/AAAAAAAAAJs/wY3XiYqaZFs/s320/21122009194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417919414781190354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBRAJu5oNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/IbOIBYlM2zE/s320/21122009225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933073736630610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBdbNTpgVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mks12A0wzGY/s320/21122009223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933082500865618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBdbt9NHlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GTuwCdh4OCw/s320/21122009202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-709094483144415767?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/709094483144415767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/ion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/709094483144415767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/709094483144415767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/ion.html' title='ION'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SzBI49uVCeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u0BrINUD1AQ/s72-c/21122009144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2601549046955382578</id><published>2009-12-20T12:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:47:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An investment I will make for life on myself is Sunscreen:) I've been using sunscreen since I was 15. So during this span, I have tried several brands: Neutrogena, Bio-essense, Silkpro Supersun BlockSilk, Loreal (currently using), Garnier, Nivea and The Faceshop. But my favourite from the bunch is Silkpro! The Suncreen feels light my skin and it covers up almost all the flaws. It is non greasy for me and I love the beige creamy colour ^^ It is an inexpensive product ($17 plus) considering the 50ml tube can last at least 2mths for daily application on 3 faces (mum, ming and mine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Going to trying the Bodyshop Sunscreen next. Yahoo! I've been contemplating about getting IQQU Sunscreen (Michelle Phan's Skincare Line), beacuse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. It is a new product, heard good and not so good reviews about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. It is expensive for me, $48.06 for 30ml&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Can only be purchased online (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iqqubeauty.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.iqqubeauty.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. What if I love the product so much that I want to get it again and again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs131.snc1/5610_97709897881_53754642881_2152467_5710235_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Michelle Phan- An inspirationist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/2476/3833596345_3026454ec6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really like its packaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having healthy skin is an obsession for me, but I am far from it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random: Feast at Fish and Co. with Ming(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417202704877225266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Sy3FKJR-BTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KX-PEKAAlyM/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417202714419558802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Sy3FKs1CeZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GUit30yUgHo/s320/IMG_2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-2601549046955382578?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2601549046955382578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2601549046955382578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2601549046955382578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/cool-skin.html' title='Cool Skin'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Sy3FKJR-BTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KX-PEKAAlyM/s72-c/IMG_2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5260217003705889091</id><published>2009-12-17T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:40:43.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Almost all the money I earned during this holiday went &lt;em&gt;poofed! &lt;/em&gt;within 3 weeks. sigh. Not becos of shoppings thrills but medical fees. sigh sigh sigh. Thought I could save some money for the Boston trip, but I guess I have to work extra hard during the next holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spent 30plus at Picton clinic first, went to Raffles medical clinic next (bcos condition was not improving) and another 30plus gone. Today went to see Dr Lau, specialist at Mt. Elizabeth and $259 is gone in less then 5 mins! All bcos of my right ear:( Blocked and stuffed with disgusting ear wax and horrible pus which made me partially deaf for about 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Have yet to get my school books, so another sum of money would be gone again. Each time I think of money, I wished I had been braver to request for a higher pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-5260217003705889091?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5260217003705889091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-all-money-i-earned-during-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5260217003705889091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5260217003705889091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-all-money-i-earned-during-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-6291891521863608171</id><published>2009-12-17T15:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:08:55.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416099345518136098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SynZqLXViyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/utCrgSTtiUs/s200/IMG_1975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;$200 per person for 3D 2N in Genting for a 3 star hotel plus to and fro trip by bus and 2 morning breakfast buffets, not too bad for me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Genting was not as cold as I thought it would be. Temperature fell between 17 degrees to 19 degress when we were there. Ming could still wear Cotton-on shorts with T-shirt and strutted around! It was shopping and shopping for us, there were massive 50% discounts everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a fun time snapping tons of photos with Ming:) I enjoyed the trip considering it was a 1st without our parents. But one thing to note: toilets were mostly yucky -.- shit stains were splattered around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416109654112899874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SynjCN32kyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/v9ITRINbTKs/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416109649451727858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SynjB8giu_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/BfnZj7pUHoI/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416109666300696210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SynjC7RplpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jOWuu-4H2Bc/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-6291891521863608171?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/6291891521863608171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/genting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/6291891521863608171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/6291891521863608171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/genting.html' title='Genting'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SynZqLXViyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/utCrgSTtiUs/s72-c/IMG_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-3985905432245918776</id><published>2009-12-03T22:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:09:12.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless about things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/3337/3554905813_e32b8ef287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/3337/3554905813_e32b8ef287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feel like a dried up fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aimless. Unmotivated. Lazy. Lethargic. What else? Constipated. I hate these choking feelings. *all bcos of assignments?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How can life be more exciting in a good way? I wish the days in my life could be more colourful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~Some scattered thoughts~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do people mean when they say "Seriously I am going to kill somebody" I know they are not going to kill, so is there a need to add "seriously" plus in the most irritating tone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ming makes the clothes look wearable and nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ma was just lying on the floor with one hand spread out and another one on her chest and her with mouth opened slightly wide. She looked like someone had bong into her and she fainted right on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-3985905432245918776?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3985905432245918776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/clueless-about-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3985905432245918776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3985905432245918776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/clueless-about-things.html' title='clueless about things'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-7616584108018763705</id><published>2009-12-01T16:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:02:04.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cruel temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410177396286688194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SxTPrXWEC8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bX32hOtDAkI/s320/300px-TemptingWIfe.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Temptation of wifes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Humour. Rage. Empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I think all women will be vicious when their marriage are threatened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410183182925920114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SxTU8MQXd3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/M8Vt8RfqEcA/s320/KimSuhHyung.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410183171793530018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SxTU7iyMrKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/9O6C9aWVIlk/s320/fullsizephoto53514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Does such/similar revenge takes place in reality? Seeking revenge is so complicated, and if I were to do so, I think I'd have aged a thousand years. If you are filthy rich and a genius, it might work out, if not, forget and just dream about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I think I'd not react lightly too if I encounter similar situations as the characters in the story. It made me feel so sad to see how 2 ladies tortured one another till the reaching point and reduced to almost nothing in the end. The script writer had displayed many juicy ideas, so I wonder if he or she is capable of committing those evil deeds? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope all these just stay in the screen. &lt;/span&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/1619414425859345858-7616584108018763705?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/7616584108018763705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/cruel-temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7616584108018763705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/7616584108018763705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/12/cruel-temptation.html' title='cruel temptation'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SxTPrXWEC8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/bX32hOtDAkI/s72-c/300px-TemptingWIfe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-5457843459085523845</id><published>2009-11-25T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:57:42.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looking forward to Sunday:) off to Sentosa with Simon. Finally again. Have been requesting to go there since last year and finally we are going. The other time was catching some fishes near the shore, having some minor cuts on our foot from the cruel rocks, watching a comedy between a lifeguard and an Indian man regarding his underwear in the water. Simon had a good laugh, so do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The funny thing is, requests were "processed" much quicker initially when I said something to Simon, but, reactions from him seems to tone down gradually as time passes. Sometimes, it makes me very mad when I think about it, other times I would laugh it off and tell myself to grow up. Well well, life is like that. And this is him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nevertheless, I am happy because the sight of him makes me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408037127915911874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Sw01HWWNOsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x8oRQl3XVas/s320/IMG_1068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-5457843459085523845?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/5457843459085523845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5457843459085523845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/5457843459085523845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Sw01HWWNOsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/x8oRQl3XVas/s72-c/IMG_1068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2670536547553718587</id><published>2009-11-19T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:01:41.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SwVHN68GhMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tmyXbPqKx5k/s1600/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405805232213361858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SwVHN68GhMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tmyXbPqKx5k/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is amazingly talented.&lt;/span&gt; Love him :)&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/1619414425859345858-2670536547553718587?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2670536547553718587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-is-amazingly-talented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2670536547553718587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2670536547553718587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-is-amazingly-talented.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/SwVHN68GhMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tmyXbPqKx5k/s72-c/IMG_1287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2964683342487305636</id><published>2009-11-14T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:08:17.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;What is work without money? Horrible.&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/1619414425859345858-2964683342487305636?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2964683342487305636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-work-without-money-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2964683342487305636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2964683342487305636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-work-without-money-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-4601395970365213742</id><published>2009-10-14T10:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:29:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289467582496370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StVCs4FVvnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZqI9BDc_kNM/s320/452830_441_dsc5290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No work today. It may not be the best way to spend my time but I think I'll just watch Michelle Phan's video throughout the day:) I wish my skills could be as refine as hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This morning, as I laid on the bed straightening some thoughts out, I thought to myself and wondered "Why isn't my life more interesting?" Everyday, I wish I have something to look forward to and feel excited about. Neh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If only I can dance again. Just dance my heart out like there is no tomorrow and jiggle the fats away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392289475018498258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StVCtTyOINI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MZx18TTo7aY/s320/452836_614_dsc5458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This led me to think, if I am still dancing today will I be pursuing the dream of becoming the next top professional dancers like legendary super Ballerinas Margot Fonteyn, Julie Kent and Sylvie Guillem? I think it is impossible. I dreamed of their entering their world and thought I could belong too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If only I could relive it all over again, I want to have beautiful archs, magnificent jumps and do very cool Pirouettes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On a lighter note, this is Michelle Phan again with the Vampirish Gothic look. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qg-2rDnWCJA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qg-2rDnWCJA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-4601395970365213742?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/4601395970365213742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4601395970365213742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/4601395970365213742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-dream.html' title='Dream a Dream'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StVCs4FVvnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ZqI9BDc_kNM/s72-c/452830_441_dsc5290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-2589287477966546533</id><published>2009-10-12T13:40:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:34:59.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Ubin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was staring at the camera, trying to fix my hair and the oil on my face while waiting for Simon's "1,23," and he snapped while I was doing so and said he was done with our pictures -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLBYZpeabI/AAAAAAAAACE/LZc6sk2qtVU/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391584328861772210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLBYZpeabI/AAAAAAAAACE/LZc6sk2qtVU/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLBeQF83MI/AAAAAAAAACM/mqDeR4Vqld4/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLBlbi_XfI/AAAAAAAAACU/CXFkI8xgX_g/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLB69uchfI/AAAAAAAAACc/gcnBD770jSs/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391584922661848562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLB69uchfI/AAAAAAAAACc/gcnBD770jSs/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLCGKPxwNI/AAAAAAAAACk/3XcYNf5FN-8/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391585115001438418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLCGKPxwNI/AAAAAAAAACk/3XcYNf5FN-8/s400/IMG_0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Four of us, Simon, 2 aunties from "Mosy" and myself were on our way to Pulau Ubin. It was my 2nd trip there and I have to say I was equally as excited as the first trip I had about 2 years back. One of the best part of the trip was to ride on the boat :) $2.50 per person for 1 ride. The breeze was fantastic and the smell of the sea was surprisingly therapeutic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLDlIMarhI/AAAAAAAAACs/YQXFDy32a8w/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391586746538044946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLDlIMarhI/AAAAAAAAACs/YQXFDy32a8w/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLEV2JM9sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tFkrcujckGA/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLE9xEhI8I/AAAAAAAAADE/-6omUJD97TQ/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391588269339255746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLE9xEhI8I/AAAAAAAAADE/-6omUJD97TQ/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLFptFD1DI/AAAAAAAAADM/CHuxJP18MYE/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391589024182031410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLFptFD1DI/AAAAAAAAADM/CHuxJP18MYE/s400/IMG_0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLGicoSmiI/AAAAAAAAADU/gR8XJ7DfoaA/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391589999018940962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLGicoSmiI/AAAAAAAAADU/gR8XJ7DfoaA/s400/IMG_1199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLGizUkrhI/AAAAAAAAADc/qKCrupCKpzM/s1600-h/IMG_1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590005110255122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLGizUkrhI/AAAAAAAAADc/qKCrupCKpzM/s400/IMG_1203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLd-3C3VBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aP8fwJO--EQ/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391615775913497618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLd-3C3VBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aP8fwJO--EQ/s400/IMG_1205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLHYMOElMI/AAAAAAAAADk/qX_fNULBCJk/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391590922326938818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLHYMOElMI/AAAAAAAAADk/qX_fNULBCJk/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLdHj8HCGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2wBfh-ZP2C4/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391614825892087906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLdHj8HCGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2wBfh-ZP2C4/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The first thing we did was to look for the &lt;em&gt;BEST &lt;/em&gt;place to rent the bicycles. One of the aunties had some trouble picking the bicycle, her legs are shorter and &lt;strong&gt;plus &lt;/strong&gt;she has not been riding on a bicycle for almost 2 decades, she had to try from one bicycle to the next, and finally, she is happy with this one! haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLgSLKRW8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/k-5XDMoMcJs/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391618306754042818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLgSLKRW8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/k-5XDMoMcJs/s400/IMG_1212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLgSZIUuQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/t1JFSa_yMa4/s1600-h/IMG_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391618310503971074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLgSZIUuQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/t1JFSa_yMa4/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLgS1E1G9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/G5rUgpUex34/s1600-h/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391618318005509074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLgS1E1G9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/G5rUgpUex34/s400/IMG_1210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And so we rode and rode. There were several breathtaking sights which almost blew me away. The View of Quarry was one of them :D Although the heat was irritating, I felt I could just stand there for a long long time to admire the scenery. The water was crystal clear and it looked so alluring that I felt I would dive down and say goodbye. For a moment I thought that place reminded me of France. I think that was Simon's favourite place too. There seems to be some romantic sparks in his eyes when he talks about that place :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(My camera couldn't capture the essence of the beauty.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLkYozTYxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PtRR4GjEAfY/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391622815836496658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLkYozTYxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PtRR4GjEAfY/s400/IMG_1214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLkZHRKXXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sT-62HM9A4I/s1600-h/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391622824014798194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLkZHRKXXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/sT-62HM9A4I/s400/IMG_1216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We stopped by a stall and had coconut drinks. 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FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391639813178303570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLz2A1YpFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3wNuFT-qpqg/s400/IMG_0343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The trip was a great one; our skins were slightly burnt, and my arms and back ache terribly when I got home. Nevertheless, I look forward to the next trip there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks Simon (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1619414425859345858-2589287477966546533?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/2589287477966546533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-staring-at-camera-trying-to-fix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2589287477966546533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/2589287477966546533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-staring-at-camera-trying-to-fix.html' title='Pulau Ubin'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StLBYZpeabI/AAAAAAAAACE/LZc6sk2qtVU/s72-c/IMG_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-3336425103731263211</id><published>2009-10-10T13:14:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:01:58.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween make-up thrills!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4-GRH2nDvw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4-GRH2nDvw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDUlcgDfYTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDUlcgDfYTo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Michelle Phan never fails to amaze me with her never ending string of ideas and explorations with colours. I attempted but failed horribly... haha. My sister said my eyes looked bruised instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Going for Halloween? Maybe you can try! Youtube for her videos!! There are so much more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StAyDhdIsCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qk2cLhmwM_8/s1600-h/3127222042_8429c256d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390863790064054306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StAyDhdIsCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qk2cLhmwM_8/s320/3127222042_8429c256d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coastal Scents 88 palatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am crazy about make-up lately; the palattes of colours makes my eyes jump and the various tools make my fingers itch. Not really sure why it happens. I used to think doing make-up was a hassle and what is the big deal about it? BUT now, even with the most neutral of colours applied on the eyes, it makes a difference to me:) So I explained to my sister how fabulous we will turn out with the make-ups and probably she could get some for me on my Birthday, we can always share after that:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So guess what? For my 21st Birthday, my mei mei gmeot these for !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StA0InkwMJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N6hpWX8gz1s/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390866076629217426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StA0InkwMJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N6hpWX8gz1s/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Primer from Etude House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StA4VLDrmnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XZriW-i3i9M/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390870690359122546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StA4VLDrmnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XZriW-i3i9M/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eco-friendly brushes, eye shadows from Watsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StA4sd6d-jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z5tFotyTWWE/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390871090557745714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StA4sd6d-jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z5tFotyTWWE/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And falsies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I am really good with these, I will settle my hands on the 88 colour palattes:) Wish me luck!&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/1619414425859345858-3336425103731263211?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/3336425103731263211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-make-up-thrills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3336425103731263211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/3336425103731263211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-make-up-thrills.html' title='Halloween make-up thrills!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/StAyDhdIsCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qk2cLhmwM_8/s72-c/3127222042_8429c256d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1619414425859345858.post-8548010319458328387</id><published>2009-10-09T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:59:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinkertonkerbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Ss9dpFfSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ID0ETX97mPM/s1600-h/Tinkerbell_09_180_177_Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390630239415199106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Ss9dpFfSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ID0ETX97mPM/s320/Tinkerbell_09_180_177_Disney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Ss9dpFfSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ID0ETX97mPM/s1600-h/Tinkerbell_09_180_177_Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently, Tinkertonkerbell came from Tinkerbell! Meimei gave an interesting touch by adding "tonker" to Tinker's name:) I loveee it! (Say in Ms Jay's voice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After watching "Peter Pan", I wished Tinkerbell will pop by someday and sprinkle some of her magic dust on me. Maybe she is so fragile that I might break her while sprinkling some dust on myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I know how it feels like to elevate from the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Ss9dpFfSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ID0ETX97mPM/s1600-h/Tinkerbell_09_180_177_Disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1619414425859345858-8548010319458328387?l=tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/feeds/8548010319458328387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/tinkertonkerbell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8548010319458328387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1619414425859345858/posts/default/8548010319458328387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinkertonkerbell.blogspot.com/2009/10/tinkertonkerbell.html' title='Tinkertonkerbell'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04998588522744581418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sC2iDHVsUVc/Ss9dpFfSZYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ID0ETX97mPM/s72-c/Tinkerbell_09_180_177_Disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
