<?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-12967868</id><updated>2011-11-10T16:58:05.680+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Just me'/><category term='Blog matters'/><category term='Being female'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='Couch potato'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Going green'/><category term='In The News'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='CNY 2007'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Recollections'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='General'/><category term='A day in my life'/><category term='Pamper  Me'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Concerts'/><category term='Musicals/Plays'/><category term='I&apos;m So Vain'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Health'/><title type='text'>Counting The Days</title><subtitle type='html'>I've got issues.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2645710864288326020</id><published>2010-03-08T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:32:31.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't get out of bed this morning. My head hurt, I felt like throwing up, but most of all, I was so depressed I could not move. Did not want to move. I had slept for over 10 hours but I could only continue sleeping some more. This body simply could not muster the energy to move. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in my sleep, I could dream about you, I could see your face. Only most times, the dreams aren't happy. But I had half the belief that when I awake, I would realise that this had all been a horrible dream, that you really hadn't stopped loving me. But life, being the b*tch that it is, made sure that I only woke up to the cruel reality that we are so far from where we were just 6 months ago. And I can't help but ask myself, what have I done to deserve this fate? What have I done so wrong in a past life, or in my present life, to deserve getting my heart stomped on repeatedly? And why, when I've found someone who's made me truly understand what it is to love someone so completely, it is all taken away almost immediately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You called me at 1am to tell me that I should not be doing you all these favours, much as you appreciated them, and that I need to accept that it's over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lay in the dark listening to you, listening to you tell me it's over and that I've been nothing but immature about this. And I had nothing to say. What was there to say? Everything had been said, nothing could change your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I recalled what the tarot card lady in Melbourne had told me in November, and it hit me then that a lot of what she had said have proved to be accurate....only the bits about you, about us, have not come to fruition. A part of me almost laughed at the irony of it, a part of me wanted to cry over it, a part of me felt hopeful (though I don't suppose I should encourage this feeling of hope anymore). Isn't it ludicrous, that even after you've told me repeatedly that this is beyond over, that I continue to hope that you'd come back? What is wrong with me?!&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/12967868-2645710864288326020?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2645710864288326020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2645710864288326020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2645710864288326020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2645710864288326020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-couldnt-get-out-of-bed-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-111431505382028733</id><published>2010-03-07T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:35:12.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Could have, would have, should have</title><content type='html'>I bloody f*cking hate my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm sitting here missing you when it could have been our 6th month anniversary. &lt;div&gt;I hate that I can't hold you, I hate that I can't have you near. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that none of my prayers for another chance with you have been heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that we seem to be distant strangers, I seem to have lost my best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that you are cold towards me, because you think it'd make me get over you more easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I even have to get over you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I can't care for you the way I want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I can't be there every morning when you wake, every night when you sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck, I even hate that I can't do your laundry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I am in such pain that all I want to do is hide under the sheets and hope that I'd eventually wake up from this nightmare. But I only ever wake up to reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bloody f*cking hate my f*cking life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-111431505382028733?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/111431505382028733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=111431505382028733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/111431505382028733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/111431505382028733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/could-have-would-have-should-have.html' title='Could have, would have, should have'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4816010503203537683</id><published>2010-03-02T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:21:20.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me that I'm a "really great person" and it's not that you do not feel the same way for me as I do for you but you think you're being fair to me by letting me go, since you feel you won't marry me because I'm not "the one". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't think "the one" exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To me, the term "the one" suggests someone who fits my mould of a perfect partner, who ticks off every criteria on my list. Well, yes, I know there's no such thing as a perfect person, but I've always hoped for someone who would come close. But I now know I'll never find that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think - and I might be wrong cos hey, how much do &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; know about love? I'm always screwing it up - I've found "the one" (for lack of a better word) when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a) I love him despite all his imperfections, all the skeletons in his closet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;b) I want to do things for him just because I want to see him happy. It hurts me when he's hurting. Even when he's hurt his knee for example......it hurts me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;c) I put him first;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;d) Even on days where I almost hate him, I will stay and work things out because I love him more&lt;i&gt;;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e) I want to care for him, see him through life (I want to be a witness to his life);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;f) I don't get bored of seeing him everyday. In fact, I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to and am excited to see him everyday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;g) My heart does flips every time I see him or when he calls. I know it will probably not do flips forever though......haha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;h) I feel like I could grow with him as a person. I feel like I could with you, in that you force me to grow up, and want to be a "better" person, not just for myself, but for you as well. You might not ask me to make these changes, but I want to do them for you, for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I guess a part of finding the "right" person is hard to explain because it's intangible......it's a feeling. When you just feel like you want to be with him forever, when you never want to imagine not waking up to him every morning and falling asleep in his embrace every night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I recall an occasion when I hesitated to tell you what I was thinking...that I never wanted you to let me go, that I wanted to be with you forever. But I never said it. I don't know if it was my stupid pride, but I never let myself tell you that. Maybe I should have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;I reflected on things you said to me before we got together - you told me how you felt about me, and ironically, I feel that way about you now, but I don't think you do anymore.......or do you?      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;If i knew that at the end of all this, you'd come back, then all this pain would have been worth it. But I don't know that, and I'm afraid. It's not that I cannot live without you, but the point is I don't ever want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss your hugs, the smell of your skin, the softness of your lips, the way you taste, the sound of your voice, the ring of your laughter, the beat of your heart against mine, the quiet moments alone with you. I miss your stupid jokes, I miss our routines. I miss my best friend. I miss you so much it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/12967868-4816010503203537683?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4816010503203537683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4816010503203537683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4816010503203537683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4816010503203537683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3095246810932063622</id><published>2010-02-14T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:00:09.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>When silence is deafening</title><content type='html'>This has got to be the most miserable Chinese New Year and Valentine's ever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so tiring pretending to be happy when really, there is only pain in my heart. I listened to the neighbours playing with firecrackers last night, and as everyone around me celebrated, I closed my eyes to sleep the pain away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did you persist for so long, only to give up after 5 months? Do I mean so little to you? Do you not care? Are you even thinking about me at all? Do the 11 years of friendship not count for anything either? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3095246810932063622?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3095246810932063622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3095246810932063622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3095246810932063622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3095246810932063622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-silence-is-deafening.html' title='When silence is deafening'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-7011745328779108206</id><published>2008-07-04T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:26:31.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>I can't stop staring</title><content type='html'>I just saw this on &lt;a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html"&gt;The Sartorialist&lt;/a&gt;, and had to share.&lt;br /&gt;I love love love how she's matched a soft flowy feminine dress with gladiator sandals. Gorgeous, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/SG4yJGQZpfI/AAAAAAAAA5g/30AO-HjukNQ/s1600-h/sartorialist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/SG4yJGQZpfI/AAAAAAAAA5g/30AO-HjukNQ/s320/sartorialist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219164150048597490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be quite thin to pull the dress off, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;(then again, I think most clothes look better on thin girls...but that's just me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a pair of glads. Anyone? Please? Pretty please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-7011745328779108206?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7011745328779108206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=7011745328779108206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7011745328779108206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7011745328779108206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-stop-staring.html' title='I can&apos;t stop staring'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/SG4yJGQZpfI/AAAAAAAAA5g/30AO-HjukNQ/s72-c/sartorialist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2322543348744375816</id><published>2008-07-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:12:14.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>If home is where the heart is, then this must not be home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2322543348744375816?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2322543348744375816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2322543348744375816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2322543348744375816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2322543348744375816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-7297302280873475970</id><published>2008-06-23T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:32:18.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>5 days</title><content type='html'>Five days, and counting, to 4 days of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy excited. Like, pee your (my) pants excited (not literally!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I make time stand still this weekend, so that I may never have to leave you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-7297302280873475970?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7297302280873475970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=7297302280873475970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7297302280873475970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7297302280873475970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-days.html' title='5 days'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-921068096271435226</id><published>2008-06-04T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:22:24.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Rarities, B-Sides and Other Stuff Volume 2</title><content type='html'>Drop everything,&lt;br /&gt;run out,&lt;br /&gt;grab this,&lt;br /&gt;and fall in love (again) with the genius that is Sarah McLachlan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/SEakrZPDhMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/412iFWKcEBk/s1600-h/Mclachlan+Rarities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/SEakrZPDhMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/412iFWKcEBk/s320/Mclachlan+Rarities.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208031084515919042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you don't like it, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST KIDDING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Happy listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-921068096271435226?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/921068096271435226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=921068096271435226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/921068096271435226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/921068096271435226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/06/rarities-b-sides-and-other-stuff-volume.html' title='Rarities, B-Sides and Other Stuff Volume 2'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/SEakrZPDhMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/412iFWKcEBk/s72-c/Mclachlan+Rarities.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6501425533491110724</id><published>2008-05-31T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:56:16.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a week feels like forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6501425533491110724?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6501425533491110724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6501425533491110724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6501425533491110724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6501425533491110724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2303932073742264493</id><published>2008-05-23T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:02:59.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>If I had my way, surely you would be closer</title><content type='html'>I wrote this the last time you left.&lt;br /&gt;Then you came back, and I had the happiest month so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm counting down the days till I see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss the warmth of your embrace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the kisses that bring a smile to my face; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What I'd give to hold you near, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To whisper sweet nothings in your ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2303932073742264493?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2303932073742264493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2303932073742264493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2303932073742264493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2303932073742264493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-had-my-way-surely-you-would-be.html' title='If I had my way, surely you would be closer'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6344291923733099178</id><published>2008-04-13T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:01:30.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog matters'/><title type='text'>A break?</title><content type='html'>I have not been in the mood to blog much lately, hence the lack of posts. In fact, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue blogging, but I won't take my blog down just yet. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6344291923733099178?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6344291923733099178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6344291923733099178' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6344291923733099178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6344291923733099178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/04/break.html' title='A break?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4433257530668339326</id><published>2008-03-21T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:15:08.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>I'm in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of waiting and stressing (believe me, I did get stressed out), the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Louis Vuitton Tivoli PM&lt;/span&gt; arrived yesterday. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R-Nf00fP5nI/AAAAAAAAA0o/OzPaZX-avag/s1600-h/tivoli+PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R-Nf00fP5nI/AAAAAAAAA0o/OzPaZX-avag/s320/tivoli+PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180089357453747826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; was nice enough to hold it for me. Thank goodness he did too, because it was sold out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again &lt;/span&gt;by the end of the day. I know, like, what the?!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll still be available in KLCC, but hurry if you want it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also sold out in Singapore and Macau (that's how desperate I was hehe). Who would have thought a little bag would cause such a frenzy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4433257530668339326?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4433257530668339326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4433257530668339326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4433257530668339326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4433257530668339326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m in love'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R-Nf00fP5nI/AAAAAAAAA0o/OzPaZX-avag/s72-c/tivoli+PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-272568205603360297</id><published>2008-03-03T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:37:57.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Who to vote for?</title><content type='html'>According to &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/03/kennysiacom_who.php"&gt;Kenny Sia's Who-To-Vote-For decision generator&lt;/a&gt;, I should be voting for DAP! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;According to the 100% accurate &lt;i&gt;kennysia.com Who-To-Vote-This-Election Decision Generator&amp;trade;&lt;/i&gt;, I am voting for...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;DEMOCRATIC ACTION PARTY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/2008/dap.gif" width="450" height="250" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/03/kennysiacom_who.php"&gt;Who Should You Vote For This Election? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, I'm not registered to vote. *badddd baaaad bad citizen. sue me*&lt;br /&gt;It's a really funny post, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-272568205603360297?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/272568205603360297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=272568205603360297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/272568205603360297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/272568205603360297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-to-vote-for.html' title='Who to vote for?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3667484763013094844</id><published>2008-02-20T22:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:29:54.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>All in the family</title><content type='html'>This evening, it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having family here in KL.&lt;br /&gt;I guess my friends here are my family now, and I do really love my friends but it's just....a tiny teeny bit different. Do I make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so Malacca isn't really that far away, and I do talk and sms with my parents and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt;, but I was just thinking, wouldn't it be nice to not come back to an empty house everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I've never really lived alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was doing my A-Levels, I lived with friends.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in university, I lived with friends. Plus I had my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; and a boyfriend around.&lt;br /&gt;(Although my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; and I lived separately)&lt;br /&gt;When I started working in KL, I lived with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; (until the end of last year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 60% of the time I am fine living alone, 35% of the time I actually LOVE having the whole place to myself, but 5% of the time, of which today clearly is part of, I wish there was someone else around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I tell my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; I miss having family around in KL. And he goes "OK.....watch Idol".&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh to myself after reading that message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my teddy bears could talk back. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just emo today. *shuts self up, continues watcning Idol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;Totally unrelated, but I simply cannot find my phone charger. And my phone is down to its last bar of battery. This does not bode well with the mobile phone addict in me. *panic*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3667484763013094844?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3667484763013094844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3667484763013094844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3667484763013094844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3667484763013094844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-in-family.html' title='All in the family'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-7410292853574471857</id><published>2008-02-16T14:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:32:10.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; told me yesterday that there is a vaccine for cervix cancer so I looked it up on Wikipedia today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HPV_vaccine"&gt;vaccine&lt;/a&gt; is actually for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_papillomavirus"&gt;human papillomavirus (HPV)&lt;/a&gt; which is associated with the development of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cervical_cancer"&gt;cervix cancer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know, but now I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in London, when I turned 21 (was it 21? I think so) the NHS sent me a letter to tell me it was time I had my first pap smear, and would I please make an appointment with the local clinic for one. I've not been for another one since then. I've just never thought it was important. But I've come to realise recently that it may be important after all, so maybe I, and all women, should go for regular pap smears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;Before you allow your imagination to run wild......Yes, I'm perfectly healthy. Something else triggered this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-7410292853574471857?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7410292853574471857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=7410292853574471857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7410292853574471857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7410292853574471857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/02/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4693860103057474128</id><published>2008-02-14T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:38:40.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day....</title><content type='html'>....also happens to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cousin MW&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you should be here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4693860103057474128?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4693860103057474128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4693860103057474128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4693860103057474128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4693860103057474128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day....'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-7172512949617571226</id><published>2008-02-13T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:48:57.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>It could happen to you</title><content type='html'>I almost became a victim of a snatch theft earlier this evening.&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, actually, last night. I didn't realise it's already past 12am.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't sleep. Again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was crossing a road, a motorcycle whizzed by. The pillion driver reached his hand out and attempted to grab my bag but didn't reach far enough so he didn't get my bag. I stared at him, shocked, then ran into the hotel where I was to meet a friend (who's in KL for work so we met up for dinner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing that occured to me was, thank goodness my bag's safe. My very precious bag.&lt;br /&gt;OK, clearly, my priorities are a little out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was partly my fault for not really paying attention to my surroundings, as I was on the phone and was just hanging up when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I am now going to walk around feeling very paranoid for at least a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, look what my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; bought me when he came back for CNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R7HZcgjzUaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/9MqqVL7lFJE/s1600-h/costes6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R7HZcgjzUaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/9MqqVL7lFJE/s320/costes6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166149331370332578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R7HaQwjzUcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/_tdv8s0UU4A/s1600-h/costes8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R7HaQwjzUcI/AAAAAAAAA0A/_tdv8s0UU4A/s320/costes8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166150229018497474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good being home over CNY, but I ended up coming back to KL Monday night with a slight fever and just feeling extremely tired. Now I feel much better (I swear, working out helps a lot!) but am coughing a little. I think the cough should go away soon enough....I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to bed now. Hopefully this cup of valerian tea will send me to la la land in a few minutes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-7172512949617571226?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7172512949617571226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=7172512949617571226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7172512949617571226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7172512949617571226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-could-happen-to-you.html' title='It could happen to you'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R7HZcgjzUaI/AAAAAAAAAzw/9MqqVL7lFJE/s72-c/costes6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4906150433640801515</id><published>2008-02-04T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:03:10.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Year of the rat</title><content type='html'>I need to pack because I'm going home tomorrow night, but I don't enjoy packing - it's pretty darn stressful, coordinating all those outfits and shoes and bags - so I am procrastinating, which is something I do very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more day of work! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to Chinese New Year because I'll get to see my parents, my brother (yay!!!) and family members and friends that I don't see very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets not forget the angpows. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safely, party hard and collect lots of red packets!&lt;br /&gt;And if you're celebrating your birthday - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yen&lt;/span&gt; - happy birthday!!! *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4906150433640801515?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4906150433640801515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4906150433640801515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4906150433640801515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4906150433640801515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-of-rat.html' title='Year of the rat'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4412159091623850832</id><published>2008-02-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:20:12.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Yoga goes high tech</title><content type='html'>Well, ok, not really high tech per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga Journal&lt;/a&gt; now has &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/podcast/?utm_source=MyYogaJournal&amp;amp;utm_medium=newsletter&amp;amp;utm_campaign=MYJ_292"&gt;podcasts&lt;/a&gt;, so you can practise at home with your own personal instructor! Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 podcasts to date. You can download them from the YJ website or from iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun practising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4412159091623850832?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4412159091623850832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4412159091623850832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4412159091623850832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4412159091623850832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/02/yoga-goes-high-tech.html' title='Yoga goes high tech'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1798431418319494143</id><published>2008-02-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:14:37.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m So Vain'/><title type='text'>Nail me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Did I get your attention? Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline&lt;/span&gt; was just telling me a few weeks back about the mani + pedi promotion at her newly opened outlet at The Gardens,&lt;br /&gt;I've finished up my package at &lt;a href="http://www.starhillgallery.com/pamper/spa-NAIL.asp"&gt;Nail Clinique&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and I had to get my nails done for Chinese New Year today,&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to get them done at &lt;a href="http://www.glitters.com.my/"&gt;Glitters Nails &amp;amp; Waxing Salon &lt;/a&gt;today, located on the 4th floor of the Gardens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outlet is bigger than the  one at Bangsar Village II, and has massage chairs too!&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun playing around with my chair today!&lt;br /&gt;The waxing room also has a bidet so you can *ahem* wash yourself before and after your wax.&lt;br /&gt;Their selection of OPI nail colours is good, although not as extensive as at Nail Clinique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitters has a loyalty card for their mani + pedi services, like the one they have for waxing. So each time you go, you get a stamp and a freebie (except on your first visit). For example, on your second visit, you'll get a free paraffin treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It works a little differently for their waxing loyalty card though - you get x% off on certain visits - not all - and a free gift on your 4th visit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as an opening promotion, Glitters is only charging RM 77 for mani AND pedi, AND you'll get paraffin treatment for both hands and feet thrown in FOC.&lt;br /&gt;Can you say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bargain&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;(I know the website says RM69 but it's RM77 ya)&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Madeline&lt;/span&gt; said the promotion should last up until after CNY but I didn't ask a specific date.&lt;br /&gt;Make your appointment by calling  03-2282-8813 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;Don't take the escalator leading up to GSC although it's also on the 4th floor, because it's separated from Cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;Cocoon, by the way, is the section that houses Glitters, mYoga, Centro Hair Salon, and mtm skincare.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you have a platinum credit card issued by any Malaysian incorporated bank, you'll be able to enjoy some perks at Cocoon outlets. I only noticed this after my nail appointment! It's valid up till March though, so I'm going back soon. I hope supplementary cards count. *rubs hands in glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*This is NOT a paid advertisement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1798431418319494143?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1798431418319494143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1798431418319494143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1798431418319494143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1798431418319494143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/02/nail-me.html' title='Nail me!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2889108571974462783</id><published>2008-01-30T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:23:31.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Miles away</title><content type='html'>Do you allow yourself to feel, or let your fear of being burnt hold you back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2889108571974462783?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2889108571974462783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2889108571974462783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2889108571974462783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2889108571974462783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/miles-away.html' title='Miles away'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3209201635182159642</id><published>2008-01-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:23:51.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Pfft!</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate how people you've not spoken to or seen me in a while ask "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When are you getting married?&lt;/span&gt;" the moment they see you, obviously assuming you're in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And should you say you're single, you get that whole spiel about how you're really not that young anymore and how you really ought to be less choosy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know about you, but I'm sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3209201635182159642?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3209201635182159642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3209201635182159642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3209201635182159642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3209201635182159642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/pfft.html' title='Pfft!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2514527073650795879</id><published>2008-01-22T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:42:34.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>Bubbly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It starts in my toes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Makes me crinkle my nose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wherever it goes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you make me smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please stay for a while now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just take your time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Wednesday!! For one, it's a public holiday, and there will be another 2 hour yoga class, but more importantly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; will be coming to KL and staying with me for one night.&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with her and realised we were talking for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll actually sleep on Wednesday night or talk till the wee hours of the morning like we used to way back when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2514527073650795879?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2514527073650795879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2514527073650795879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2514527073650795879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2514527073650795879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/bubbly.html' title='Bubbly'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6384960259959662102</id><published>2008-01-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:04:57.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>Does distance make the heart grow fonder, or do you believe that once you're out of sight, you'll probably be out of mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6384960259959662102?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6384960259959662102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6384960259959662102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6384960259959662102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6384960259959662102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-678543567925717140</id><published>2008-01-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:28:29.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><title type='text'>Contemplate</title><content type='html'>This is a little something from &lt;a href="http://www.fourmermaids.com/index.php"&gt;Sara Avant Stover&lt;/a&gt;'s latest newsletter which made me think, so I thought I'd share it with you.  And no, I have no answer to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If you haven’t already done so, take a quiet moment today or this evening to journal about that which you are ready to relinquish during this New Year. Use the potency of the shift that is happening in Nature now to support your inner journey. What is the door that is ready to be closed? And what is the door that is just waiting to be opened? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to blog about an anecdote&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Vincent&lt;/span&gt; related to us during our 3 hour yoga class last Thursday (which was a public holiday) but I've been lazy and busy, so you'll have to wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how they say that by living by the cycles of the moon, you'll be connecting with the cyclical rhythms in nature and within yourself? I'm wondering if I should at least try this out once.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if you're interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Moons:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use these days to relax, sleep in, meditate, curl up with a book and eat simple foods like fresh juices, salads and steamed vegetables.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 8, February 7, March 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Moons:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use these days for high-energy celebrations. Dance, go for a hike, skinny dip under the moonlight, indulge in rich desserts and festive meals with family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 22, February 21, March 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Feb 7 is Chinese New Year......I don't think I'll be sleeping in!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-678543567925717140?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/678543567925717140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=678543567925717140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/678543567925717140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/678543567925717140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/contemplate.html' title='Contemplate'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3287063630863121826</id><published>2008-01-12T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:59:50.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The more boys I meet</title><content type='html'>Well, no, not me exactly.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the title of a song by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Carrie Underwood &lt;/span&gt;(you'll find it on her latest album), in which she says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more boys I meet, the more I love my dog.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense, no? *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'll blog again later. Gotta run! I'm going to witness &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KS&lt;/span&gt; get hitched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3287063630863121826?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3287063630863121826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3287063630863121826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3287063630863121826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3287063630863121826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-boys-i-meet.html' title='The more boys I meet'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-9102036564736951430</id><published>2008-01-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T00:51:52.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Ain't no sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; has been annoying the crap out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; iPod nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes has not been able to detect&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Sunshin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;when she's plugged into my PC, although I am still able to charge it. I've had this problem for a while now. Earlier tonight, I installed iTunes again (and yes, the latest version), but it still could not detect my damned iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 minutes ago, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; suggested I reset my iPod. And voila! iTunes now detects it!&lt;br /&gt;(Apparently he sent me a mail this afternoon about it but I didn't get it. Hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn iTunes. And damned email servers.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to pull my hair out already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another unrelated note, I wonder if chipmunks make good pets. I want a cute fat one who can talk, sing and read, and wants to cuddle up with me when he gets nightmares, like Theodore.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe ok I'm officially crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I watched Alvin and The Chipmunks yesterday, in case you're wondering*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-9102036564736951430?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/9102036564736951430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=9102036564736951430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/9102036564736951430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/9102036564736951430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/aint-no-sunshine.html' title='Ain&apos;t no sunshine'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2090958219739005457</id><published>2008-01-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:16:57.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>I spent most of last night trying to shut out the voices in my head that were keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but wonder what I had achieved in 2007 (not much?).&lt;br /&gt;And all the drama! I could have done without some of them.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I wouldn't have learned the lessons that I have, had everything been peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt; today, I have realised one thing though - that I have some of the most amazing friends anyone could ever ask for, and I wouldn't have pulled through without them (you all know who you are). So I guess that must be something to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I realised I should waste no more time and energy on being angry. Like I told &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt; "I don't know, and I don't want to care".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of saying "I hope 2008 won't suck half as much as 2007 did", I should say "Lets hope 2008 works out to be an even better year than 2007".&lt;br /&gt;*reminds self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this month looks like it might be quite a good one.&lt;br /&gt;I got a bunch of belated X'mas pressies yesterday and today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;'s celebrating his birthday tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; is cooking lunch this Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;I will probably get a new Coach wristlet delivered to me *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KH &lt;/span&gt;will be back this Saturday too....and again at the end of the month,&lt;br /&gt;I will, hopefully, get to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gav&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;come to KL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KS&lt;/span&gt; is coming back!! To get married.....,&lt;br /&gt;And another wedding - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;'s (no, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharry&lt;/span&gt;, don't panic, different guy)&lt;br /&gt;And I think the best news I've had today -&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Val&lt;/span&gt;'s coming back for a week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*happy happy joy joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And one or two items I left out intentionally because I don't want to discuss them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro &lt;/span&gt;might come back to KL this month too!! Well, he said maybe. So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 2008 will work out to be a good year after all.&lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: With all that's happening, I wonder if I will actually keep to my resolve to behave this month. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2090958219739005457?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2090958219739005457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2090958219739005457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2090958219739005457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2090958219739005457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-5376929434930119727</id><published>2008-01-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:50:17.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Good behaviour</title><content type='html'>Today &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Val &lt;/span&gt;suggested I be a very good girl for one month.&lt;br /&gt;That would mean no clubbing, no drinking, no anything naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that a few weeks back I agreed to go to Mambo tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like going anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Time for a break!&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on 2007, I don't feel like I've achieved much. There isn't anything I'm particularly proud of. I wouldn't say 2007 was a bad year for me, but it wasn't great either. I have learned a lot though, from all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope 2008 works out to be a better year, in all respects. For me, and for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-5376929434930119727?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5376929434930119727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=5376929434930119727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5376929434930119727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5376929434930119727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-behaviour.html' title='Good behaviour'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-5858809098987551918</id><published>2007-12-31T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:18:55.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the new</title><content type='html'>I was going to write a post about the things I've learned in 2007, but now I'm tired and lazy, so scrap that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been convinced by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mum &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt; not to go get my hair washed and blown for tonight because I wouldn't want to get stuck in traffic. I was meaning to try out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Cut Above&lt;/span&gt; at the Pavilion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-5858809098987551918?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5858809098987551918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=5858809098987551918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5858809098987551918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5858809098987551918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the old, in with the new'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-592619335273008179</id><published>2007-12-27T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:08:52.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m So Vain'/><title type='text'>Year end party check list</title><content type='html'>I'm cooking some soup!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, I have just put my organic butternut squash soup to boil. It's pre-packed soup by the &lt;a href="http://www.pacificfoods.com/aboutus.php"&gt;Pacific Food&lt;/a&gt; company.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is my idea of cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I have come up with my own check list of things you should do before 31 Dec to ensure you look and feel your best for your year end party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Facial&lt;br /&gt;2. Body scrub (a massage to go with it is optional, but I say it's a pretty good option)&lt;br /&gt;3. Wax!&lt;br /&gt;4. Mani &amp;amp; pedi&lt;br /&gt;5. If your hair looks like a mop, have a cut / trim.&lt;br /&gt;6. Exercise, exercise!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Drink tons of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss anything out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home later today, until 31 Dec itself, but I should be back by the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been home since the Raya break. That was October, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Raya - was that when it all happened but I just didn't know it? Or refused to believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well, seriously, I don't give a damn anymore. I'm so over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-592619335273008179?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/592619335273008179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=592619335273008179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/592619335273008179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/592619335273008179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/year-end-party-check-list.html' title='Year end party check list'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-642230328678077481</id><published>2007-12-24T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:09:25.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>A sticky matter</title><content type='html'>Before my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;left, I've never really checked the mail box because I knew he'd do it. I'm now slowly getting into the habit of checking it once in a few days.  So anyway, I thought I should check it after step class earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in it was a big envelope. I took one glance and knew who it was from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my X'mas gift from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen &lt;/span&gt;(who's many miles away having fun, dammit) - a sticker book!&lt;br /&gt;I literally laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Not just ANY sticker book ok? It's an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sticker book!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....The guy thinks I'm a 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;But I actually quite like it. I mean, it's Enchanted!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall spend X'mas day sticking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; You might (or might not) have noticed the video I posted up on Facebook last night. It's a music video from Enchanted. Don't you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9qvHXC5ve8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9qvHXC5ve8&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/12967868-642230328678077481?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/642230328678077481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=642230328678077481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/642230328678077481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/642230328678077481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/sticky-matter.html' title='A sticky matter'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6080495165311650064</id><published>2007-12-24T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T03:00:25.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Singapore Dec07: Random bits</title><content type='html'>I found an interesting brand of skin and body care in one of the pharmacies, called &lt;a href="http://facecandy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-say-yes-to-carrots.html"&gt;Yes To Carrots&lt;/a&gt;! So cute, so me, I had to take a picture! I should get me some of their stuff on the next trip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26hYHztzQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5gMsNNbg8iY/s1600-h/spore+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26hYHztzQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5gMsNNbg8iY/s320/spore+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147228859915947266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clarkequay.com.sg/"&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;/a&gt; is so different and pretty now! I like! I haven't been there for a good number of years. I don't know why, I just didn't seem to go there during my last few visits. The area we were at - lined with clubs and restaurants - is now also known as &lt;a href="http://www.the-cannery.com/index.html"&gt;The Cannery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at some Italian restaurant. I don't even know the name of the place but it was good. Nice, cosy and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clubs / bars surround a pretty fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26j8HztzRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Ke_t4S3mR0w/s1600-h/spore+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26j8HztzRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Ke_t4S3mR0w/s320/spore+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147231677414493458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first stop after dinner was &lt;a href="http://www.hedkandi.com.sg/index.htm"&gt;Kandi Bar&lt;/a&gt;. We sat outside so that it was easier to hear each other. There were tons of crocodile soft toys stuffed in a net. Rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26lDXztzSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/rWq-9J1eU3s/s1600-h/spore+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26lDXztzSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/rWq-9J1eU3s/s320/spore+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147232901480172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.indochine.com.sg/"&gt;Forbidden City by Indochine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I was at Indochine. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S-En &lt;/span&gt;and I were there for dinner many years ago. The place has definitely had a facelift.&lt;br /&gt;We sat next to the aquarium so I took this picture of a little fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26l_nztzTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/0QITbcjR3QU/s1600-h/spore+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26l_nztzTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/0QITbcjR3QU/s320/spore+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147233936567291186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last stop was &lt;a href="http://www.theclinic.sg/index.html"&gt;The Clinic&lt;/a&gt;. I loved the concept here. Wheelchairs are used as chairs, and some drinks are served in syringes and drips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here makes it look like we were sitting in a surgery room, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26m5nztzUI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3zs5w21dC-w/s1600-h/spore+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26m5nztzUI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3zs5w21dC-w/s320/spore+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147234932999703874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another random picture I took which I think is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26njnztzVI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Pk76Ykglr9c/s1600-h/spore+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26njnztzVI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Pk76Ykglr9c/s320/spore+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147235654554209618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gav &lt;/span&gt;and wondering if they give discounts to doctors, the answer is no. He asked on his first visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the parking lot, I noticed a pretty mural on the wall which looked to me like an advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Hey, is there a club called Staircase? Oh...wait, is that just to say we're in the stairwell?" &lt;/span&gt;I realised how silly I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Yes we're in the staircase"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too ditzy for my own good sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for Singapore with S$300 in cash. I came home with just a little under S$200 in cash. Not bad, I say! I spent most of my time in Singapore either shopping (which was all on credit card) or with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever I was with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;, he paid for everything - meals, cab / MRT rides, even little knick knacks I bought. And when I hung out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gav&lt;/span&gt;, he insisted on paying for everything too. Lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years of not seeing each other (keeping in touch via Facebook, and the occassional sms don't count), I'm so glad &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gav&lt;/span&gt; and I can still talk like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how addicted I am to the Internet, when after a short tour around &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gav'&lt;/span&gt;s place, I simply plop myself down in front of his PC and checked my emails and Facebook. This was close to 9PM and we hadn't eaten, and one of the first things I could think of was my emails!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt;'s place. It has all the amenities you could want - tennis courts, a huge huge pool (I'm so bringing my swimsuit the next time I'm in Singapore and inviting myself over for a swim!), games room (with a pool table), gym (quite well equipped), karaoke room, and conference room. And it's relatively close to Orchard Road too (3 stops)! Me likey.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to watch The Golden Compass with my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; bro&lt;/span&gt; but he changed his mind, especially when everyone's been saying how bad it is. I still want to watch it though. I should get the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk into the departure hall at Changi (just before clearing customs), I think of you. I remember when we broke up. I cried and held on to you for the longest time. I remember the exact spot where we stood. I remember the white shirt you wore, soaked with my tears. I remember our ride to the airport and our conversation. We've both moved on, but I suppose some things you just don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time....this time I felt sad. Because I feel like I've lost a friend. I cannot understand how you might allow her to tell you whom you can be friends with. It's been years; you'd think she'd be fine by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you'll read this, but if you do, just know I don't hold it against you. I accept your apology. I just wish it were different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6080495165311650064?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6080495165311650064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6080495165311650064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6080495165311650064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6080495165311650064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore-dec07-random-bits.html' title='Singapore Dec07: Random bits'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26hYHztzQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5gMsNNbg8iY/s72-c/spore+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2462797601532860446</id><published>2007-12-24T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:47:48.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Singapore Dec07: Pure Yoga</title><content type='html'>One of the items high up on my to-do list in Singapore was to try a yoga class at &lt;a href="http://www.pure-yoga.com/en/hongkong/about_pure/pure_yoga.php"&gt;Pure Yoga&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I arrived, after lunch and drinks with my uni mates (excl &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S-En&lt;/span&gt; who wasn't feeling well), I popped by Pure Yoga at Ngee Ann City to look around and find out if I could partake in a class the following day, and how much a drop-by would cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer representative that attended to me was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nicky&lt;/span&gt;. He showed me around the studio, talked me through the various classes they have, told me a little about a few of their instructors, and set me up for a class the next day. A class costs S$40 for a one time drop-in but if you're Singaporean and keen to sign up for a package at Pure (or you really know how to work your charms hehe), you get a trial class for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very eager to try out Hot Yoga (a.k.a. Bikram Yoga), which really is just yoga taught in a heated room. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nicky&lt;/span&gt; recommended I try Hot Flow since I already do yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived half an hour before my 12.30PM class the next day, got changed and lounged in one of the very comfy sofas reading a yoga magazine until &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nicky&lt;/span&gt; told me it's time to go into the studio. The instructor was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;, who reminded me of famous yogi &lt;a href="http://www.yeeyoga.com/index.php?ver=4&amp;amp;tstamp=1198428212"&gt;Rodney Yee&lt;/a&gt;. Must be the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with the usual sun salutations, then moved through a series of poses. I didn't find it as flow-y as I'd expected, since it was supposed to be a vinyasa class. It wasn't very challenging, I don't think. But it wasn't easy-peasy-close-your-eyes-can-do either. Er lets just say, if you've done some power yoga before, you won't be struggling through the poses and won't be dead tired when you get out of class. I'm not saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;'s not a good instructor; in fact, I think he is rather good. Very precise, the kind who'd go around correcting your posture. I guess it's just that the class wasn't designed to be super challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part was when we moved from &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/480"&gt;shoulderstand&lt;/a&gt; (the unsupported version; I can't find a link for that) to &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/472"&gt;bridge&lt;/a&gt;, to &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/473"&gt;urdhva dhanurasana&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know why I refer to some poses with their English names and some with their Sanskrit names. Anyhow, I love how instructors are able to come up with interesting sequences like this, because I can't. Or maybe I can't be bothered to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it a little tricky to hold the &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/468"&gt;Bakasana&lt;/a&gt; pose though, because my arms were so sweaty that my knees kept slipping bit by bit. I had to hold in my abs a lot more but they still slipped slowly. Maybe I wasn't holding in enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a regular yoga class, I have to make a concious effort to practice &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/2485"&gt;Ujjayi Pranayama&lt;/a&gt; throughtout the class but in this hot yoga session, I found it came very naturally. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this, I've heard that some people feel faint in a hot yoga class so I was a little worried. I felt very very slightly lightheaded for a few minutes while we moved through the sun salutations but once I got used to the heat, I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bikram Yoga is great for detoxification because it makes you sweat a whole lot more. It also makes it easier to stretch because your body is warmed up. However, I think the danger with this is, if you don't know your limits, you could think "ooooh I'm so flexible!" and over stretch, so do be careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be advisable to bring a large towel, so that you can wrap yourself up after class to keep your body warm. It's not very fun coming out from a heated room to an air conditioned room. I kept myself wrapped up all the way to the showers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Yoga has great facilities. The changing / shower room is huge (with rain showers!), and shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, facial cotton, cotton buds, body lotion and towels are all provided. Use of lockers is free. Yoga mats are provided too. Really, all you need to bring is yourself and a change of clothes. If you forget to bring a bottle of water, fret not, you can buy bottled water there. Or if you have your own bottle you can fill it up at one of the many water dispensers around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a branch at Raffles Place but if I had to pick one to sign up with, I'd choose the Ngee Ann City one. No prizes for guessing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure sells yoga wear as well, which I was planning to buy because all the female instructors at Jiva have such pretty yoga wear (they wear mainly Lululemon, mostly purchased at Pure Yoga HK when they attend workshops there), but changed my mind when I found out a simple top sells for about S$100 (some more, some a little less). That's just the top. So I'd have to shell out RM400-ish for an entire outfit! OK, maybe on the next trip, if I don't actually buy anything else and/or am feeling much more generous with myself, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;might consider&lt;/span&gt; buying expensive yoga wear. I'm a sucker for all things pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gav &lt;/span&gt;put it...."for a few pieces of spandex?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text message from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt; when I left Pure, so I decided to tell her that I just had a yoga class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Seriously you are a FREAK!"&lt;/span&gt; came her response. Haha that cracked me up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2462797601532860446?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2462797601532860446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2462797601532860446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2462797601532860446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2462797601532860446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore-dec07-pure-yoga.html' title='Singapore Dec07: Pure Yoga'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1479768104065795453</id><published>2007-12-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:04:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Singapore Dec07: Cedele</title><content type='html'>Last night (i.e. Saturday night) my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; suggested &lt;a href="http://www.cedeledepot.com/home/home.asp"&gt;Cedele&lt;/a&gt; at Wheelock Place for dinner. Healthy eating, he tells me. I agreed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;'s starting to eat healthy. Surprised, but very glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a garden green salad to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26ATnztzJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/KVsXd_i6GP4/s1600-h/spore+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26ATnztzJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/KVsXd_i6GP4/s320/spore+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147192498722819218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were sunflower seeds in the salad; I asked if he liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Hmmm...quite nice. First time I'm having them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Really?! So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Yeah I only know bak kut teh and McD's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26BnHztzLI/AAAAAAAAAxg/-bnQnXHKsPU/s1600-h/laugh+red.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26BnHztzLI/AAAAAAAAAxg/-bnQnXHKsPU/s200/laugh+red.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147193933241896114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (actually, I) ordered the tofu salad with balsamic vinaigrette to share. I liked it. I don't think my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; liked it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26BB3ztzKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/6FvjNCPqXD4/s1600-h/spore+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26BB3ztzKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/6FvjNCPqXD4/s320/spore+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147193293291768994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My main was the asparagus and mushroom risotto.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much of the rice because it was waaaayyyy more creamy than I had expected. I don't like cream. Actually, does risotto have to be creamy? I remember having non creamy risotto before. Hmmm....the menu didn't mention cream. Ewww...cream! OK you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26CInztzMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/y3PteIyUj0I/s1600-h/spore+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26CInztzMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/y3PteIyUj0I/s320/spore+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147194508767513794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bro&lt;/span&gt;'s main was the fish pasta. The pasta itself was actually quite good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26Ci3ztzNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cMyQt9eVVrY/s1600-h/spore+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26Ci3ztzNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cMyQt9eVVrY/s320/spore+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147194959739079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the "very berry" sorbet for dessert; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro &lt;/span&gt;had the pistachio chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26DN3ztzOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_5dDkt6woiE/s1600-h/spore+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26DN3ztzOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/_5dDkt6woiE/s320/spore+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147195698473454818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26DOnztzPI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Zcnc__BAKgI/s1600-h/spore+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26DOnztzPI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Zcnc__BAKgI/s320/spore+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147195711358356722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....not very good pics. I need to learn to use Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedele also serves some gluten free fare, and marks those items on the menu as suitable for those with coeliac disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; goes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"What is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ko-liac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;see-liac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt; I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a little education on what coeliac disease is.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Gluten free food is good for people who are intolerant to gluten."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"That's like saying your left shoe is for your left leg!"&lt;/span&gt; his turn to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say the stupidest things sometimes, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first night in Singapore, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; took me to Imperial Treasures Teochew restaurant at Ngee Ann City. We didn't order the usual teochew dishes; nothing like what grandma used to cook but it was really good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;There was a tofu dish we ordered that I feel like having now. Even my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt;, a non tofu fan, liked it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1479768104065795453?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1479768104065795453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1479768104065795453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1479768104065795453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1479768104065795453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore-dec07-cedele.html' title='Singapore Dec07: Cedele'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R26ATnztzJI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/KVsXd_i6GP4/s72-c/spore+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2773410353990461483</id><published>2007-12-23T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:18:42.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Singapore Dec07: The good stuff</title><content type='html'>I just got home from Singapore about 2 hours ago and before I blog about anything else, I want to tell you what I bought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the order in which they were purchased:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 t-shirts from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Queen's Couture&lt;/span&gt;, at Heeren. I pop by this shop almost every time I'm in Singapore. They have a great collection of &lt;a href="http://www.80stees.com/Junk-Food-t-shirts.asp"&gt;Junk Food&lt;/a&gt; tees, as well as other labels. I tell everyone to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Queen's Couture&lt;/span&gt; in Singapore for their t-shirt fix. And no, I don't get paid for the "advertisement" I do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the tees I got says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tripped on the 12th step&lt;/span&gt;". I thought that was cute. But I don't think someone who's actually undergoing rehab will find that very cute. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.electricladyland.com/SearchResults.asp?Cat=397"&gt;dVb jeans&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Queen's Couture&lt;/span&gt;! I got the &lt;a href="http://www.electricladyland.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=dvb39519"&gt;Dark Indigo Bootcut&lt;/a&gt; jeans and OMG I love love love how they fit like a glove! And are like wonderbras for your ass. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R25zznztzBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cIlkrXYWW5k/s1600-h/dVb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R25zznztzBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cIlkrXYWW5k/s320/dVb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147178754827471890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are the only shop in Singapore at the moment that sell &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dVb&lt;/span&gt; jeans. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Queen's Couture &lt;/span&gt;also sells jeans by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hudson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ksubi&lt;/span&gt; (formerly Tsubi), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;April 77&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cheap Monday&lt;/span&gt; (apparently THE denim label for skinny people with no ass &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R250THztzCI/AAAAAAAAAwY/xfE38LS4Cp0/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R250THztzCI/AAAAAAAAAwY/xfE38LS4Cp0/s200/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147179295993351202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd planned to get another pair of designer jeans to add to my tiny tiny collection, but was actually planning for a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.truereligionbrandjeans.com/"&gt;True Religion&lt;/a&gt; ones. I don't regret my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dVb&lt;/span&gt; jeans though; I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK but...there is always a BUT, there was some kind of miscommunication and the seamstress that was supposed to alter the length of my jeans (I'm short!), wasn't told that I had to have them back by today (Sunday) and she's out of country till next Wednesday. Great. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the nice people at&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Queen's Couture&lt;/span&gt; have offered to deliver my jeans to me by mail when it's done, and they will also bourne all freight charges. So I guess they're still in my good books. Now I'm just hoping it will arrive before year end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Earrings by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dior&lt;/span&gt;. I super adore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pumps by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cK&lt;/span&gt;. I like my shoes high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. CDs from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Gramophone&lt;/span&gt; at Ngee Ann City. Now, I blame my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; for this, because I was killing time while waiting for him for dinner one day, and ended up buying 7 CDs. The guy even asked if I wanted to apply for a VIP card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find some CDs cheaper in Singapore, like the Hotel Costes series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Best-Groove-Armada/dp/B00029CXK4/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1198422515&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Groove Armada - The Best Of&lt;/a&gt; - Includes the new single "Song 4 Mutya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R2555XztzDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TtaBgSpF-7U/s1600-h/groove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R2555XztzDI/AAAAAAAAAwg/TtaBgSpF-7U/s320/groove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147185450681486386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hotel-Costes-Vol-St%C3%A9phane-Pompougnac/dp/B0002PN5NW/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1198422577&amp;amp;sr=1-10"&gt;Hotel Costes - Sept (Vol. 7)&lt;/a&gt;. I thought I'd start by buying the one that I've had my eyes on for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R256Z3ztzEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/3NMaMnabNN8/s1600-h/hotelcostes7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R256Z3ztzEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/3NMaMnabNN8/s320/hotelcostes7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147186009027234882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Carnival-Ride-Carrie-Underwood/dp/B000VI70V8/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1198422656&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Carrie Underwood - Carnival Ride&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R256qXztzFI/AAAAAAAAAww/06CcFEuS_Tc/s1600-h/carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R256qXztzFI/AAAAAAAAAww/06CcFEuS_Tc/s320/carrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147186292495076434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/1s-Eco-Friendly-Packaging-Stevie-Wonder/dp/B000TJ6COK/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1198422720&amp;amp;sr=1-8"&gt;Stevie Wonder - Number Ones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R2565nztzGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_3bgucwBY2Y/s1600-h/swonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R2565nztzGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_3bgucwBY2Y/s320/swonder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147186554488081506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hed-Kandi-2008-Various-Artists/dp/B000WPE8EW/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1198422782&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Hed Kandi - The Mix 2008&lt;/a&gt; - just arrived that very day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R257GHztzHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/loEqvxiSdyg/s1600-h/hedkandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R257GHztzHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/loEqvxiSdyg/s320/hedkandi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147186769236446322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;French Kiss.....XXX - I can't find a link for this but it's basically French lounge music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jamie-Scott-Town-Bench-Theories/dp/B000TZGQ54/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1198422857&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Jamie Scott &amp;amp; The Town - Park Bench Theories &lt;/a&gt;- If you don't know Jamie Scott, I suggest you get to know his music. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R257iHztzII/AAAAAAAAAxI/yuZ-afptsVw/s1600-h/jscott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R257iHztzII/AAAAAAAAAxI/yuZ-afptsVw/s320/jscott.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147187250272783490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK that was all. I have a tiny hole in my pocket already. But as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt; said, 'tis the season to be jolly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2773410353990461483?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2773410353990461483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2773410353990461483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2773410353990461483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2773410353990461483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore-dec07-good-stuff.html' title='Singapore Dec07: The good stuff'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R25zznztzBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cIlkrXYWW5k/s72-c/dVb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-5312288099852417411</id><published>2007-12-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:08:53.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>Across the pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gav&lt;/span&gt; kindly offered to pick me up tomorrow morning and suggested going for brunch first.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I already have lunch plans with my uni mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Idiot. You have to accompany me for breakfast. I'm not picking you up for nothing ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so if I'm late for lunch tomorrow, people, it isn't really my fault! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to pack. I hate packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; just called to tell me to bring his tennis racquet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(And bed sheets too. And some documents for him to sign!)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the UPS delivery girl. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing - I was at the launch of Centro @ &lt;a href="http://www.sookasentral.com/"&gt;Sooka Sentral&lt;/a&gt; earlier, and I'd parked at Plaza Sentral because the car park at Centro was already full by the time I arrived (which was still early!!). Anyway when I left, there was no one manning the booth at the car park exit. So I parked for free! Whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have packed earlier, so I could be out now instead of home deciding what I'd like to wear for the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I really have to pack.&lt;br /&gt;My cab will be here at 5.30am tomorrow! *gasp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-5312288099852417411?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5312288099852417411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=5312288099852417411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5312288099852417411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5312288099852417411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/across-pond.html' title='Across the pond'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-8006604041305070618</id><published>2007-12-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:39:16.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>What goes around comes around</title><content type='html'>I've been doing some thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you have been way too nice to me, way too tolerant of me and my (earlier) senseless disregard for your feelings. And I wonder why you put up with my sh*t. I have not met anyone (outside of my family), half as patient with me as you have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am here, and you are there, our roles reversed. Now I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know exactly how I feel - it's a strange mix of emotions - but I don't want you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;how I feel. For once, maybe you shouldn't be so nice to me. I don't feel like I deserve it.  It makes me feel more guilty than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy more than anything, so do what pleases you. And I meant it when I said I wanted you to talk to me about it like you would with any other friend. &lt;br /&gt;Don't think about me and my feelings, just this once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-8006604041305070618?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8006604041305070618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=8006604041305070618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8006604041305070618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8006604041305070618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around comes around'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1003458899545619560</id><published>2007-12-13T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:59:33.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>What not to ask me</title><content type='html'>A friend I have not spoken to in a long while (maybe about a year or so? Brief MSN chats don't count) calls me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do the usual catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Do you still do yoga?"&lt;/span&gt; he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Are you still vegetarian?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what kind of question is that?! It's not the first time I've heard it. Why do people like to ask me that? It's not a phase for me, I don't think. Moreover, I would imagine it would be tough to go back to eating meat after I've stayed off it for so long. And I have no reason to want to go back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jokingly "scolded" him for asking me that *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I was pretty glad to hear from him and that we caught up. I'm just not sure why that's such a common question! Maybe I'll ask him next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;I don't usually talk about being vegetarian, but since we're on the subject, I'd just like to say, please also do not ask if I eat fish. I find it a rather amusing (although sometimes, annoying) question. If I did, I'd tell you I was a pesco vegetarian. Or semi vegetarian, or something like that. And come on, think about it. Fish. Animal, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/P/S: &lt;/span&gt;I have nothing against non-vegetarians! All my friends and family members are not; I love them all regardless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1003458899545619560?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1003458899545619560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1003458899545619560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1003458899545619560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1003458899545619560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-not-to-ask-me.html' title='What not to ask me'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-335729665704034357</id><published>2007-12-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:46:14.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Kashi GoLean!</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you'll probably know that I like healthy food. Organic, preferably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently discovered &lt;a href="http://www.kashi.com/products/golean_crunch_honey_almond_flax"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kashi GoLean Crunch! &lt;/span&gt;Honey Almond Flax&lt;/a&gt;, which is yummy on its own or with milk (organic soy milk for me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R11QnqEk3FI/AAAAAAAAAwA/syOQNa36Q_I/s1600-h/kashi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R11QnqEk3FI/AAAAAAAAAwA/syOQNa36Q_I/s320/kashi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142354991765576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me likey!!&lt;br /&gt;But it's rather pricey - over RM20 per box, but I don't remember the exact amount - so I'll try not to finish it in a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-335729665704034357?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/335729665704034357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=335729665704034357' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/335729665704034357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/335729665704034357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/kashi-golean.html' title='Kashi GoLean!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R11QnqEk3FI/AAAAAAAAAwA/syOQNa36Q_I/s72-c/kashi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4252963968540306788</id><published>2007-12-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:35:38.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamper  Me'/><title type='text'>Truly Heavenly Spa Treatment @ Jentayu Spa</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I finally made use of spa voucher #2 that I received from some friends for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blog about my first visit to &lt;a href="http://www.jentayuspa.com.my/"&gt;Jentayu Spa&lt;/a&gt;, which was some months back. I had a traditional body massage then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I arrived the spa at about 2.20PM for my 2.30PM appointment. I was greeted by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ida&lt;/span&gt;, the spa manager, a very courteous and friendly lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the waiting area, flipping through magazines for about 5 minutes. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ida&lt;/span&gt; led me downstairs, where all the treatment rooms were situated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My treatment began with a foot soak (I think all treatments do), where &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;, my therapist, scrubbed my feet with a pumice stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R11CcaEk3EI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QUGtyqv0Fe4/s1600-h/jentayu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R11CcaEk3EI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QUGtyqv0Fe4/s320/jentayu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142339405329259586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This pic was taken during my first visit to Jentayu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then showed me to my treatment room, and handed me a towel, bathrobe, shower cap and disposable undies to change into, after which she led me to the steam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes in the steam room seemed like forever. I kept myself occupied by watching beads of sweat form on my arms, listening to the song playing in my head (some Mandarin song by&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Sally Yeh&lt;/span&gt;, believe it or not!), admiring the henna tattoo on my arm, wondering what Bikram Yoga would be like and telling myself I must try it one day soon, wondering what would happen if I were to faint upon stepping out of the steam room (I'm quite imaginative, I know!) and remembering the last time I was in a steam room (at &lt;a href="http://www.shangri-la.com/en/property/bangkok/shangrila/health/chispa/intro"&gt;Chi Spa, Bangkok,&lt;/a&gt; with mum, about 2 years back. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;want to go back there!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was led back to my treatment room for my Mococa scrub treatment, after having a glass of water. I'm guessing Mococa scrub is made from a mixture of ground coffee and chocolate (well, duh!). Did I ever mention that I love being scrubbed? When &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;scrubbed the front of my body, she placed cold cucumber slices over my eyes, which was very refreshing. I like! I wondered how &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lamb &lt;/span&gt;would have reacted if she were me though, because I could actually smell the cucumber. When she was done scrubbing, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;left me for 10 minutes, presumably to let the goodness of the ingredients in the scrub work their magic. I've read that coffee scrubs are good for the prevention of cellulite. Well, I sure hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I showered, and was ready for my body massage. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;used rather strong pressure, which I liked. Again, when I lay on my back, she placed cucumber slices over my eyes. When she was almost done with my massage, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;turned on the tap at the foot of my massage bed. I could hear water filling up somewhere but I wasn't quite sure where, or why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the massage was over, she got me to step down for a while and removed the top of the massage bed to reveal a bath tub beneath! And then I realised what she was doing earlier (now, had I read the treatment description I would have known that the treatment included a herbal bath!). I thought this was genius, this whole hidden bath tub thing. I stepped into the bath, and watched while she scattered flower petals all over. Flowers! I love flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the last time I had a bath. But I remember my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;and I used to play in the tub together at home when we were very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;young, before we could fully appreciate what members of the opposite sex being in the same bath tub meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt; left the room and returned a little while later with a cup of ginger drink for me. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;I sipped on the drink slowly and played with the bath foam for a little while, then decided to get up and into the shower before my fingers started to look like my granny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was through, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria &lt;/span&gt;came into the room and applied body lotion for me. Talk about being pampered! In the midst of it, she asked if I "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jarang makan nas&lt;/span&gt;i" (seldom eat rice).&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a while and replied that I did eat rice (I am not a big fan of rice; I prefer noodles and certain breads), and asked her why.&lt;br /&gt;She said that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"perut cantik"&lt;/span&gt; (nice stomach / abdomen).&lt;br /&gt;I think she just about made my day. And made all those gym, yoga and pilates sessions worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;10 extra brownie points for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed and went back upstairs, chatted with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ida&lt;/span&gt; for a while, bought a small bottle of their Spice body wash, and left feeling very relaxed and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks you guys!! &lt;/span&gt;(you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jentayu Spa &lt;/span&gt;offers customers a 20% discount on all treatments from Mondays to Fridays, between 10am and 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I intend to go back when I'm on mandate leave for a mani and pedi!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spa also has couples' rooms. However they do not have treatments for men alone. Men have to be accompanied by their wifes or girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jentayu Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 11, Jalan Gelenggang&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Damansara&lt;br /&gt;50490 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tel No: (03) 2094 4428&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4252963968540306788?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4252963968540306788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4252963968540306788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4252963968540306788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4252963968540306788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/truly-heavenly-spa-treatment-jentayu.html' title='Truly Heavenly Spa Treatment @ Jentayu Spa'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R11CcaEk3EI/AAAAAAAAAv4/QUGtyqv0Fe4/s72-c/jentayu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4210530761492216513</id><published>2007-12-09T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T02:00:11.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>I finally got to watch &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/enchanted/"&gt;the movie&lt;/a&gt; last Thursday! Wheee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was good! I left the cinema all smiley.&lt;br /&gt;Smiley, and drooling over &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dempsey"&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks better in scrubs on Grey's Anatomy, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Marsden seems to like singing (he was in Hairspray too). But I personally feel he's more suited to the Cyclops kinda character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the Wiki entry for some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enchanted_%282007_film%29"&gt;Enchanted trivia&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG, the song that was played during the ball ("So Close") - didn't it make you almost&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;want to cry your eyes out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not watched this, do go! Especially if you're a girl who likes happy, feel good, dreamy, romantic Disney movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this at GSC Pavilion. I like, I like! Maybe because it's new and shiny and all.&lt;br /&gt;I also love that it's very close by for me!&lt;br /&gt;(A ticket costs RM11 instead of the usual RM10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4210530761492216513?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4210530761492216513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4210530761492216513' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4210530761492216513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4210530761492216513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-918153574103520247</id><published>2007-12-09T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:26:48.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamper  Me'/><title type='text'>Hammam @ The Attic</title><content type='html'>Was at the Attic earlier for an &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=7728865915"&gt;event &lt;/a&gt;organised by &lt;a href="http://www.hammambaths.com/main.html"&gt;Hammam&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://attickl.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Attic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VictorC&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; wife &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt; are visiting KL this weekend so I brought them along to the event. Something different, a little less tourist-y. After all, they've been to KL before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a go at the shoulder massage first. Actually, I cheated. I had 2 shoulder massages. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got henna tattoo-ed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VictorC&lt;/span&gt; initially had his on his nape, then realised that he couldn't show up to work with that (Singapore Navy; very strict!) so he got it removed then had another on his arm, which he could cover up at work. I had mine on my left arm, then saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt;, gave her a hug and totally smudged it because it wasn't dry yet. Silly me! *smacks forehead* So I got it redone on the right arm. My first henna tattoo. This one's pretty light though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Moroccan food. It was yummy! But I was a klutz (as usual) and dropped my fork on my dress. Thank goodness it was a dark coloured dress so the stain wasn't obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belly dancer entertained us with a few dances and got some patrons to dance too.&lt;br /&gt;She was really tall and slim and made me gawk. I told &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VictorC &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt; I thought she was hot but they figured she was "a little thin". Well, not to me!&lt;br /&gt;*YES, I am straight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got our feet pampered with a foot mask + massage, which almost made me fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was getting my feet wrapped up, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VictorC&lt;/span&gt; handed me a plate of Moroccan salad and also the cinnamon orange dessert. I had wanted to try the salad earlier but it had run out, and as for the latter, I'd mentioned I really liked it. I guess *some* men do listen!&lt;br /&gt;But instead of thanking him, I narrowed my eyes at him and went &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Are you trying to make me fat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"It's just salad!!"&lt;/span&gt; he scolded.&lt;br /&gt;I happily tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lucky draw at the end of the night and guess who won one of the 2 prizes? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VictorC&lt;/span&gt;! So tomorrow he and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt; will be getting pampered at Hammam! They'd already planned to go so since they'd won the voucher, they'll have to pay less for tomorrow's session. Oh, and being Singaporeans, it works out even cheaper for them. Yay, I'm so happy they won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I really got to speak to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;. I'd only met her once before this, which was during &lt;a href="http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/02/trip-to-singapore-18-20-dec06.html"&gt;their wedding&lt;/a&gt; last year.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that VictorC had told Karen a few things about me, like my shoe buying habit back in uni (which is still a habit till today!), and apparently I'm "a little ditzy".&lt;br /&gt;I glared at him, then gave up trying to deny it. So, yeah, I am....but only sometimes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-918153574103520247?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/918153574103520247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=918153574103520247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/918153574103520247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/918153574103520247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/hammam-attic.html' title='Hammam @ The Attic'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-8821331285242956017</id><published>2007-12-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:22:07.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Popcorn</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1QnxKEk3DI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-Hdctuwk6SE/s1600-R/happy+bday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1QnxKEk3DI/AAAAAAAAAvw/wUpuC7pz2Lk/s320/happy+bday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139776800207199282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's your birthday, we'll probably have to let you be as corny as you want to be today (oh dear me!!)&lt;br /&gt;OK, will talk to you........like, now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being so caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your trip ok, and don't forget our goodies!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-8821331285242956017?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8821331285242956017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=8821331285242956017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8821331285242956017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8821331285242956017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/popcorn.html' title='Popcorn'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1QnxKEk3DI/AAAAAAAAAvw/wUpuC7pz2Lk/s72-c/happy+bday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2591330832014527008</id><published>2007-12-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:47:42.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Holiday, anyone?</title><content type='html'>We usually have 2 family holidays a year but this year we will have none at all! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;'s unable to get his leave approved since he's just started on his current job.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; won't go on a family trip with one member missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to Singapore on my own. I just can't decide how long I should stay. I'm fickle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2591330832014527008?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2591330832014527008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2591330832014527008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2591330832014527008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2591330832014527008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-anyone.html' title='Holiday, anyone?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-627346140722622525</id><published>2007-12-03T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:51:07.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>My loooong weekend</title><content type='html'>You might have noticed that I've stopped blogging about every little thing I do now (as I did when I first started blogging) because, well, I can't be bothered to anymore. But since 5-day weekends don't come around too often, I thought I'd blog about it, as briefly as possible because you'd probably fall asleep if it were too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and hit the gym in the early evening.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Mambo with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; at night. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;, and 2 of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;'s colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; and I got asked for our IDs. I guess we still look young!&lt;br /&gt;I'd told &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; there was a hot girl for him to meet and his "schedule suddenly cleared up". &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1Qa9KEk3AI/AAAAAAAAAvY/8J1bKhEEO5k/s1600-R/laugh2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1Qa9KEk3AI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HSmAJ4HiygM/s200/laugh2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139762712714468354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left early because some people actually had to work *grin* Then again, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; had to work but he partied with us till 3am!&lt;br /&gt;I danced on the podium, because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ &lt;/span&gt;asked me to. I was sober, thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ &lt;/span&gt;and I convinced &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; to stay on for another day; she was supposed to go back on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with gastric and felt like throwing up but I forced myself out of bed to tidy up a little, because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; was going to put up with me for the night, since she had to check out of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;We had a light lunch. I thought I should have something hot so I had soup.&lt;br /&gt;Left &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; to get her nails done.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to go in to the office for a while.&lt;br /&gt;But then my car - or rather my car remote - decided to die on me. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I joined AAM for a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's all OK now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passed me my spare remote, bless him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By the time we got home it was 5PM so I thought, screw work.&lt;br /&gt;So we watched TV, browsed through the Prada holiday catalogue that had just arrived in the mail, and got ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;(Prada has some excellent holiday gifts! I want, I want! And some I-have-too-much-money-to-spend gifts like a stationery set. Prada stationery?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean &lt;/span&gt;met up with a friend and I went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.theactorsstudio.com.my/2007/11/28/eh-got-free-ticket-ah/"&gt;Eh, Got Free Ticket Ah?&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AK&lt;/span&gt;. It was good!&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I liked &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jit Murad &lt;/span&gt;the best because I loved his all of his politically incorrect jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ &lt;/span&gt;again after, for drinks at The Terrace Bar @ Zouk. We were going to go to Velvet, but when I arrived they were just coming out because apparently music that night sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; introduced us to this drink which I really liked. Baileys with something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; being away meant I could let &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; have my room that night, and I had his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; had free tickets to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/span&gt; show, at the very last minute. He sounded so excited on the phone. Dammit. I'm waiting for pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced ourselves out of bed early. Sent &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; to KL Sentral then went in to the office for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;Went for a facial at Clarins - after 2 months! - and dozed off. Found myself wishing I could have slept more when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt; told me the facial was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; called - this was when &lt;a href="http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-conned.html"&gt;I got conned&lt;/a&gt; but didn't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Went to get my nails done at Nail Clinique.&lt;br /&gt;Had a quick dinner then went to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Joined &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AL, ES, Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JN&lt;/span&gt; for drinks at Vintry after. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TL&lt;/span&gt; came along. I told &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; (who was driving us) that we had to leave early because I was very tired and had to wake up early for yoga the next day but we ended up leaving at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt; was a dog (bitch?), monkey, and chicken all in one. It was hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you had to be there to get it!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jess &lt;/span&gt;made a remark about my eye bags. *sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a start at 9am. That was when yoga was supposed to start. So I silently cursed myself and went back to bed. Tired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair and make up done for our annual dinner.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; - who had come home for the weekend for a friend's wedding on Sunday - sent me to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;The annual dinner, themed "all that glitters", was better than last year's in my opinion (last year's was really boring). Ferhad was a rather good emcee.&lt;br /&gt;We had tranny dancers who were wayyyy hot.&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lamb&lt;/span&gt; won something in the lucky draw - some Isetan vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;But none of us won any of the grand prizes. No LG plasma TV, no iPod touch, no Sony home theatre system, no PS3. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1QfL6Ek3BI/AAAAAAAAAvg/RqN3JdE9WqM/s1600-R/sigh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1QfL6Ek3BI/AAAAAAAAAvg/P8qqSKfHVhA/s200/sigh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139767364164049938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AK &lt;/span&gt;and I headed over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt;'s place for drinks and a game of taboo after that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nick &lt;/span&gt;+ gf and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JN &lt;/span&gt;were there too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AL &lt;/span&gt;has left the bank but we still hang out quite a lot, which is great :)&lt;br /&gt;Party pooper &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lamb&lt;/span&gt; decided to go home.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt; who couldn't make it for the dinner decided not to join us either. She had her reasons but we wanted to irritate her so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; AL&lt;/span&gt; and I harassed her over the phone (this was at like 12am, poor girl). Then 5 of us, including me, decided to sms her "You bitch". &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AL&lt;/span&gt; sent "you", then each of us sent her a letter (spelling out bitch). She actually took the time to reply to each one of us with a word each. Quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt; also, that woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who overslept again?!&lt;br /&gt;But I did manage to drag my ass to step class in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; was in for a little while so I spent some time talking to him. He was out most of the day because he was part of the groom's entourage-or-whatever-you-call-it.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MC &lt;/span&gt;at night but she had to cancel, which worked out for the better because I felt like I really needed some rest.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I finally made all my Scrabulous moves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's Monday, and it's back to work for me, for another 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And I made it for yoga class today, yay me!&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; surprised me by calling when he was at the airport earlier this evening, while waiting for his flight. I thought that was really sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-627346140722622525?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/627346140722622525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=627346140722622525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/627346140722622525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/627346140722622525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-loooong-weekend.html' title='My loooong weekend'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R1Qa9KEk3AI/AAAAAAAAAvY/HSmAJ4HiygM/s72-c/laugh2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3753933264350066670</id><published>2007-12-02T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:01:16.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>I got conned</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, about 4ish in the afternoon, I get a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Want to go watch a movie?"&lt;/span&gt; It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"What movie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Enchanted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Ooooh, I want!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I FFK-ed the boys for dinner and decided I'd just join them for drinks instead, because I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*had*&lt;/span&gt; to watch Enchanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, on the way to the cinema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Why are you watching Enchanted?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Because you say you want to watch, and Jess says she wants to watch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah, so nice, &lt;/span&gt;I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were running late so we got &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt; to collect the tickets first.&lt;br /&gt;Just as we stepped out of the car, she text me. "It's not Enchanted."&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"It's not Enchanted?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"It is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"No it's not"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"It is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Jess just sms-ed me lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he grins his very cheeky grin.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"What is it?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Almost there already, you'll see!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the movie was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0453533/"&gt;Unrest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"What stupid movie is this?!"&lt;/span&gt; I felt cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I heard it's better than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-sheep.html"&gt;Black Sheep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, like that was supposed to make me feel any better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so it wasn't as bad as I'd expected. Maybe because I expected it to be rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;But still, that doesn't change the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jess &lt;/span&gt;and I got cheated. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;It was rather gross at the beginning though. A little too graphic.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I shall book the tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TL&lt;/span&gt; asked why I still fall for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;'s "tricks".&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows. Some people never learn I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, but the lead actor, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1404049/"&gt;Scot Davis&lt;/a&gt;, was hot!&lt;br /&gt;OK, got eye candy, not so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3753933264350066670?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3753933264350066670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3753933264350066670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3753933264350066670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3753933264350066670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-got-conned.html' title='I got conned'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-659856763395731751</id><published>2007-11-30T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:03:10.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>La dee da</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for my ride so I'm blogging to keep myself awake. See, I was going to drive out on my own so that I could come home early but I'm pretty tired and lazy (but still want to go out!) so I decided not to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment he picks up the phone, he's like "You want me to pick you up?"&lt;br /&gt;Haha! So smart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah &lt;/span&gt;you. Two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to sleep in the car. I'm not a very good driving companion; sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm icky. I haven't showered because I just got home not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I hope no one picks up on it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope people smell the Chanel Chance and think, oooh she's all clean and sweet smelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;'s coming home tomorrow for the weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-659856763395731751?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/659856763395731751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=659856763395731751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/659856763395731751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/659856763395731751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-dee-da.html' title='La dee da'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6568881857065243723</id><published>2007-11-30T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:39:18.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Baaa....</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lamb&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! *big big hugs*&lt;br /&gt;College wouldn't have been as fun without you.&lt;br /&gt;Mondays (and probably every other day at work) would be more of a drag without you too.&lt;br /&gt;I love you loooooooong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to get this post in while it's still 30 Nov :)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now......but I'll see you tomorrow. Another flaming for you, maybe? *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Please don't kill me but I'm going to watch Enchanted *guilty look*&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang &lt;/span&gt;me big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6568881857065243723?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6568881857065243723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6568881857065243723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6568881857065243723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6568881857065243723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/baaa.html' title='Baaa....'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-8965673359077622301</id><published>2007-11-28T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:21:52.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me a text early on Sunday morning. Her father had passed away. Today, she says she doesn't know how she's pulled through the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to think of all the "right" things to say, but I don't know if they're really right. I mean, what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;you say? Nothing, but time, can ease her pain. I feel sad. I want so much to make it better, but I can't. All I can offer her is a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let the ones you love - your parents, your lover, your friends, maybe even people with whom you've fallen out of favour - won't you let them know you care before it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had also requested I donate to one of the charities her father supported, instead of sending a wreath. I like this idea. I might want to practice this too when I pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-8965673359077622301?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8965673359077622301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=8965673359077622301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8965673359077622301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8965673359077622301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday morning'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-247387338864629889</id><published>2007-11-25T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:52:51.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>This is why I need a driver</title><content type='html'>You'd think that after 3 years I wouldn't get lost in KL anymore. Well, think again!&lt;br /&gt;I super&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sesat&lt;/span&gt; tonight on the way to PJ.&lt;br /&gt;I never go to PJ though, so I guess that explains why I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, when I'd finally got on the right track, I took a turning too early and had to waste a good 10 to 15 mins trying to look for a damned U-turn. *scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;'s in KL for work and on her first night, I took her on a 1 hour joy ride. Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the weekend was a busy but pretty fun one.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Monday already. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-247387338864629889?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/247387338864629889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=247387338864629889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/247387338864629889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/247387338864629889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-why-i-need-driver.html' title='This is why I need a driver'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3036008168442469598</id><published>2007-11-24T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:14:23.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>It's your move!</title><content type='html'>I keep getting reminders to make my moves on Scrabulous (by 3 people so far, for 2 separate games).&lt;br /&gt;It used to be me harrassing other people, so I believe this is karma at work. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry! I promise promise to move tomorrow afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Last night I said "tomorrow afternoon" too hehe but I will get around to it latest tomorrow, promise! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R0f4Kx2fnjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/j9ONBZaLWPg/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R0f4Kx2fnjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/j9ONBZaLWPg/s200/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136346764103622194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3036008168442469598?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3036008168442469598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3036008168442469598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3036008168442469598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3036008168442469598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-your-move.html' title='It&apos;s your move!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/R0f4Kx2fnjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/j9ONBZaLWPg/s72-c/tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3412102548168508924</id><published>2007-11-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:13:21.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me how I like living alone now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;No, I like it, actually!&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't miss my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;; I do. I still call him quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Do you really need all these holidays?" &lt;/span&gt;my boss asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Hmmm....Well, I could not take them and you'll just pay me back for them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approved my leave applications immediately. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm off Friday. And then again next Wednesday - Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week's been planned out. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home earlier, I noticed my fuel light had come on.&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I don't like going to the petrol station when it's late. And it was almost 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a brilliant idea! I'll just drive my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother'&lt;/span&gt;s car!&lt;br /&gt;I like driving his car anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is one upside to him being away. I get 2 cars to drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 highly annoying kids at the opthalmologist's clinic yesterday. I wasn't in a good mood because I was really stressed out at work, but still had to rush out to see the doc and the last thing I needed was to be around a couple of screaming kids, who wouldn't quiet down even after being told off my their mother!&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I can wear contact lenses again! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just deleted my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait For You &lt;/span&gt;ring tone from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;There's still the sms-es and a pic left, but one step at a time right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3412102548168508924?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3412102548168508924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3412102548168508924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3412102548168508924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3412102548168508924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2137227650879376063</id><published>2007-11-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:45:28.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tea For Two</title><content type='html'>I'd like to tell you about a little restaurant I discovered tonight called &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tea For Two&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in Bangsar, on the same row as Opus, Cava, The Attic. It's the last shop on that row.&lt;br /&gt;What I really liked was the X'mas decor and just how cosy it felt. I was feeling kinda low on my way to dinner but the moment I stepped in, I felt happier! I didn't feel like I was in KL. Maybe because most places aren't so Christmas-y yet.&lt;br /&gt;It was also really quiet (and yes, there were other patrons besides us). I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; that. No annoying screaming kids, just civilised grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it was someone's birthday so they played her a birthday song. And guess which one it was? NKOTB's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You&lt;/span&gt;!! I was so amused.&lt;br /&gt;*I was the biggest NKOTB fan back in the day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably wondering about the food. Well, I liked my pasta, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; liked his cod fish dish, and we both liked the appetiser we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MJ &lt;/span&gt;for a while so we ended up chatting for 3 hours without even realising it. It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;: I forgot to say something. I ordered a glass of sangria, and it came with a straw! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for good sangria, try 7ate9. I tried their sangria last week (someone ordered a jug) and loved it! There were a few of us; we all liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tea For Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;57, Jalan Bangkung, Off Jalan Maarof, Bukit Bandaraya,   Kuala Lumpur   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tel : &lt;/b&gt;603 2095 3739 / 603 2095 3976&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2137227650879376063?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2137227650879376063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2137227650879376063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2137227650879376063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2137227650879376063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/tea-for-two.html' title='Tea For Two'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-255512225749485863</id><published>2007-11-15T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:59:39.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>I should be sleeping, not blogging</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; called me yesterday to tell me about the latest university rankings.&lt;br /&gt;(View the entire list &lt;a href="http://www.topmba.com/fileadmin/pdfs/2007_Top_200_Compact.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucl.ac.uk/"&gt;UCL&lt;/a&gt; is ranked 9th this year! WOOOOOOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lse.ac.uk/"&gt;LSE&lt;/a&gt;, surprisingly, came in at 59, down from 17 last year.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I could gloat to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He said the list is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm wondering if he might be right.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check out &lt;a href="http://www.peteteo.com/weblog/?p=504"&gt;Tama&lt;/a&gt; if you get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MC,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; and I got an album each tonight! We thought they were really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; offered to let me have his after he'd ripped it but after he'd left, I somehow decided to buy one and had it autographed by the band. Yay me.          &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to delete the saved SMS-es, but didn't feel ready to, so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, but soon, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;I finally told &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt;. Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;She's been going on about it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have told her.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank goodness my eye is OK!&lt;br /&gt;I just hate that I can't wear contact lenses till next week.&lt;br /&gt;"You look like a nerd", &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So much for support! *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-255512225749485863?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/255512225749485863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=255512225749485863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/255512225749485863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/255512225749485863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-should-be-sleeping-not-blogging.html' title='I should be sleeping, not blogging'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6114031629096311329</id><published>2007-11-10T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:09:17.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Of Stars and Bees</title><content type='html'>I finally got to watch &lt;a href="http://www.stardustmovie.com/"&gt;Stardust&lt;/a&gt; today, and oh, how I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, and cried (yeah, I did!) and came out of the cinema feeling really happy.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I liked it so much, I wouldn't mind watching it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;a href="http://www.beemovie.com/"&gt;Bee Movie &lt;/a&gt;last night too.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say, either watch this on DVD or give it a miss altogether.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;, it was just.... not as good as I'd hoped it would be. I mean, for a movie with such big names as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jerry Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Renee Zellweger&lt;/span&gt;, and with the trailer I'd seen, I'd expected more.&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy clappy when I found out it was Bee Movie we were watching (which was what I'd requested).&lt;br /&gt;Because I was told it was Balls of Fury. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzXXiUDMz_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/OzgBNCy6Vhg/s1600-h/groggy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzXXiUDMz_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/OzgBNCy6Vhg/s200/groggy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131244334956204018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, it still had some really funny lines which made it quite enjoyable to watch, especially at midnight when I didn't really want to use my brain!&lt;br /&gt;Someone came out of the cinema saying he didn't get the movie at all.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Well, too bad! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzXVy0DMz-I/AAAAAAAAAug/IoFPCr_kXWs/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzXVy0DMz-I/AAAAAAAAAug/IoFPCr_kXWs/s200/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131242419400789986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one other thing to blog about but my left eye is kinda screwed up (it hurts, and it's tearing a little) so I suppose I'll leave that for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6114031629096311329?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6114031629096311329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6114031629096311329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6114031629096311329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6114031629096311329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-stars-and-bees.html' title='Of Stars and Bees'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzXXiUDMz_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/OzgBNCy6Vhg/s72-c/groggy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-5471724313051414075</id><published>2007-11-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:47:07.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>KL Rally</title><content type='html'>I was watching a news coverage on Al-Jazeera about today's rally / protest. It was worse than I'd thought, and pretty worrying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some road diversions and congestion on my way back from 1U today but again, it wasn't as bad as I'd expected. Maybe that was why I'd assumed that the protest wasn't that serious. Guess I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some pictures &lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/nuc2006/report07.php?itemid=208"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were any of you part of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-5471724313051414075?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5471724313051414075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=5471724313051414075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5471724313051414075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5471724313051414075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/kl-rally.html' title='KL Rally'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4318627401003873666</id><published>2007-11-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:41:32.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Mish mash</title><content type='html'>I heard about the upcoming SATC movie on E! today and almost squealed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/"&gt;Sex and The City on the big screen&lt;/a&gt;?! Well, it's true, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OH. MY. GAWWWWWD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so insanely excited, can you tell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt; sent me this earlier. So cute, no? I like Lego.&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of someone though.&lt;br /&gt;You'll know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564252424120&amp;amp;site=widget-b8.slide.com" style="width: 450px; height: 356px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 450px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564252424120&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/q1/432345564252424120/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide8.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564252424120&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b8.slide.com/q2/432345564252424120/gn_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide7.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at Zouk, I introduced someone to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;, and he (friend) went "Is that your brother?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apparently, we look alike. What a compliment for him! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzM-T0DMz9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/oXDeJMD_nVU/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzM-T0DMz9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/oXDeJMD_nVU/s200/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130512910615629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love days off because it means I can wake up late, have time to do whatever I want (or do nothing if I so please) and best of all, I have more time to go to the gym!! Wheeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Although I'm not sure I'll have time to tomorrow hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt; earlier.&lt;br /&gt;She and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt; joked about the possibility of having to set up a single girls' club one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt; said that I won't be in that club. Because apparently, I need a man in my life.&lt;br /&gt;*grin* I found that funny.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have to admit that&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; MC&lt;/span&gt; is right. I know it's quite pathetic, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;She sure as hell knows me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I shook my head really hard I'd get you out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4318627401003873666?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4318627401003873666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4318627401003873666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4318627401003873666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4318627401003873666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/mish-mash.html' title='Mish mash'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RzM-T0DMz9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/oXDeJMD_nVU/s72-c/tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3374074112620488057</id><published>2007-11-05T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:29:28.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Everything reminds me</title><content type='html'>I've been having relatively good days.&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Today you're like a very bad song that I can't get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;It's no good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3374074112620488057?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3374074112620488057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3374074112620488057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3374074112620488057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3374074112620488057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything-reminds-me.html' title='Everything reminds me'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1769033180965193830</id><published>2007-11-04T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:04:46.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>Run, baby, run!</title><content type='html'>Today's Terry Fox Run was fun! Since I don't usually run (and since I was too lazy to train!), I took the short route, which was a little over 3km. I'm contemplating taking part again next year, and running the long route (which, if it's the same as this year, will be a little over 5km).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time at Lake Gardens (shame on me!). I really liked it. Very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for brunch after, then I came home, showered and crashed for close to 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES &lt;/span&gt;for taking all the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1769033180965193830?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1769033180965193830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1769033180965193830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1769033180965193830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1769033180965193830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/run-baby-run.html' title='Run, baby, run!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2587582372174647663</id><published>2007-11-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:55:53.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bat your eyes, girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Be otherworldly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Count your blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Seduce a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What's so wrong with being happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Ryn2DGFQR6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4iOTCejkaaQ/s1600-h/laugh1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Ryn2DGFQR6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4iOTCejkaaQ/s200/laugh1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127900183770711970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd post those lines up because they make me smile.....although the music video itself doesn't make you want to smile! It's a good song though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2587582372174647663?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2587582372174647663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2587582372174647663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2587582372174647663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2587582372174647663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Ryn2DGFQR6I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4iOTCejkaaQ/s72-c/laugh1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1595498840113356492</id><published>2007-11-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:35:59.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m So Vain'/><title type='text'>I smell lovely!</title><content type='html'>Most people have a signature scent. I wear a few scents but what I like and wear the most, and thus consider my signature at the moment, is &lt;a href="http://www.sarahjessicaparkerbeauty.com/US/"&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker's Lovely&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyntcWFQR4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/RXji9v_u8CU/s1600-h/lovely.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyntcWFQR4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/RXji9v_u8CU/s320/lovely.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127890721957758850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, I'm only a few spritzes away from finishing the bottle so I've been saving it and using more of Chanel's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chance&lt;/span&gt; is also really nice - duh! - but I somehow feel that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt; is more me. I can't explain it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually contemplating buying another bottle of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt;, until I found out SJP's got a new fragrance out, called &lt;a href="http://www.caseofthecovetedbottle.com/#"&gt;Covet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RynuWGFQR5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/yk4f2cZcUtw/s1600-h/covet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RynuWGFQR5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/yk4f2cZcUtw/s320/covet.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127891714095204242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the ad on TV today - I think it was on E! or something - and it made me sooooo want the fragrance, even though I have no idea what it smells like! Check out the commercial on the link above, and tell me if you don't want it!&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I could be biased cos I adore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Something else I adore, is her dress in the Covet commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Singapore again soon, just so I can get my hands on the coveted bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I bought Lovely at Changi airport. I've never seen it here, come to think of it.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My other signature scents in the past, were Issey Miyake's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L Eau D Issey&lt;/span&gt; (back in high school) and Ralph Lauren's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romance &lt;/span&gt;(uni days, methinks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is (are) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;signature scent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt;: I recently went to check out Chanel's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mademoiselle&lt;/span&gt;. One of those fragrances that grows on you, I think. I quite like it. I'm also keen to get a whiff of Prada's new fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously I'm not going to buy them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1595498840113356492?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1595498840113356492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1595498840113356492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1595498840113356492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1595498840113356492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-smell-lovely.html' title='I smell lovely!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyntcWFQR4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/RXji9v_u8CU/s72-c/lovely.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-890318624903876624</id><published>2007-10-31T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:54:47.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Running for a cause</title><content type='html'>Get your &lt;a href="http://www.terryfoxrunkl.org/"&gt;Terry Fox Run 2007&lt;/a&gt; t-shirts soon, and come run / walk / crawl for a good cause on Sunday (4th Nov07)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this year's tee design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-890318624903876624?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/890318624903876624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=890318624903876624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/890318624903876624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/890318624903876624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-for-cause.html' title='Running for a cause'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-240294523031703341</id><published>2007-10-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:36:52.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People don't think as much about you as you think they do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that today, and it's very relevant to me, because most of the times I think I care too much about what other people think about me than I really should.&lt;br /&gt;Are you that way too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today was fun. I met a number of interesting people, learned a few new things.&lt;br /&gt;And got a Tiffany &amp;amp; Co pen too! Possibly the best souvenir / freebie I've received so far.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mum&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about something else but now I'm feeling lazy and tired, so maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait For You &lt;/span&gt;came on radio today on my way home, but I didn't feel the need to switch channels this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mum &lt;/span&gt;says she's not heard me talking happily for a while, but that I sounded happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;I realise I've stopped telling her certain things, things that will get her worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been calling my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; quite randomly. A few times a day *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;Once, just a "hi what are you doing? Ok bye" sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;He's been really nice about it though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-240294523031703341?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/240294523031703341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=240294523031703341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/240294523031703341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/240294523031703341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-8742544913121503839</id><published>2007-10-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:02:38.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>It's oh so quiet</title><content type='html'>I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's not the quiet I don't like. It's the knowing that I'm all alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-8742544913121503839?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8742544913121503839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=8742544913121503839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8742544913121503839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8742544913121503839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-oh-so-quiet.html' title='It&apos;s oh so quiet'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3926242490391941999</id><published>2007-10-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:33:19.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>How to maximise your shopping experience in just 1 hour</title><content type='html'>Pay very close attention, people!&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;shop like a guy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;By this I mean, know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Then get in, get it, get out. Chop chop!&lt;br /&gt;No sidetracking! This requires a lot of will power but can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my loot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pair of &lt;a href="http://www.havaianas.com/#"&gt;Havaianas&lt;/a&gt; - the 2007 Hibisco in blue.&lt;br /&gt;(not green! I just couldn't find a pic of the blue one on its own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYA4WFQRuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/tDYB7YVYcQQ/s1600-h/hibisco_main.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYA4WFQRuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/tDYB7YVYcQQ/s320/hibisco_main.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126786193808180962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm contemplating getting one from the cartoon collection next. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYBfGFQRvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/BkS8DgG__ic/s1600-h/laugh+red.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYBfGFQRvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/BkS8DgG__ic/s200/laugh+red.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126786859528111858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your Havaianas at The Heeren Level 4. Browse the huuuge collection &lt;a href="http://www.newurbanmale.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I think NewUrbanMale.com is not a good name for the site. If I didn't know that they sold more than just men's stuff I wouldn't visit the site at all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some new music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Elliott-Yamin/dp/B000N60HD6/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-7959995-4895814?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1193673382&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Elliot Yamin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYCZ2FQRwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5mOAfjAE2Os/s1600-h/elliot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYCZ2FQRwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5mOAfjAE2Os/s320/elliot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126787868845426434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh. My. Gawd. I finally found it!! You'd think that this would have been quite easy to find, but no! The last time I was in Singapore they didn't have it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rach &lt;/span&gt;couldn't find it in the US. *gasp* And, it's more expensive than your regular CD (SGD34.00). Tsk tsk. But I had to have it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Drastic-Fantastic-KT-Tunstall/dp/B000RLIYZA/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-7959995-4895814?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1193673570&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Drastic Fantastic&lt;/a&gt; by KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYIUGFQRxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/W6EFmOKeAG4/s1600-h/KT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYIUGFQRxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/W6EFmOKeAG4/s320/KT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126794367130945298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, I know this can be found here. It's just that the last time I checked at Tower Records they didn't have it in stock so I thought, what the heck, might as well get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.devapremal.com/music/dakshina.htm"&gt;Dakshina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.devapremal.com/music/dakshina.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Deva Premal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYJN2FQRyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0EHOniLiq4I/s1600-h/dakshina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYJN2FQRyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0EHOniLiq4I/s320/dakshina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126795359268390690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, actually, I was looking for &lt;a href="http://www.mitendevapremal.com/music/embrace.htm"&gt;Embrace&lt;/a&gt; but couldn't find it, so I got this one instead, since it's so damned difficult to find Deva Premal CDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tourist-Saint-Germain/dp/B00004SU5J/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-7959995-4895814?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1193675074&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Tourist&lt;/a&gt; by St. Germain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYJwmFQRzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3WND6uZ_6Vo/s1600-h/tourist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYJwmFQRzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3WND6uZ_6Vo/s320/tourist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126795956268844850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one wasn't planned! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was planned, but I ended up not being able to find, was &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hotel-Costes-Vol-St%C3%A9phane-Pompougnac/dp/B0002PN5NW/ref=sr_1_10/103-7959995-4895814?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1193675251&amp;amp;sr=1-10"&gt;Hotel Costes vol. 7&lt;/a&gt;. It's very expensive here; I think it's cheaper in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HMV - Top dog for music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe that was their tag line in UK. I'm assuming it's still the same.....maybe.&lt;br /&gt;HMV Singapore doesn't seem to have a tag line though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurt like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crazzzzy &lt;/span&gt;from walking around (and running a bit too) ALL day in high heels. I need a foot rub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why I was in Singapore for a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pooped. I should sleep soon. I'm going to wake up early to send my brother off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3926242490391941999?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3926242490391941999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3926242490391941999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3926242490391941999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3926242490391941999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-maximise-your-shopping.html' title='How to maximise your shopping experience in just 1 hour'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RyYA4WFQRuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/tDYB7YVYcQQ/s72-c/hibisco_main.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2275844277012636194</id><published>2007-10-28T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:18:24.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Random post #281</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Balance-Van-Halen/dp/B000002MUQ/ref=sr_1_12/103-7959995-4895814?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1193581834&amp;amp;sr=1-12"&gt;Van Halen's Balance&lt;/a&gt; album now (my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;'s)  - I've forgotten just how much I love some of their songs! Right now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Tell Me (What Love Can Do) &lt;/span&gt;is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was family day. We went with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; to buy a new pair of work shoes and *gasp* the new iPod nano!! *super envious*&lt;br /&gt;It's of a higher capacity than mine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;is cheaper! But mine's way prettier cos it's pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Will you miss me?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked.&lt;br /&gt;He nods and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Really?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nods again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The good points about living alone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- More shoe closet space!!&lt;br /&gt;- I can go sleep in his bed whenever I feel like sleeping in a king sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;- I can walk around the house in undies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The bad points:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who's going to layan me on Sundays for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;- Who's going to take me to the hospital if I happen to fall violently ill at like, 3am?!&lt;br /&gt;(because it's happened before!)&lt;br /&gt;- Well, I'm just used to having him around. Even when we were in uni, we had each other around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting what I have to do tomorrow. It's terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably normal to feel a little sad now and then, but mostly I try to block it all out from my mind. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;that I will be fine soon. And I'm extremely lucky to have friends who care so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go watch James Morrison and Elliot Yamin perform at &lt;a href="http://www.lnlkl.com/programme.php"&gt;KL's Live and Loud &lt;/a&gt;event with me? I'm willing to skip this year's annual dinner for Elliot Yamin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To love somebody foolishly (Can happen once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To love somebody hopelessly (It hurts so much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To love somebody equally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is not enough, it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts you sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's not so easy to find, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Not Enough, Van Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2275844277012636194?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2275844277012636194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2275844277012636194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2275844277012636194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2275844277012636194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-post-281.html' title='Random post #281'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-7901712270399066048</id><published>2007-10-26T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:40:26.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>And today marks a whole new beginning...</title><content type='html'>.......for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I wish you only the very best.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget the good habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, I'm leaving this behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: My brother's sticking around / keeping me company till he flies off on Tuesday! Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-7901712270399066048?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7901712270399066048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=7901712270399066048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7901712270399066048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7901712270399066048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-today-marks-whole-new-beginning.html' title='And today marks a whole new beginning...'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-8722890053971840013</id><published>2007-10-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:41:40.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>And so begins, the long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="content"&gt;The riot in my heart decides to keep me open and alive&lt;br /&gt;I have to take myself away from you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't compete, I can't deny there's nothing that I didn't try&lt;br /&gt;How did I go wrong in loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Cast me gently into morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; For the night has been unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Take me to a place so holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; That I can wash this from my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-8722890053971840013?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8722890053971840013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=8722890053971840013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8722890053971840013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8722890053971840013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-begins-long-weekend.html' title='And so begins, the long weekend'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4815394551459631887</id><published>2007-10-23T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:45:17.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>I'll be living alone from Sunday on.&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; brother&lt;/span&gt;'s going home on Sunday, then leaving the next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;This is such bad timing. I need a little more company right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to spend more time with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, but I guess not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to stop expecting the usual, what I've been used to for the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll get used to it in time. Hopefully sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4815394551459631887?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4815394551459631887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4815394551459631887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4815394551459631887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4815394551459631887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-8371350006234369151</id><published>2007-10-23T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:31:39.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>For all of life's answers</title><content type='html'>I *swear* I heard the door bell ring earlier, just as I got out of the shower. But when I peered out the keyhole I didn't see anyone. I opened the door, stuck my head out, and didn't see anyone either.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was hearing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc said I have IBS. I didn't know IBS involved nausea.&lt;br /&gt;But it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; possible that I have IBS because I don't have diarrhoea / constipation.&lt;br /&gt;(I've had it before, so I know!)&lt;br /&gt;So I Wiki-ed it (taking a cue from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt;). Maybe I have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_functional_abdominal_pain"&gt;chronic functional abdominal pain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd that's a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;He did prescribe some anti-spasmodics (which I haven't really been taking), which apparently works for CFAP too, so maybe my self diagnosis is quite accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many questions, so much to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose it's of any use at all, maybe except for some closure.&lt;br /&gt;They all say you're not worth it. Everyone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-8371350006234369151?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8371350006234369151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=8371350006234369151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8371350006234369151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8371350006234369151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-all-of-lifes-answers.html' title='For all of life&apos;s answers'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4645155407526018423</id><published>2007-10-22T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:39:08.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Stripped</title><content type='html'>I'm sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;know this song by Sarah McLachlan. It's how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Love has made me a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; It set me on fire and watched as I floundered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Unable to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Except to cry out and wait for your answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; But you come around in your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Speaking of fabulous places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Create an oasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Dries up as soon as you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You leave me here burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; In this desert without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.......Everything changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Everything falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Can't stop to feel myself losing control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; But deep in my senses I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; How stupid could I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; A simpleton could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That you're no good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; But you're the only one I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Stupid, Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, you had me falling for you. Every inch of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you didn't want to hurt me but you've hurt me more than anything. Strangely enough, I don't hate you. I could never. In fact, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sayang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I wish you'd hold me in your arms, wipe away my tears and tell me this was all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, more than anything, I'm just really disappointed in you, because I'd thought you were different from the others. I'd also have expected you to be man enough to have told me in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the times we've shared, I re-read your sms-es and emails (because, yes, I'm pathetic /sentimental enough to have kept them) and I wonder if any of it was real, or if it was all just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you've figured it out, but I never really sleep soundly until I know you're home and until I hear that familiar voice. I cared about you that much. I still do, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so very very much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a damned fool. I think about your friends; they must think I'm a freaking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I feel like I've been taken for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;But in some ways, I also feel like I've brought this on to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be as supportive as I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;I still want to know everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;I still want to hear that familiar ring tone every night.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I will need to get used to the fact that we will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I still love you. So much, it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I've always loved the song "Ice Cream" but now it only reminds me of one thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4645155407526018423?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4645155407526018423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4645155407526018423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4645155407526018423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4645155407526018423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-too-much-to-drink.html' title='Stripped'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3995457300631482581</id><published>2007-10-21T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:45:26.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sometimes you just can't help feeling the way you do</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder why some things happen the way they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend's been pretty fun, but I simply couldn't get some nagging thoughts out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do. Or maybe I do know, I just don't want to do them.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything was a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarter life crisis, I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3995457300631482581?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3995457300631482581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3995457300631482581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3995457300631482581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3995457300631482581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-you-just-cant-help-feeling.html' title='Sometimes you just can&apos;t help feeling the way you do'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2503311764196616541</id><published>2007-10-18T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:56:17.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Slow down</title><content type='html'>I'm actually really tired of not being able to figure out what the hell it is I want. Why is it so darn difficult? I want to have an epiphany! Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if people are sick of me telling them "I don't know" all the time. I mean, I would be sick of me. But it's the truth, I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, know what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;want. That's better than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of listening to both sides of my brain telling me completely opposite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of reading serious stuff.....so I've stopped for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hoping when I really shouldn't, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to silence the voices in my head. Time to read a fashion mag! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then I will hear a different set of voices, telling me to go shop hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2503311764196616541?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2503311764196616541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2503311764196616541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2503311764196616541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2503311764196616541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/slow-down.html' title='Slow down'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-5563023346403266956</id><published>2007-10-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:40:37.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>South bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Rw-PnJj7EwI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5ilrhMYuLr8/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Rw-PnJj7EwI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5ilrhMYuLr8/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120469204087804674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone sent me an email with the above picture in it today, and I'm just posting it here because I think it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneaked out of the office half an hour early today. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Rw-RyZj7ExI/AAAAAAAAAsg/c4v_l43XfBA/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Rw-RyZj7ExI/AAAAAAAAAsg/c4v_l43XfBA/s200/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120471596384588562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my Scrabulous challenge! *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy I got to have tapas tonight (I love tapas) although service at La Bodega (Telawi) was crap. Company was good though. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;K Lee&lt;/span&gt; said I'm getting old. *sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro &lt;/span&gt;and I will be going home for the long weekend tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to pack my bags. And my laundry. I don't have to do laundry this weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one, ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-5563023346403266956?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5563023346403266956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=5563023346403266956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5563023346403266956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5563023346403266956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/south-bound.html' title='South bound'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Rw-PnJj7EwI/AAAAAAAAAsY/5ilrhMYuLr8/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4056654074024367783</id><published>2007-10-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:04:42.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Quarter life crisis</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday over dinner with some girlfriends, last Saturday over lunch with another girlfriend, today over G Chat with yet another friend, I keep hearing the same things over and over.....and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we're slowly nearing our expiry dates, and God forbid if no one picks us off the shelves, we'd become stale and get tossed out. I hear this from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;almost all&lt;/span&gt; of my single girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we don't know if we've made something of ourselves that we can be proud of so far. We might have nothing remotely interesting to tell our grandkids - if we even have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting old goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel young. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;(well, only sometimes. but that still counts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4056654074024367783?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4056654074024367783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4056654074024367783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4056654074024367783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4056654074024367783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter life crisis'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4944650047689565988</id><published>2007-10-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:05:42.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Do you ever?</title><content type='html'>Why do we hope against hope when we know it's foolish to do so?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what makes us human.&lt;br /&gt;Or, women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4944650047689565988?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4944650047689565988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4944650047689565988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4944650047689565988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4944650047689565988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1563821229671503505</id><published>2007-10-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:17:07.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>When someone says something untrue and negative about a friend, my first reaction is to stand up for said friend. And I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; appreciate defensive responses, especially when I've said what I had to say nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also DO NOT appreciate being asked a whole lot of personal questions about a friend. And this, by someone who does not even know said friend well. It's damn intrusive ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1563821229671503505?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1563821229671503505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1563821229671503505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1563821229671503505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1563821229671503505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-8589202366900537059</id><published>2007-10-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:40:12.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>What Makes You Stay?</title><content type='html'>Some songs you just can't get out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;This has been playing on my iPod the whole day. Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad. I like sad songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm in a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I never thought I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't have the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To fight anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Or a reason not to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So tell me why I still keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To something I just cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What makes you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When your world falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What makes you try one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it's not in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; At the end of your rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When you can't find any hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You still look at him and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just can't walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me what makes you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of living alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was alone before he came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've been in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Many times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But this time's not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've always been the first to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now it's the last thing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When it goes this deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And feels this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't convince myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That this love is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What Makes You Stay by Deanna Carter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-8589202366900537059?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8589202366900537059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=8589202366900537059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8589202366900537059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/8589202366900537059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-makes-you-stay.html' title='What Makes You Stay?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6145109863218448157</id><published>2007-10-01T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:21:35.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Red hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt; said something in her email today which made me laugh and nod in partial agreement at the same time, so I thought I'd share it with you (and yes, she knows I'm posting her view on my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"...day in day out, i see ongoing evidence that  reinforce my belief that most of the male population deserve to live in some  hole under some rock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I thought that was funny!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard something about myself at work today. Rumour has it that I'm going to do X, when really, even I have not decided if I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not annoyed or anything, just amused. Kinda seems like people have made my mind up for me.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you guys seen Maggie Q's latest ads for &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/"&gt;PETA&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yuri&lt;/span&gt;, I am suddenly reminded of that joke about the PETA acronym!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love the chilli pepper ad but I can't save a copy of the picture, so you'd have to click on &lt;a href="http://www.petaasiapacific.com/feature-maggieq.asp"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;to view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also did a leaf ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RwEBRsxLuRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/O-jfd7r58CE/s1600-h/maggieQleaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RwEBRsxLuRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/O-jfd7r58CE/s320/maggieQleaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116372055256447250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she looks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;. And it's for a great cause!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6145109863218448157?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6145109863218448157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6145109863218448157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6145109863218448157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6145109863218448157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/10/red-hot.html' title='Red hot'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RwEBRsxLuRI/AAAAAAAAAsA/O-jfd7r58CE/s72-c/maggieQleaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6714645568075786674</id><published>2007-09-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:22:25.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>FC on The Breakfast Show</title><content type='html'>This is a bit last minute, but do watch The Breakfast Show on NTV7 tomorrow morning (Monday 1st Oct07, 8am), for an interview and performance by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/frequencycannon"&gt;Frequency Cannon&lt;/a&gt; (actually, just 2 of the members).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be recording it on Astro Max!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;: So did you guys catch it? Shame on you if you didn't! *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6714645568075786674?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6714645568075786674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6714645568075786674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6714645568075786674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6714645568075786674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/fc-on-breakfast-show.html' title='FC on The Breakfast Show'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6133813286093594149</id><published>2007-09-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:25:56.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>Slow motion</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; finally comes home from an entire day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;Have you eaten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: Lets go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasn't hungry but that never works on him so I had to use something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I have food at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: You can have that another day. Lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He comes up with a few suggestions. I don't look enthusiastic at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: Lets go to the Pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I wanted to go out for dinner. I've not been to the Pavilion yet.&lt;br /&gt;He sure knows how to get me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a nice place. A number of shops aren't opened yet though.&lt;br /&gt;I found a guitar shaped necklace watch at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty affordable.&lt;br /&gt;"Like you'll use it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;" my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; brother&lt;/span&gt; said. And he was right. I probably will not use it much. So I didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's a &lt;a href="http://www.yosushi.com/"&gt;Yo! Sushi&lt;/a&gt; too! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CM &lt;/span&gt;and I used to go to Yo's a few times a week back in London. However my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;was told that the one here wasn't good so we didn't try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;'s second time at Pavilion, and he's also been to The Gardens at Midvalley. This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; right. He's checking out all the new malls before I do!&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, he did most of the talking, which is such a departure from the ordinary. Usually he just listens to me babble about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I'm being "so 17 years old" in making my decisions. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering about the title of this post, it's because today everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;And it was one of those days when I didn't feel like listening to any music at all.&lt;br /&gt;I bought some new music earlier today though, just because. But I don't feel like listening to them tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6133813286093594149?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6133813286093594149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6133813286093594149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6133813286093594149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6133813286093594149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-motion.html' title='Slow motion'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2714675906148745288</id><published>2007-09-30T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:03:55.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Letters from miles away</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this one line from a friend's email (I won't say whom) a few days back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"...where they kinda know they have to walk away but they're so drawn to each other the chemistry is almost tangible.  Just the way he looks at her so intensely, and the way they kiss, and the way he watches her leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.....to be in love.  To have such strong feelings that your eyes follow his every move and it's so difficult to look away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that way about someone? Or maybe you feel that way about someone now.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, you don't think you could feel for anyone in that way ever again (that would be tragic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice feeling isn't it, to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;Or even just to be emotionally connected to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share what she said with you.&lt;br /&gt;Off to do the groceries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2714675906148745288?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2714675906148745288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2714675906148745288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2714675906148745288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2714675906148745288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/letters-from-miles-away.html' title='Letters from miles away'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-248395525268270700</id><published>2007-09-30T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:51:35.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>A friend (actually, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;'s ex in college) once gave me a bookmark, on which she'd written this on its back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ecclesiastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not Christian, but it was one of the few things that popped into my mind driving home last night / this morning.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights, you wish they never end, because the new dawn brings with it realities you don't want to face.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel too lazy to do anything, even to go for yoga *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;But crap, I gotta do the laundry and groceries.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired just thinking of it. *looks at bed longingly*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shall go lie down for a while. Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-248395525268270700?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/248395525268270700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=248395525268270700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/248395525268270700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/248395525268270700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3633815146681334409</id><published>2007-09-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T21:43:42.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Random post #99</title><content type='html'>Do you make decisions with your head or your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I almost always think with my heart. I can't quite decide if it's a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good though, is that I will be on leave tomorrow! *happy happy joy joy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: No, I don't actually count my random posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3633815146681334409?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3633815146681334409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3633815146681334409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3633815146681334409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3633815146681334409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-post-99.html' title='Random post #99'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-535804963121540550</id><published>2007-09-23T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:48:36.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Happy post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry, ES, Lamb&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HL&lt;/span&gt;, and I made a trip to Kuala Selangor last night to see fireflies. Gotta see them before they go extinct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us an hour to get to K.Selangor from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;' place in Shah Alam, and about 20 - 30 mins to his place from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt;'s in Bangsar. So really, from my place, it was as if I'd made a trip home to Malacca! Only I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we got to play with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;' place. I soooooo love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at some restaurant that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; family go to sometimes, Restoran Kuala Selangor. A+ for creativity! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very intrigued by this thing they called the helicopter, for it's shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaC4MxLuKI/AAAAAAAAArI/gw0nfKKjwGM/s1600-h/firefly+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaC4MxLuKI/AAAAAAAAArI/gw0nfKKjwGM/s320/firefly+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113418328937576610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaDScxLuLI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9sd4pwacqVQ/s1600-h/firefly+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaDScxLuLI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9sd4pwacqVQ/s320/firefly+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113418779909142706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HL&lt;/span&gt; ate them though. Apparently it was chewy and didn't have much of a taste.&lt;br /&gt;It looks kinda scary, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a 30 min boat ride along the river after dinner to see the fireflies.&lt;br /&gt;It was pitch black, quite breezy, very quiet, and there were tons of "lights" in the trees all blinking in unison. Very pretty, really. But after a while we got bored of seeing the same thing over and over.&lt;br /&gt;We weren't allowed to take pictures though. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt; was super busy taking pics with his new toy the entire evening. I'm stealing some pics to put up here, without permission. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaDqsxLuMI/AAAAAAAAArY/rvy1ROhyuE4/s1600-h/Kuala-Selangor-Scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaDqsxLuMI/AAAAAAAAArY/rvy1ROhyuE4/s320/Kuala-Selangor-Scene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113419196520970434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;That's us minus the photographer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some fantabulously gorgeous sunset pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaFZ8xLuNI/AAAAAAAAArg/RFySWgCCtfQ/s1600-h/sunset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaFZ8xLuNI/AAAAAAAAArg/RFySWgCCtfQ/s320/sunset2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113421107781417170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaFZ8xLuOI/AAAAAAAAAro/bgmjM4g1rjk/s1600-h/sunset5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaFZ8xLuOI/AAAAAAAAAro/bgmjM4g1rjk/s320/sunset5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113421107781417186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaFaMxLuPI/AAAAAAAAArw/j36WjafWag4/s1600-h/sunset3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaFaMxLuPI/AAAAAAAAArw/j36WjafWag4/s320/sunset3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113421112076384498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had buckwheat pancakes for brunch yesterday! Whee! I'd been wanting to have it for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd planned to go shopping this weekend, which I did, but I ended up spending more than I'd planned. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to The Pavillion. Soon!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.....no, I think I'll go next month.&lt;br /&gt;See, self control!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but definitely not least, if you're in the mood for good music....&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.yuriwong.com/2007/09/no-black-tie-solo-and-acoustic/"&gt;Wednesday 27th Sept07, at No Black Tie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Friday 5th Oct07 at Bed, Asian Heritage Row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaIoMxLuQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZJ6cqRMm-yg/s1600-h/laugh1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaIoMxLuQI/AAAAAAAAAr4/ZJ6cqRMm-yg/s200/laugh1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113424651129436418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-535804963121540550?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/535804963121540550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=535804963121540550' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/535804963121540550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/535804963121540550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-post.html' title='Happy post!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvaC4MxLuKI/AAAAAAAAArI/gw0nfKKjwGM/s72-c/firefly+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-4956614408573849609</id><published>2007-09-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:05:07.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Sunday evening already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; were in KL today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dad &lt;/span&gt;sat me down for a talk in the evening. I'd seen it coming, so I wasn't surprised. But I'm now feeling rather conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; about it earlier and before I could finish, he completed my sentence for me - accurately, too! He sure knows me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was telling my parents this over dinner.&lt;br /&gt;When I first started working, I was really enthusiastic about going to work everyday, and I didn't mind working looong hours and weekends.&lt;br /&gt;After about a year, I'd started looking forward to the weekends on Thursdays, then Wednesdays. And I'd made it a point to not work too late or weekends. I had some help then, so that lightened my work load.&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I started counting down to the weekends on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Now - it's been roughly 2.5 years - I look forward to the weekends on Sunday evenings. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvZ_ecxLuJI/AAAAAAAAArA/0QHeDhmj_0c/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvZ_ecxLuJI/AAAAAAAAArA/0QHeDhmj_0c/s200/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113414588021061778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time for a change!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt; laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Damned right it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-4956614408573849609?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4956614408573849609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=4956614408573849609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4956614408573849609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/4956614408573849609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-evening-already.html' title='Sunday evening already?!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RvZ_ecxLuJI/AAAAAAAAArA/0QHeDhmj_0c/s72-c/tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-7868667022587519347</id><published>2007-09-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:51:26.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Happiness is....</title><content type='html'>A gazillion dollars, a private jet, a shopping spree in Milan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good music, good food, good company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the special someone you're thinking of is thinking of you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting a smile on someone else's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement for a job well done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unexpected bouquet of flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A phone call from an old friend, or one far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be anything. What makes you crazy happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-7868667022587519347?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7868667022587519347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=7868667022587519347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7868667022587519347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7868667022587519347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is....'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1731308892402095163</id><published>2007-09-19T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:42:04.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Good news, bad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; just told me that she got promoted recently, and I feel so freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I just do.&lt;br /&gt;I know it wasn't me who got promoted, but it makes me smile. Maybe it's because I think she really deserves it, all the hard work she's put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was supposed to come to KL on Oct 5th for the weekend, but now she's just found out that she can't (work, what else?). Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1731308892402095163?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1731308892402095163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1731308892402095163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1731308892402095163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1731308892402095163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good news, bad news'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3319283729160717212</id><published>2007-09-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:35:41.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A day in my life'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Ditzy</title><content type='html'>I wasn't sure whether to post this because it would probably make me look really bad, but oh what the heck. It's good to laugh at yourself sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened last Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get my car key out of the ignition. So I started the engine up again, turned it off, tried to remove the key, but the key remained stuck. I did this twice.&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;Panic.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yuri &lt;/span&gt;has a look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, he goes "You know why? It's not in P."&lt;br /&gt;(The brake was up, but my car was in neutral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm so smart. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Ru_v8YhnQFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Y6fqkKTz6L4/s1600-h/doh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Ru_v8YhnQFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Y6fqkKTz6L4/s200/doh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111567922743427154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always put your car in P before attempting to get the key out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3319283729160717212?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3319283729160717212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3319283729160717212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3319283729160717212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3319283729160717212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-miss-ditzy.html' title='Little Miss Ditzy'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/Ru_v8YhnQFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Y6fqkKTz6L4/s72-c/doh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-6558329935174753088</id><published>2007-09-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:30:50.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recollections'/><title type='text'>London calling</title><content type='html'>So, my boss will be going to London and Spain next week, and asked if I wanted anything from either country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, buy me everything in &lt;a href="http://www.selfridges.com/"&gt;Selfridges&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no, I didn't say that, but I was so tempted to. I also wanted to ask if anything and everything I wanted would be fully paid for by him. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Selfridges! That was my second home back when I was in uni.&lt;br /&gt;That, and &lt;a href="http://www.planetorganic.com/"&gt;Planet Organic&lt;/a&gt; (the one at Torrington Place).&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;want something from London. Just maybe something more affordable *thinks hard*&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions, any?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what's nice in Spain? I've never been there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-6558329935174753088?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6558329935174753088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=6558329935174753088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6558329935174753088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/6558329935174753088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/london-calling.html' title='London calling'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-759277743866787698</id><published>2007-09-18T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:58:58.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Gimme more?</title><content type='html'>Everyone's been talking about Britney's performance at the VMAs, so I had to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTFeOQk3Akc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gTFeOQk3Akc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. It's like watching a whole different person altogether, don't you think? She looked so very uninterested too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we're on the VMAs, check out the performance by JT, Timbaland et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJrvRD8WJQE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xJrvRD8WJQE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm frustrated cos our Astro's kinda screwed up at the moment, and neither my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; or I have had the time to attend to it yet, so I have nothing to watch now. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sharryberry&lt;/span&gt;, can I come watch recorded ANTM at your place please? *sweet innocent smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-759277743866787698?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/759277743866787698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=759277743866787698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/759277743866787698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/759277743866787698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/gimme-more.html' title='Gimme more?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-487205061628043888</id><published>2007-09-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:35:56.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>How do you feel?</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to put into words how I feel right now but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do feel a tad tired despite having slept the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lil' ms. piggy&lt;/span&gt;, I know. Oink!)&lt;br /&gt;But I feel a host of other emotions. I can't put them into words.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just don't want to. Or don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm a teeny bit confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go write in my diary. I think I shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-487205061628043888?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/487205061628043888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=487205061628043888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/487205061628043888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/487205061628043888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-you-feel.html' title='How do you feel?'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-5765884311123028003</id><published>2007-09-15T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:54:40.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just me'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'm crazy</title><content type='html'>I know this post will make me appear rather bonkers but well....maybe I am? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I keep all my shoes in their boxes. After I wear them, I leave them out for a while to air, then I stuff them again to keep their shape, put them back in their boxes and store them.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm mad about my shoes so I have every right to be anal about them ok?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I just realised that the maid threw out one of my shoe boxes!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd left them out - see above - and for some reason she decided I didn't need them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(No she usually does not throw out my shoe boxes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, my BCBG shoes have no freakin' home. *cry*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll evict a pair of not-so-loved shoes from its box just so this one has a home. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mess with my shoes I tell ya. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-5765884311123028003?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5765884311123028003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=5765884311123028003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5765884311123028003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/5765884311123028003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-im-crazy.html' title='Maybe I&apos;m crazy'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-7667617853072952060</id><published>2007-09-14T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:48:44.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Days like these</title><content type='html'>Some days you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Sometimes you shake it off, sometimes the whole day just remains crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you forget your glasses then wonder why you can't see a thing (not me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you have so much on your mind but you just really prefer to keep all your thoughts to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you really want to be alone, but want to be with someone too. Not just anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you could do with a few hugs (no, actually, everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you receive your favourite flowers for no real reason; it possibly makes your entire week (no, not me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, you get so sick of work you wish you could tell your boss to do it all himself.&lt;br /&gt;"Same sh*t, different day" (MC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you wish you had all the answers. But no one really does, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days you're just afraid of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-7667617853072952060?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7667617853072952060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=7667617853072952060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7667617853072952060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/7667617853072952060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/days-like-these.html' title='Days like these'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-3907623885870026360</id><published>2007-09-11T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:59:39.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going green'/><title type='text'>Cap and trade</title><content type='html'>I've come across this term a few times, so I decided to Wiki it.&lt;br /&gt;(Because Wikipedia has the answers to all of life's questions, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is cap and trade? Here's an extract from Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In such a plan, a central authority (usually a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Government_agency" title="Government agency"&gt;government agency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;) sets a limit or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; on the amount of a pollutant that can be emitted. Companies or other groups that emit the pollutant are given &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;credits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;allowances&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; which represent the right to emit a specific amount. The total amount of credits cannot exceed the cap, limiting total emissions to that level. Companies that pollute beyond their allowances must buy credits from those who pollute less than their allowances or face heavy penalties. This transfer is referred to as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trade" title="Trade"&gt;trade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. In effect, the buyer is being fined for polluting, while the seller is being rewarded for having reduced emissions. Thus companies that can easily reduce emissions will do so and those for which it is harder will buy credits which reduces greenhouse gases at the lowest possible cost to society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read the full entry &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emissions_trading"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this system would work on individuals as well.&lt;br /&gt;So say, if I were to ride a bicycle to work everyday, I could sell my excess carbon allowances to someone who just won't give up his / her Hummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the cap and trade system?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-3907623885870026360?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3907623885870026360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=3907623885870026360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3907623885870026360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/3907623885870026360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/cap-and-trade.html' title='Cap and trade'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-1191178897015770834</id><published>2007-09-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:00:39.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hairspray!</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this movie! According to the GSC website, it should be &lt;a href="http://www.gscmovies.com.my/msite/hairspray/"&gt;in cinemas on Sept 13th&lt;/a&gt;. That's this Thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-1191178897015770834?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1191178897015770834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=1191178897015770834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1191178897015770834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/1191178897015770834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray!'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-9218787208278323848</id><published>2007-09-11T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:16:09.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m So Vain'/><title type='text'>Plant Love</title><content type='html'>I just read about this &lt;a href="http://www.cargocosmetics.com/plantlove.html"&gt;lipstick by Cargo Cosmetics&lt;/a&gt; today. I think it's really cool; I'd love to get me one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lipstick tube is made from corn, which is biodegradable. The lipstick contains no mineral oils or petroleums; instead it is made with a botanical formula. And, best of all, the box that the lipstick comes in grows into flowers when planted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want, I want! I'm all for all these enviromentally friendly products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-9218787208278323848?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/9218787208278323848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=9218787208278323848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/9218787208278323848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/9218787208278323848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/plant-love.html' title='Plant Love'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-2499002879121231370</id><published>2007-09-02T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:09:30.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Black sheep</title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;a href="http://www.blacksheep-themovie.com/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's about genetic engineering gone bad. Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty gross, and so stupid that it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to watch The Invasion but&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Shen&lt;/span&gt; read some reviews that said it wasn't good.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Black Sheep got better ratings than The Invasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://twitchfilm.net/archives/007488.html"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; on Black Sheep. I'm pretty amazed it got good reviews!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-2499002879121231370?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2499002879121231370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=2499002879121231370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2499002879121231370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/2499002879121231370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-sheep.html' title='Black sheep'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12967868.post-728825521181250115</id><published>2007-09-02T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T16:21:27.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to picking up my parcel from the post office last Friday. It was a birthday present from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Val&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she sent me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Gucci phone charm that matches the butterfly charm on my Gucci bag! Whee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, I know it's a badly taken picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RtpyDPUr9rI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Cvzw_PAqOVk/s1600-h/phonecharm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RtpyDPUr9rI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Cvzw_PAqOVk/s320/phonecharm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105518527556351666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12967868-728825521181250115?l=countthedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/feeds/728825521181250115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12967868&amp;postID=728825521181250115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/728825521181250115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12967868/posts/default/728825521181250115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countthedays.blogspot.com/2007/09/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies'/><author><name>Carrot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708958190337015187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1211/1122/1600/aurora.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xE3S0JFhAs/RtpyDPUr9rI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Cvzw_PAqOVk/s72-c/phonecharm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
