<?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-24724401</id><updated>2011-12-14T11:55:14.437+08:00</updated><category term='lyrics'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>::Girlittlehouse::</title><subtitle type='html'>Here You Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3033979374243023397</id><published>2010-10-16T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:28:23.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Calendar -</title><content type='html'>In ancient times, time was indicated by engravings on walls, in caves. Today, we have the calendar giving us an elaborated sense of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my calendar, I often indicate friends' birthdays. Most of which, I can remember by heart. I indicate them just in case I lose track of time. It has been seemingly important ever since I juggle between school and work, family and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may stop indicating the birthdays on the calendar, it is not easy to forget the birthdays of these special group of people. Today, I attempt to dump these memories to the realisation that, they don't need or want to be in my calendar just as I may not be in theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I bid my farewell, where I end here, I will begin somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I see you again, take care, be blessed and safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, &lt;br /&gt;Sze Wei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3033979374243023397?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3033979374243023397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3033979374243023397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3033979374243023397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3033979374243023397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/10/calendar.html' title='- Calendar -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3507134477504698955</id><published>2010-08-25T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:16:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Bad Days -</title><content type='html'>I have been coping (or not?) with extremely bad days where people take medical leave, my boss assigns me urgent tasks and coping with 3 project submissions and 2 discussion boards (at least 6 posting needed). Time just passed in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking about the BIG SMILE on Lydees's face when I squeezed 45 mins of my lunch time, took the train to cityhall, got to the Marketplace, bought a bouquet of sunflowers and walked to her office in a light drizzle. It was a really bad day for me and because this was personal, I didn't make too much of a dying request for special arrangements with the rest. I rushed back to the office with a burger from burger king and gulped it down in 5 mins, just in time for my meeting at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel amazed by myself now. Remembering that smile just takes my frustrated mind off my frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me the opportunity to put that smile on your face and mine back up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3507134477504698955?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3507134477504698955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3507134477504698955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3507134477504698955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3507134477504698955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-days.html' title='- Bad Days -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1215902805008231081</id><published>2010-08-12T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:59:48.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Power of the Mind -</title><content type='html'>Never underestimate the power of the mind. This is especially true from what I have learnt through sports. Being in the analytics program, I have also experienced that humans without a doubt, can achieve the unimaginable. Negative collective term could be anomaly while positive collective term could be outstanding. Whatever form the outlier, we are far greater and unimaginable than we think we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like, when marathon runners are no longer challenging the physical but through the mind. Perfect example of how the body will not live without the soul. The concept still intrigues and amazes me since I was introduced by the movie 'Matrix'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having been through bad experiences in past relationships, I think it is vital to isolate problems and not accumulate them. Once you are unable to compartmentalize, nothing can help you except yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the case of infidelity. When one party cheats, no matter the reason (be it singly/jointly caused) the damage is done. If neither can learn and forget the issue, it is always going to be a hindrance to the relationship. It will slow the progress of bringing the relationship to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate, the one being cheated on becomes an annoying, highly insecure/suspicious person and will look for negative things. This is when they say 'You will always find what you are looking for'. A vicious cycle will start where friction will repel the 2 parties, causing irreconcilable drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say we blind ourselves by deceiving ourselves. The mind and the heart ultimately combines forces or the divergence will drive insanity. Why do we then, put ourselves through some pain? At some point in my life, I couldn't understand. Looking from an outsider's standpoint now, I still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is one thing then, that I have learnt and understood - On why, people pray (though I am still incessant that 'A Helping Hand is better than a thousand in prayers'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, praying is an echo of your most desperate desires. You are expecting something, something positive, a happy outcome. It can simply mean you are wishing (if you find praying too fanatical/religious for you). This positive thought attracts positivity. When you are looking out for your prayers/wishes, you subconsciously look out for it. Often, when it happens, you feel attended to (or like commonly known as prayers answered), you feel that your thoughts are realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put simply, a matter of will. I pray that my friend will find that switch for this will for a happy decision and put a stop to her unnecessary prolonged pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, to join me looking back at how silly it was when the solution is mere simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just need that one move to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1215902805008231081?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1215902805008231081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1215902805008231081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1215902805008231081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1215902805008231081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-of-mind.html' title='- Power of the Mind -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7314292493023627301</id><published>2010-08-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:16:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Analytics -</title><content type='html'>I'm done with my discussion board contribution on econometrics. We were suppose to set a clear distinction between data-mining, statistics and econometrics. After being in the degree program for 3 years, I have come to realised that we can only at best employ the use of a particular model base on how well it can generalise the whole population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know we are all different, a la survival of the fittest. Some characteristics of ours are the same but never do we have entirely similar thinking and behaviors. At best, we can only predict base on past or other's experiences when making a decision but never will it be a complete view of how each decision is made, a thinking is thought and eventually determining the output (the behavior).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can't really be arsed about how some things happen anymore. Gonna just 'keep my eyes on my own paper'. There are a 1001 things that contribute to a single event or it can just be totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I work for what I want from any situation that is thrown at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7314292493023627301?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7314292493023627301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7314292493023627301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7314292493023627301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7314292493023627301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/analytics.html' title='- Analytics -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2768613743300445476</id><published>2010-08-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:13:31.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Hate the way you lie -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I like&lt;br /&gt;The way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I love&lt;br /&gt;The way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what it really is&lt;br /&gt;I can only tell you what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;And right now there's a steel knife&lt;br /&gt;In my windpipe&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;But I still fight&lt;br /&gt;While I can fight&lt;br /&gt;As long as the wrong feels right&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm in flight&lt;br /&gt;High of a love&lt;br /&gt;Drunk from the hate&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm huffing paint&lt;br /&gt;And I love it the more that I suffer&lt;br /&gt;I suffocate&lt;br /&gt;And right before im about to drown&lt;br /&gt;She resuscitates me&lt;br /&gt;She fucking hates me&lt;br /&gt;And I love it&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;Where you going&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you&lt;br /&gt;No you ain't&lt;br /&gt;Come back&lt;br /&gt;We're running right back&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;It's so insane&lt;br /&gt;Cause when it's going good&lt;br /&gt;It's going great&lt;br /&gt;I'm Superman&lt;br /&gt;With the wind in his bag&lt;br /&gt;She's Lois Lane&lt;br /&gt;But when it's bad&lt;br /&gt;It's awful&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I snap&lt;br /&gt;Who's that dude&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know his name&lt;br /&gt;I laid hands on her&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stoop so low again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't know my own strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I like&lt;br /&gt;The way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I love&lt;br /&gt;The way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever love somebody so much&lt;br /&gt;You can barely breathe&lt;br /&gt;When you're with them&lt;br /&gt;You meet&lt;br /&gt;And neither one of you&lt;br /&gt;Even know what hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Got that warm fuzzy feeling&lt;br /&gt;Yeah them chills&lt;br /&gt;Used to get 'em&lt;br /&gt;Now you're getting fucking sick&lt;br /&gt;Of looking at 'em&lt;br /&gt;You swore you've never hit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Never do nothing to hurt 'em&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in each other's face&lt;br /&gt;Spewing venom&lt;br /&gt;And these words&lt;br /&gt;When you spit 'em&lt;br /&gt;You push&lt;br /&gt;Pull each other's hair&lt;br /&gt;Scratch, claw, bit 'em&lt;br /&gt;Throw 'em down&lt;br /&gt;Pin 'em&lt;br /&gt;So lost in the moments&lt;br /&gt;When you're in 'em&lt;br /&gt;It's the rage that took over&lt;br /&gt;It controls you both&lt;br /&gt;So they say it's best&lt;br /&gt;To go your separate ways&lt;br /&gt;Guess that they don't know ya&lt;br /&gt;Cause today&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is over&lt;br /&gt;It's a different day&lt;br /&gt;Sound like broken records&lt;br /&gt;Playin' over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you promised her&lt;br /&gt;Next time you'll show restraint&lt;br /&gt;You don't get another chance&lt;br /&gt;Life is no Nintendo game&lt;br /&gt;But you lied again&lt;br /&gt;Now you get to watch her leave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the window&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's why they call it window pane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I like&lt;br /&gt;The way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I love&lt;br /&gt;The way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know we said things&lt;br /&gt;Did things&lt;br /&gt;That we didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;And we fall back&lt;br /&gt;Into the same patterns&lt;br /&gt;Same routine&lt;br /&gt;But your temper's just as bad&lt;br /&gt;As mine is&lt;br /&gt;You're the same as me&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;You're just as blinded&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come back&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't you&lt;br /&gt;Baby it was me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our relationship&lt;br /&gt;Isn't as crazy as it seems&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what happens&lt;br /&gt;When a tornado meets a volcano&lt;br /&gt;All I know is&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much&lt;br /&gt;To walk away though&lt;br /&gt;Come inside&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your bags off the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear sincerity&lt;br /&gt;In my voice when I talk&lt;br /&gt;Told you this is my fault&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eyeball&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm pissed&lt;br /&gt;I'll aim my fist&lt;br /&gt;At the dry wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next time&lt;br /&gt;There will be no next time&lt;br /&gt;I apologize&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know it's lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the games&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want her back&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a liar&lt;br /&gt;If she ever tries to fucking leave again&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tie her to the bed&lt;br /&gt;And set the house on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And watch me burn&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I like&lt;br /&gt;The way it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there&lt;br /&gt;And hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I love&lt;br /&gt;The way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2768613743300445476?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2768613743300445476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2768613743300445476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2768613743300445476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2768613743300445476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/08/hate-way-you-lie.html' title='- Hate the way you lie 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height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;口是心非你深情的承诺 都随着西风飘淼远走&lt;br /&gt;痴人梦话我钟情的倚托 就像枯萎凋零的花朵&lt;br /&gt;星火燎原我热情的眼眸 曾点亮最灿烂的天空&lt;br /&gt;晴天霹雳你绝情的放手 在我最需要你的时候&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;于是爱恨交错人消瘦   怕是怕这些苦没来由&lt;br /&gt;于是悲欢起落人静默   等一等这些伤会自由&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;口是心非你矫情的面容 都烙印在心灵的角落&lt;br /&gt;无话可说我纵情的结果 就像残破光秃的山头&lt;br /&gt;浑然天成我纯情的悸动 曾奔放最滚烫的节奏&lt;br /&gt;不可收拾你滥情的抛空 所有晶莹剔透的感受&lt;br /&gt;会自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6866818174596731206?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6866818174596731206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6866818174596731206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who lie but remain adamant and unapologetic about them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who lie but tries to cover them but ends up being discovered (#1) because at some point, they don't make sense anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who lie but say you are mentally sick/schizophrenic to try to make it seem like it's your fault&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those who lie in such nonchalance but comes up with ways to prove their innocence so much that it smell fishy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me &amp;amp; my trust issues or just too many scums around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1080667400451423849?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1080667400451423849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1080667400451423849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1080667400451423849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1080667400451423849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-me.html' title='- Is it me? -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5869631947022566516</id><published>2010-07-24T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:34:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- i m adamant...-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;wanting everyone to continue thinking i am perfectly happy because i need to sort out that overloaded baggage. i'm doing my best.&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/24724401-5869631947022566516?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5869631947022566516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5869631947022566516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5869631947022566516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5869631947022566516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-m-adamant.html' title='- i m adamant...-'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7325580784383184455</id><published>2010-07-24T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:43:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- I M NOT DEAD -</title><content type='html'>This blog is still alive and I am not dead. Feeling a little depressed. School is starting next week. I'm gonna read ahead this weekend, shut myself in and if I can afford, go to Wala's on Saturday. SOmehow, I'm not happy because I know I can do better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do alot of things, not just not &lt;i&gt;just these&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G31DTxe9NLA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G31DTxe9NLA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another story&lt;br /&gt;Something to get off my chest&lt;br /&gt;My life gets kind of boring&lt;br /&gt;Need something that i can confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till all my sleeves are stained red&lt;br /&gt;From all the truth that I've said&lt;br /&gt;Come by it honestly I swear&lt;br /&gt;Thought you saw me wink, no, I've been on the brink, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Something that'll like those ears&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the insincere&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;Don't need another perfect lie&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if critics never jump in line&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna give all my secrets away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, amazing how we got this far&lt;br /&gt;It's like were chasing all those stars&lt;br /&gt;Who's driving shiny big black cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I see the news&lt;br /&gt;All the problems we could solve&lt;br /&gt;And when a situation rises&lt;br /&gt;Just write it into an album&lt;br /&gt;Singing straight to cold&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like my flow, no, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got no reason&lt;br /&gt;Got no shame&lt;br /&gt;Got no family&lt;br /&gt;I can blame&lt;br /&gt;Just don't let me disappear&lt;br /&gt;I'mma tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my secrets away (x2)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7325580784383184455?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7325580784383184455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7325580784383184455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7325580784383184455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7325580784383184455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-m-not-dead.html' title='- I M NOT DEAD -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2847688718977412875</id><published>2010-04-17T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:43:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- If I Talk To God -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCjuZGCuAZI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCjuZGCuAZI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so fragile I know&lt;br /&gt;Some things we cannot control&lt;br /&gt;I am so selfish it shows&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let go&lt;br /&gt;Tell me three little lies&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;It tears me all up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If I talk to God&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if He's listening&lt;br /&gt;When I speak out loud&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if He's home&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;' Cause no one else is listening&lt;br /&gt;Stay another day&lt;br /&gt;And will it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;If I talk to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the words that I said&lt;br /&gt;They lay so still in my head&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never regret&lt;br /&gt;If I just let go&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to time well spent &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to defend&lt;br /&gt;And is this really the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can feel me when you fall&lt;br /&gt;When your backs against the wall&lt;br /&gt;And you know this town we live up in&lt;br /&gt;Is the loneliest of all&lt;br /&gt;And you can feel me when you're down&lt;br /&gt;And when your world turns upside down&lt;br /&gt;I know this place we're living in&lt;br /&gt;Is the loneliest of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the colors in the rain&lt;br /&gt;When you're lying up and wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, I will for you&lt;br /&gt;I will be the truth inside your lies&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes at night&lt;br /&gt;I will, I will, hold on, for you &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2847688718977412875?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2847688718977412875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2847688718977412875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2847688718977412875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2847688718977412875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-talk-to-god.html' title='- If I Talk To God -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8264356561993441922</id><published>2010-04-10T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:53:28.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Se7en Fishtail Braids -</title><content type='html'>My day started at 0630am today even though it is a Saturday. I'm very tired but forcing myself to stay awake. Went all the way to Tampines centre to do testing and it ended within 30 mins. I foolishly waited for my other 2 colleagues to collect the testing laptops when they were already testing at our station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim very kindly provided her company while I wait for Eileen to come meet me at 1030hours which became 1130hours because she was having breakie with her family. Sourced for laptop for Ms Lim and offered my techie opinions. I'm like my team's IT guy. Project was rather quick. Went on to shop around the area since my next appointment was 1630hours. Bought a T-shirt for Boonie because it is his birthday today. Bought a knitted blue blouse for myself and wanted to get sandals but didnt because there was nothing I really fancied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Tampines to head for Cityhall and slept in the train. Reached Lydee's work place but she only came out around an hour later at 1730hours because she had extra cash that didnt balance...I'm amazed I actually enjoyed dazing during that hour! We went to this murtabak shop that has been there since 1908. Delicious! We ordered beehoon goreng too and teh ahlia. Left around 1830, reached my place around 1930hours and went groceries shopping. Bought some titibits for my parents, oatmeal and vitagen for myself. My promise to eat healthier for breakfast and get better daily nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the birthday present to boonie and caught up with our lives. So fun, he's going England. When I graduate, I wanna go on a working  holiday too. Lydees didnt hug me today :( but she warned me "DON'T FALL ASLEEP!' and we have about 8 more weekends to exams. Pretty soon, pretty soon. We're going to start our 'bootcamp'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna concentrate on my business analytics applications then learn how to braid fishtails (inspired by Eileen's hairdo today). I think I can more or less relate to the se7en deadly sins: GREED, GLUTTONY, SLOTH, LUST, ENVY, WRATH &amp; PRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am GREED, ENVY, WRATH &amp; PRIDE. Does that mean I am gonna die 4 times?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go. I feel alive and accomplished for the many activities I have done today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8264356561993441922?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8264356561993441922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8264356561993441922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8264356561993441922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8264356561993441922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/se7en-fishtail-braids.html' title='- Se7en Fishtail Braids -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4157802162634690721</id><published>2010-04-10T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:21:55.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Overload -</title><content type='html'>My title reminds me of Sugababe's song which used to be stucked on repeat. I went on a half-hearted, overdue off-in-lieu yesterday and took a good rest. I have a total of 23 days of annual leave, 2 days of family leave, 2 days of off-in lieu (from public holidays), 6 exam leaves and occasional off-in-lieus from working over the weekends (to date, I have 2 such off days). I don't know if I will be able to consume them all. Maybe carry some of them to next year because I will be graduating!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I took the day off even though I didn't really complete ALL my projects. It was meant for my discussion board posting, business analytics applications project and multivariate analysis project. It was restful and relaxing at the same time. Initially (like always), I didn't want to take it. I'm very stingy with my leaves. My peers take them (+ medical leaves) like breathing I tell you. If I don't take I will be overloaded one day, somehow. Better take them before they MC on me, urgent leave or take leave when I really need to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Went for a jog at 6ish in the evening and felt like crying because I only did 4km and I was terribly slow! It took me 30 mins and I actually walked my last km :( A little scaredy that running is no longer my liberation and am soon taking after the pups's vice, ICE CREAM! Been constantly craving for ice cream and getting a quick fix from Macdonald's Soft Serve.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have an individual project coming up, due on the 26 April 2010. These 2 weeks' gonna be a rough rough ride. Nevertheless, I think I have to break my psychological barrier. It is the most vital step to accomplishing things. Exams are coming soon...weekends are kinda packed too with work on Saturday morning, project meeting in the afternoon and meeting Lydia for mutarbuk in the evening. Can't wait! She will HUG me again!!! SUPERLOVES. Sunday will go for run again then work on my project and revise my Japanese since class will most likely be cancelled. Late afternoon meeting jolynn to check into the pasir ris bungalow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Work has been ok. Have been meeting up Pris and Lingy for lunch. Caught up with PB and Lingy for dinner &amp; coffee at SAM's DOME the other night and was reminded of my sad past. Surprisingly, I managed to forget alot of things. The dramatic happenings that they held me through were completely off my mind! They remembered I housed them in my room for some periods when they needed a sanctuary. Amazing how the past 4-5 years breezed past and had sorta overwritten the entire history before. Of course, though I don't remember details, I remember being slapped, having my money all withdrawn, being cheated and so on and so forth. I knew I had been crazy, I had been emotional and I had also slapped people. Don't remember details though. When I relate them, they're just factually written across like scrolls on bloomberg or something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Besides those moments, we had a good laugh talking about boyfriends in general. I'm so over boys now. They're never gonna take me seriously so I am just gonna be superficial and not let them into my world. We'll see how things goes. I guess it is my way of protecting myself, if it does at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In short, to quote &lt;a href="http://987rozz.wordpress.com/2010/04/08/revenge/"&gt;Rozz's words&lt;/a&gt;, 'LIVE WELL'. I'm trying to get myself on a 'training' schedule of sorts, from running to cycling and then eating more greens and grains. Age is definitely catching up!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, gotta thank boonie for helping me sell my camera. Sold my sexy red-soled, black peeptoed gripz heels to pris and want to sell sparky (my hybrid) for a road bike in preparation for next year's race!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be Good and have a blessed weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4157802162634690721?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4157802162634690721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4157802162634690721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4157802162634690721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4157802162634690721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/overload.html' title='- Overload -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4334839688062728565</id><published>2010-03-28T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:53:10.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Nice Dream -</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for variable bonus to come in. Feel a little confused even though logic tells me things are well at the moment. HIMYM rekindled sweet choons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_n3JHqLUGo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d_n3JHqLUGo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love me like I was a brother &lt;br /&gt;They protect me, listen to me &lt;br /&gt;They dug me my very own garden &lt;br /&gt;Gave me sunshine, made me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice dream, nice dream &lt;br /&gt;Nice dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call up my friend, the good angel &lt;br /&gt;But she's out with her answerphone &lt;br /&gt;She says she would love to come help but &lt;br /&gt;The sea would electrocute us all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice dream, nice dream &lt;br /&gt;Nice dream, nice dream &lt;br /&gt;Nice dream, nice dream &lt;br /&gt;Nice dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you're strong enough &lt;br /&gt;If you think you belong enough &lt;br /&gt;If you think that you're strong enough &lt;br /&gt;If you think you belong enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Just as well Just as well Just as well]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice dream, nice dream&lt;br /&gt;Nice dream, nice dream&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found the song I kept hearing since last weekend''s BabyCare Fest roadshow at Expo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THE LYRICS. G'night y'all. It'll be a great week ahead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4334839688062728565?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4334839688062728565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4334839688062728565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4334839688062728565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4334839688062728565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/nice-dream.html' title='- Nice Dream -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2214924239211116451</id><published>2010-03-24T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:06:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Bee Zee -</title><content type='html'>I havent't &amp;nbsp;been blogging because I had been sick the past 2 weeks but I'm on the road to recovery. In fact, I'm feeling better every day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been really busy with roadshows over the weekend. Caught the korean breakdance comedy 'BreakOut' on the 13th March 2010 after my roadshow duties. After the roadshow, we went back to another venue and found out a mother left her kid at our seminar to go to an IT show! Goodness gracious me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally took a day's MC on Monday this week. Last weekend wasn't a weekend at all. Ok la, to be fair, I caught 'Cop Out' on Friday night. We wanted to watch Green Zone but it was at 2am (madness!). Slept till noon and went to office to do some work before heading for French movie marathon with Jojo and Boonie. C'est Pas Moi, Je Le Jure was way better than Entre Les Murs. Still trying to find the soundtrack for C'est Pas Moi, Je Le Jure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss has been very kind to me but I think I have been giving myself undue stress. Had free dimsum lunch today courtesy of Lingy who got her contract-end bonus. We're planning to feast somewhere when I get mine next week. We have a few places in mind: Hai Tien Lo (Pan Pacific's Ala Carte buffet with bird's nest egg tart), Forlino's at Fullerton, Osahime's Sashimi buffet at Odeon Towers, Restaurant Ember @ Hotel 1929 , &lt;a href="http://www.ottoristorante.com.sg/"&gt;Otto&lt;/a&gt; @ Reddot and Tatsuya Japanese Restaurant at Goodwood Park Hotel. I'm already salivating just thinking about it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's the colleagues who got promoted treated a bunch of us at Harry's Bar for dinner &amp;amp; drinks. I ate alot and drank only a glass of Lychee Martini. Tomorrow night is seafood at No Signboard restaurant...SHIOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat already means must do more work...hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight everyone. Hope you're as happy as I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2214924239211116451?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2214924239211116451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2214924239211116451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2214924239211116451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2214924239211116451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/bee-zee.html' title='- Bee Zee -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6599530527135223440</id><published>2010-03-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:09:41.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- C'est Pas Moi, Je Le Jure -</title><content type='html'>I really liked the film :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZXhFNGPSY0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NZXhFNGPSY0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to loony boony who endured the french movie marathon with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6599530527135223440?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6599530527135223440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6599530527135223440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6599530527135223440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6599530527135223440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/cest-pas-moi-je-le-jure.html' title='- C&apos;est Pas Moi, Je Le Jure -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2922303366517069003</id><published>2010-03-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:24:56.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Bragging Rights -</title><content type='html'>While you people pay to get massages and tui na, my dad does it for me for free!!! Hahahaha. Somemore got diet prescriptions leh. My mom was telling me brown rice prevent smelly feet. For all you uninformed people, I've got not normal white rice in my household. They're sorta a commodity for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I got a little big more strength with my arms already. My back is all red from the blood circulation. I was complaining that it is so unfair that I drink nearly 2 litres of water everyday (all the fruit juices my mom make, herbal soup and in the office), eat lots of vegetables and fruits and exercise really regular but my skin is still sucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says '没有用了啦。因为你以前没有照顾！'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2922303366517069003?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2922303366517069003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2922303366517069003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2922303366517069003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2922303366517069003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/bragging-rights.html' title='- Bragging Rights -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3577548934883931624</id><published>2010-03-11T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:15:50.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Bicycle Race -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Results are out! My all girls team bike chicks came in 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ocbccyclesingapore2010.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;internal mixed team challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1268228335613"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1268228335613"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://ocbc.cyclesingapore.com.sg/2010-results/the-challenge-team"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the all women’s corporate challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5ehRq05VJI/AAAAAAAAARo/AYZaU0j6gwE/s1600-h/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5ehRq05VJI/AAAAAAAAARo/AYZaU0j6gwE/s320/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Timing is officially at 1hour 29 mins and 56 seconds. You can view results &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ocbc.cyclesingapore.com.sg/media/uploads/2010_40km_Individual_Results.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Kelvin Goh’s at 1hour 29 mins 09 second and the rest of the men from his ‘The Reluctance’ team (made up of Head of Global Wealth, Premier Offshore and Group Consumer Regional Franchise), Team Road Rage and our Wealth Management head Singapore all making fun of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nick to me: What’s your timing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me: 1hour 29 mins and 56 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nick: Ok, we will sign you for next year, we are dropping Kelvin Goh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Even though he was faster than me by 47 seconds, they were mocking him ‘You are STILL a man’ though our Team Hurricane member (head of wealth management Sg) tells him that his results are affecting his KPI and to look for internal transfer soon…he is too embarrassed to have him here..hahaha. I told Kelvin just try to be alot faster than me next year and he went 'NEXT YEAR? NEXT YEAR NOT JOINING ALREADY LA!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Initially, we thought we were 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the all women’s coporate category but there was an ‘ah gua’ in the team that came in 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;place named ‘Simon Loh’. I guess that didn’t count and so we became 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;miraculously. Not a big deal because there were only 13 women's corporate teams. Seriously gotta be faster next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxMsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The day started off really well on Sunday (race day) and I got up at 3am. YK was just about to fall asleep after watching ‘The Departed’ and ‘Hotel Rwanda’. He smsed me to get up at 3.30am when I was already wide awake by then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Had instant noodles (1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;breakfast of the day) and then Fred came to pick me and Sparky (my bike). Drove through Macdonald’s West Coast for Fred’s breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When we finally found a lot at Philip Street, the gang had started to move off. After scrambling with the bikes, I rushed to 7-11 to get a bottle of H-TWO-O to mix with my half-bottle filled plain water to prevent me from getting cramps. I think I flustered because I was really running late for the race. The H-TWO-O over spilled on my shoes and as usual, I just went hysterical trying to laugh it all off. Rode to F1 Pit Stop and the atmosphere was just great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parked myself at my 'pit' base on my bib number and tried to hustle in front as we were flagging off in batches. Loved the Queen song they kept playing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CTPLUcQAjk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CTPLUcQAjk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes the emcee will get us to ring our bells and I liked it! I was actually swarmed by DHL teams in my pit and I asked the obvious. One fella replied 'Yea, we're from DHL and we'll be making a few deliveries on the way'. Here's how the pit looked like when I was at the back, moved in front and in the dark (so love the blinking bike lights!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5jakC-AN7I/AAAAAAAAASg/VEmYeTxZhSg/s1600-h/start" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5jakC-AN7I/AAAAAAAAASg/VEmYeTxZhSg/s320/start" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So anyway, I was right at the front, flagging off around 6.38am with ample of cheers on my right "CFS! CFS! CFS!" and this dude beside me went "WHAT THE HELL IS CFS?" I told him it means consumer financial services. Kudos to the contingent for being organised and cheering for us all both on race day and during the ceremony. I was right in front, behind the usher's in orange and the cheerleaders screaming on top of their lungs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5gklkRgDOI/AAAAAAAAASA/4mtLV8fl_fU/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5gklkRgDOI/AAAAAAAAASA/4mtLV8fl_fU/s320/DSC00210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5gklkRgDOI/AAAAAAAAASA/4mtLV8fl_fU/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5glGz5RzoI/AAAAAAAAASY/YoUHq8uRnT4/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5glGz5RzoI/AAAAAAAAASY/YoUHq8uRnT4/s320/DSC00209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alot of people fell right in front of me and I was this heartless bitch that just cycled away whereas most of the ang mohs would stop. There was this group of ang mohs who always came 'Suit Up!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5gj_LiEsYI/AAAAAAAAARw/5O6blksQMGg/s1600-h/23996_348858228717_770288717_3450220_866818_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5gj_LiEsYI/AAAAAAAAARw/5O6blksQMGg/s320/23996_348858228717_770288717_3450220_866818_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After my race, we took photos and I heard they waited for me but I was the last one to be flagged off so I came back late. YK was at our sponsor's tent and there was a buffet breakfast spread. Felt really like a VIP. I got Fred to join me at the tent after his race and remembered Lucy was also in the 20km race. Told them to come to the tent as there was food. That's where I had my '2nd' breakfast consisting of 3 chicken wings. I just couldnt resist them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We then cycled back to the vehicle and headed off to rider's club cafe. I like the place but got horse poo poo smell. This is the other restaurant, not Rider's Club Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5jbxk-5zKI/AAAAAAAAASo/d7qZn2dABk4/s1600-h/Mimolette" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5jbxk-5zKI/AAAAAAAAASo/d7qZn2dABk4/s320/Mimolette" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This, is Rider's Club Cafe. I even took a shower and changed out of my riding gear. Got hairdryer somemore. Had very nice omelette and chamomile tea. It was such a blissful sunday brunch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5jcTA7Gk8I/AAAAAAAAASw/rGL2jdE22vo/s1600-h/Riders" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5jcTA7Gk8I/AAAAAAAAASw/rGL2jdE22vo/s320/Riders" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So there. I sorta had 3 breakfast. After which I went back home and Fred got my bike up to my place as usual. My mom thanked him for giving me a ride. Yes, next year everyone please do the 40km! Oh yea, I gave my mom some money to buy my bib number because she was so amused that the bib had 4 numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I showered again and went back to Marina Square and had Waraku for lunch with YK. Wanted to catch a movie but nothing interest me. We ended up being lame again, watching HIMYM at my neighbourhood Macdonalds and laughing like idiots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yea, Monday night some bugger questioned me on why I did not inform him of my single status. I really felt like giving that guy a tight slap. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Anyways, that guy got blocked on my MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Work's been ok and I jogged another 5km last evening. I don't know what is wrong with me because I am feeling really weak and lethargic nowadays. I've got some rashes on my chest and back. The latest is dry skin on my right arm...YK says it looks like eczema. I think maybe too much Soya bean or milk ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Was looking through some files and documents on my hard disk and realised I had some good stuff in there..Maybe I should post them when I'm free...Just for fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have a good week everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3577548934883931624?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3577548934883931624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3577548934883931624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3577548934883931624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3577548934883931624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/bicycle-race.html' title='- Bicycle Race -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S5ehRq05VJI/AAAAAAAAARo/AYZaU0j6gwE/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5924281735122402447</id><published>2010-03-09T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:14:23.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Things I like -</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smell of rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elephants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smell of fresh linen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot Air Balloons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rainbows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaleidoscopes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dandelions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balloons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smell of apples &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, *DRUM ROLLS* MONEY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding. Didn't do shit t'day. NIGHTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5924281735122402447?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5924281735122402447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5924281735122402447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5924281735122402447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5924281735122402447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-like.html' title='- Things I like -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5214247313885196904</id><published>2010-03-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:04:29.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Funny Conversations -</title><content type='html'>Lecturer: I am also a lawyer and I encourage all of you to draw up a will...&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: How much you charge?&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: For a simple one, just $100&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: How do you define simple?&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Simple meaning 1 page...&lt;br /&gt;Me: A3 size ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5214247313885196904?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5214247313885196904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5214247313885196904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5214247313885196904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5214247313885196904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-conversations.html' title='- Funny Conversations -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-11523107222867588</id><published>2010-03-08T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:18:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- HILARIOUS SHIT -</title><content type='html'>kaela says: (10:17:12 PM)&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;kaela says: (10:17:16 PM)&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is this?! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kaela-Lee-is-mean/321931558637?ref=search&amp;amp;sid=1127987085.3795439139..1&lt;br /&gt;MeL :) says: (10:17:41 PM)&lt;br /&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kaela says: (10:17:49 PM)&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;MeL :) says: (10:17:55 PM)&lt;br /&gt;i want to join!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kaela says: (10:17:58 PM)&lt;br /&gt;WTF!&lt;br /&gt;kaela says: (10:18:00 PM)&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U!&lt;br /&gt;MeL :) says: (10:18:06 PM)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-11523107222867588?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/11523107222867588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=11523107222867588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/11523107222867588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/11523107222867588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/hilarious-shit.html' title='- HILARIOUS SHIT -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1147612101261359989</id><published>2010-03-06T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:11:58.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Twists &amp; Turns -</title><content type='html'>Yesterday began with usual news of absenteeism at work. Did my usual counter relief work, handled the auditors' questions but somehow felt that I wasn't suppose to. The auditor was either blur or acting blur or really don't know it was me. The phone call was passed to me just because I was sitting at the counter which the auditor assumed was someone else. Whatever. The whole thing led to an email of paranoia, quite amused seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the lift with head of premier offshore who was one of the reluctants from team reluctance cycling tomorrow. We had 4 buses from HR to bring staff to collect our race packs. Had the head of account services sat next to me and I didn't even know. She's very nice and she reminds me a lot of lingy but more gentle/elegant of course. So I conclude, lingy is not an accurate representation of ladies from hongkong. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my jersey and checked my time chip and was hurried down by decree of the head of global wealth management. Took some funny photos because our head of wealth Singapore was not arriving in on time leh. 1230hours became like 1ish-pm. VERY HOT, VERY HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they were in, we made some noise, gave them their bouquets and were summoned to have lunch at O'learys. I wanted to go back up to get my arm-coolers! I really should have. Food at O'learys was not bad. Anyway, I think I was very naughty la. I go and rebut my boss. He asked how come the jersey is not blue then I said 'You from which bank one? Of course red la'. Anyway, at the lunch table he said really got blue jersey but must pay...he very nice actually. Taught me how to save money at bike shops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys very naughty also la. Go order tiger tower. &amp;nbsp;I don't drink but the other ladies say need to work ah..we not bosses like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I took 2 lunches. Very full till the evening. I went back office after internal MAS briefing but my boss went home already. Cannot check with him on my work. Had a great chat with Jing. She is coming along with the rest of the wealth management department to support us riders....think we have about 10 over people including myself. Of course, by decree also la...but very happy cos the email mentioned me and evie as the representative of all girls team :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, after I faced dissapointment at the F1 pit stop, I hung my head low and listened to music and nearly got hit by taxi la. Stupid taxi horned me. Very sad. Went to watch Alice in Wonderland 3D. I like! I remember having the cartoon and watching repetitively. Always liked the randomness of the story. The flowers, the caterpillar, cheshire cat, mat hatter and tea party...lastly, the white rabbit's philosophy 'I'm late, I'm late!'. Love the the way the story revolves around challenging yourselves, assumptions and being entrepreneurial... Can only savour remnants through this video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZb8CnUzUOc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rZb8CnUzUOc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just relax, do a little bit of revisions and sleep somemore because race is in about 12 hours time. Sensei says no class tomorrow. Better do homework first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me for tomorrow. No class can relax! Have a blasting weekend y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1147612101261359989?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1147612101261359989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1147612101261359989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1147612101261359989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1147612101261359989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/twists-turns.html' title='- Twists &amp; Turns -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1260734826122642294</id><published>2010-03-04T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:56:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- ANGRY -</title><content type='html'>AXS listen up! I really think it has become a great inconvenience to me when my payments can only be paid with DBS/POSB cards!!! I guess I have to deposit more money into my POSB accounts instead of paying with my OCBC/UOB cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed that I had to walk back and forth machines only to realise ALL AXS machines in my estate have converted to the 'dark side'. My last resort was to pay via my POSB account, withdraw from OCBC and deposit some cash into my POSB account. I maintain the same balance for my POSB account at all times. Anyway, cut the story short, laoniang got so impatient with the hassle that I simply forgot to take my card. Too bad then, I took the quick work around. I called DBS and told them to just cancel the blighted debit card. No more having to pay annual fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an interesting note, Jojo and me had lunch with Michael from queensland who is working in ING, KL. He came to town just for Comic Gate's at Zouk. And so the conversation led to DJs. Thankfully, I had PVD, ATB, Tiesto, Armin Van Buuren and Chicane on my list. Anyways, Jojo thought the dude was hitting on me but was doing a lousy job. I never thought so la, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say his eyes were quite sharp to tell I'm not totally Singaporean but Malaysian-born. So this dude does investment research and likes chasing deejays in Asia from Singapore to Bangkok. I told him to check out Zirca, Clinic, Cafe Del Mar and Butterfactory since he was putting up around Clarke Quay. Funny guy asked me for my age and then paused to say 'I'm sorry, I should be asking for your name first.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, he even went on to ask when I'm turning 26. Strange. According to Jojo, he kept trying to hint about where to go and that he didn't know the city too well. It led on to where we worked, what time we knock off..yada yada. To be honest, he was really quite cute because he had such deep dimples, green eyes and a boyish smile. Then, it got really funny when he tried to tell us about how wrong and out of his mind his colleague was to dump his wife and children, got involved with another girl and more problems with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, I don't club even though I listen to club music. 有缘再相见吧! Howdy and G'day mate. Enjoy your stay till Sunday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1260734826122642294?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1260734826122642294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1260734826122642294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1260734826122642294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1260734826122642294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/angry.html' title='- ANGRY -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8185882537619534955</id><published>2010-03-03T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:06:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Count My Blessings -</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a phone call early in the morning and was wished 'have a good day at work!'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colleague placed pandan cake on my desk for breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boss offered to brainstorm together on a very important piece of work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same colleague who bought breakfast for me bought mini-snickers to share with everyone. She so sweet!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished work early and on time today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Since I'm early, I decided to go for my usual 3.4km jog...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Had a bottle of Eu Yan Sang Bird's Nest from the many hampers that was given to his royal highness in the office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did 5.1km today!!! I am officially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt; of my comfort zone :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packed up my stuff at the office because we're moving seats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 2-day course that taught me to 'Stay Curious', 'Ask Questions' and 'Challenge Assumptions' worked!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom cooked yummy dinner today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Race is this weekend. I am having serious thoughts of riding to F1 pit stop from my place starting midnight so I can reach there at 5am on Sunday, 07 March 2010. I've got roadshow/seminar duties for the next 2 weeks. Watching 'Break Out' on 13 March 2010 and French movie marathon on 20 March 2010. Alice In Wonderland opens this week. Japanese exam on 14 March 2010. Term break next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner and shower, it's revisions time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8185882537619534955?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8185882537619534955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8185882537619534955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8185882537619534955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8185882537619534955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/count-my-blessings.html' title='- Count My Blessings -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1320473148632420139</id><published>2010-03-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:29:10.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Argh -</title><content type='html'>Tired. Going for a jog tomorrow morning. Hope can jog past that blighted 3km. Realised I have really cute friends around me like Lydees, Jojo and Miss Choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutor: Sometimes, when you need to find the answer and you get a mind block, you just have to take a step back.....&lt;br /&gt;Miss Choo: You know, he keep asking us to take a step back...I have to sit right in front in the exam hall...otherwise I will be very far from the question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Monday has been good! Need to be doing revisions and stay focused already. I can do it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;わたしわできます!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1320473148632420139?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1320473148632420139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1320473148632420139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1320473148632420139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1320473148632420139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/argh.html' title='- Argh -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2144896921594177969</id><published>2010-02-28T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:54:06.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Change of Plans, AGAIN! -</title><content type='html'>I was soooo worn out I couldnt really wake up for revisions today. Woke only at 10ish. Smelly said he did his revisions late from 10.10am to 12.30pm also. I was at SMU at 12.30pm but I didn't alight because he was leaving already. People now got apple in his eye liao while I'm still lingering in singledom. I like my life now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, did my Japanese homework and spent about 1 hour on my marketing research. 2.45pm I realised I was at the wrong place for Japanese class! Sensei arranged for ramen dinner which I almost forgotten!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela asked Sensei to buy this small bottle of 'de-odourant' that gets rid of stench before you poo poo in the toilet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4p0d2RAmvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3AsoXSIC-fk/s1600-h/odourant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4p0d2RAmvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3AsoXSIC-fk/s320/odourant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Santoka Ramen (さんとからめん) at Central... Not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4p0yA4yZRI/AAAAAAAAARY/5knbDM2pN2E/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4p0yA4yZRI/AAAAAAAAARY/5knbDM2pN2E/s320/DSC00200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sensei then announced 'わたしわおがります’ (watashiwa ogarimasu). Means he was giving us a treat at Azabu Sabo :) The rest were whining おなかがすきません (Onakaga Sukimasen, means stomach is not empty. Very full in fact!) But because Sensei is giving a treat I urged them on 'わたしわできます！　(watashiwa dekimasu, meaning I CAN DO IT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4p4Sh23nrI/AAAAAAAAARg/un3mupEmLkM/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4p4Sh23nrI/AAAAAAAAARg/un3mupEmLkM/s320/DSC00204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is Monday already but everyone should&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;げんきだしてよ (Genki Dashiteyo, Cheer Up!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sad fact of the day is that I didn't get to have Murtabak with Lydees. NO HUGS :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2144896921594177969?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2144896921594177969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2144896921594177969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2144896921594177969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2144896921594177969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-of-plans-again.html' title='- Change of Plans, AGAIN! -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4p0d2RAmvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/3AsoXSIC-fk/s72-c/odourant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5450505108985989441</id><published>2010-02-28T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:30:34.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Advertisement -</title><content type='html'>Just realised the 'Post-It' advertorial banner on the left of my blog has got really interesting stuff! Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=post-it&amp;amp;search_type=&amp;amp;aq=f"&gt;YouTube videos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this 'Post-It Love' video...Kinda reminds me of &lt;a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie Sokoler&lt;/a&gt;! She makes me happy everytime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsKghhQ41FM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TsKghhQ41FM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other video also quite cool...Love the Röyksopp's tunes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpWM0FNPZSs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpWM0FNPZSs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5450505108985989441?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5450505108985989441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5450505108985989441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5450505108985989441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5450505108985989441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/advertisement.html' title='- Advertisement -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1973239970901912118</id><published>2010-02-27T22:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:52:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- What a day -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loony left around 2am after watching Sheldon made fish night lights and 1 episode of 'How I Met Your Mother'. Returned Kwang-san's sms and he called me. The reception was very bad lar. Anyway, he wanted to give me a surprise visit after his work but too bad loony was over at my place...老娘没空， 没空！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hanging out with Loony. It's been sucha looooong time! We talked about what's going on in our lives and he returned my 'Outliers' book. I haven't even read any of the books he loaned me! Wanted to get chicken wings but he had dinner before he reached my place. Anyway, I think I am so cool. I made him timed how long it'd take me to finish my bowl of instant noodles. The timing stands at 45 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we both continued to be freaked out by our 27 years old expiry dates and continued to come up with a list of stuff we want to fulfill. Also, he showed me some nice houses that we can buy in te near future. Very tempting! He's sucha a sweet boy for giving in to his sister...He's going to SIM open house to look into doing a graduate diploma today..hope all goes well. He already got degree liao lor...sibeh kiasu and spoil market for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me some guy sorta used money to tether a girl who tried to 'run away' with another guy. In the end, asked the girl to marry him, bought a house (put under the girls name, BIG TIME SIAO) but rented it out. Lives at the girls place and rental income goes to the girl! The guy should have married ME!!!! ok, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, woke up around 11am and my mom cooked pig stomach soup! Yums!!! But shit, my mom keep telling me pig offals are very high cholestrol! I have been binging on kidneys and intestines much! Not to mention pig trotters! I may be thin to some of you but I just might have high cholestrol levels man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Fred at Esso to go Harbour Front to collect my bike. Saw Evie and her cute friend (hope it's her boyfriend!) as they were about to head for airport. I'm going to miss Evie because she's been so so sweet to me. She noticed I was in my ride attires and asked if I'm riding. Then reminded me to fuel up with isotonic drink or coca cola because I always get embarrassing cramps on my toes. She half-filled my tupperware (as she affectionately calls) and reminded me to add the other half with H2O. Next Friday they'll be arriving in from KL, 400km ride. Siaozers but I take my hats off them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started riding at arond 4pm from T3 bikes. Bummed into Rozlee and Louise. Think they also training...I thought I was the only mad one riding in the hot afternoon sun. I thought they were done with their ride but when I turned back from Changi they were heading towards Changi! I wore long sleeves and slapped on tons of sunblock. Think I'll still be dark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I did only about 30km today. Finished around 5.30pm because Fred was on his mountain, very sturdy bike I must say but too heavy, really. Waited for him a bit here and there. After change of clothes we headed to West Coast's village centre for Japanese Food. I like the place! It's like a little haunt tucked away in a quaint spot away from crowds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4kgrKv9FeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bgEu9qR1GQA/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4kgrKv9FeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bgEu9qR1GQA/s320/DSC00197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can choose your fresh sashimi or wide range of japanese imported groceries. Alas, still didn't see my green tea waffle ice cream with black honey... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4khL3jNgHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KnNf-kRodTw/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4khL3jNgHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KnNf-kRodTw/s320/DSC00196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had this big platter, damn worth it! Shared among me and Fred can eat until vomit la. I almost finished my share, left 3 pieces. He left like 5 pieces and in the end da-baoed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had room for ice cream and he suggested to try Island Creamary at Serene centre. Luckily found a lot very quickly but the place was super packed. Noticed there was some other ice cream shops around the corner too but we headed to Udder's. I likey! I tried Snicker Mars with Honey Vanilla, Hazelnut, Baileys &amp;amp; Bourbon, Tira-Mis-U and something else that I can't really remember. In the end I chose the Lychee Martini. Very refreshing and light :) The alcoholic icecream range like the Baileys and Tiramisu was really strong. They still leave a taste in my mouth after just a small spatula of it. They had pistachio too but I tried too many already, felt abit embarrassed already. QingHui waved his hands at me, sitting outside the kopitiam beside Udder's with Kiatz, Ross and his gf. High5-ed him and left. Bugger screamed 'Eh, 你不认识他们meh?'. Brother, they never hi5 me leh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think some boys are just so 细心. Not to me la, as in generally they are so. Like boony and fred..I think that's generally the case for people who are youngest in the family or something. Some boy I know, according to Shups just plain flaky! Then again, it's just some bloody hot &amp;amp; cold game they're probably playing which I have absolute no time for. Go play by yourselves la huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Very psyched up now, must be the exercise and the lychee martini. I'm in love with the food and exercise. They should always go hand in hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love my ring because it tells of the time I was in Bangkok where I fell in love with it. I couldn't stop thinking of it even though the transportation was soon to arrive. I ran all the way with Pris to get it. All thanks to her, the ring stays with a wonderful story of a fantastic time I had...expensive in relative to other stuff but worth every penny (4-in-1 leh) ! Love my french manicure. It's been a month and I still can't bear to remove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4kl-YPu8FI/AAAAAAAAARA/luf9Ulp-_ko/s1600-h/ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4kl-YPu8FI/AAAAAAAAARA/luf9Ulp-_ko/s320/ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Feel like a run. Maybe tomorrow morning. Meeting Smelly at 9am for revisions then Japanese class then its Murtabak with Lydees!!! I get hug from her again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes. I'm turning gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1973239970901912118?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1973239970901912118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1973239970901912118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1973239970901912118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1973239970901912118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-day.html' title='- What a day -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S4kgrKv9FeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bgEu9qR1GQA/s72-c/DSC00197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2697923635606740435</id><published>2010-02-26T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:15:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Life is full of surprises! -</title><content type='html'>So things took a turn today and I ended up going to the office slighty earlier to help my boss out because I knew his followup meeting for the taskforce is gonna be at 1030hours. I told him that I'm gonna be on course as well and he went ' Eh then 怎么办 huh?'. Luckily I amended and sent him to look...don't want him to look bad in front of the rest man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGS was at the lift lobby and we were both rushing late. The stupid lifts always busy at 9ish in the morning. In the end we took the lifts up before we headed down and bugger whined that I delaying his ride because I was going to the 4th floor and not the first! Speaking of which, his face super cui now. Last week he langar don't know where. I better be careful with my ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course went smoothly and joyful as usual. Came back offic got cake to eat from the department meeting. In the end, no one was gonna ride tomorrow morning! One went to Casino-themed DnD, one bike in KL, one like working OT face already super shagged at 6.30pm then that RGS face kenah IDACed and still healing. Sians. Was thinking my weekend like not going as planned leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Evie to ask her where was she and to take my helmet and bottle. So she's gonna leave it beside my bike tomorrow. Called Fred to find out if he still interested to ride. Turns out most probably tomorrow afternoon. Laoniang gonna be chao-ta-ed again. Then Lydees called to give me some information on the Oakley's I wanted and Murtabak this Sunday after Japanese class! So I rang loony to ask for change of plans to tonight. Gonna get us BBQ chicken wings and pig out with some american sitcoms while we catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kwang-san, called me at 6pm to tell me he's drowned with work and can't get his super discounted second hand foldable Dahon bike at $800 (previously $2300, with bike lights, bike com and bottle rack all in). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm shamelessly idling around (brain-dead, not thinking, DONT WANT TO THINK) the house with face mask, just waiting for loony to come by. My mom just got home and was surprised I'm not over at Evie's. I said no one wanna ride tomorrow morning leh. She said 'Good lah...rest...already so dark!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADNESS. Even the HR RM who recruited me 4 years ago commented that I've turned loads darker when I bumped into her at lunch yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WAILS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2697923635606740435?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2697923635606740435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2697923635606740435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2697923635606740435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2697923635606740435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-full-of-surprises.html' title='- Life is full of surprises! -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7519491486773257581</id><published>2010-02-25T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:53:24.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Run Baby, RUN! -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPYGYEsagxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPYGYEsagxM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY FOCUSED. STAY SINGLE. STAY ON TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no taking financial papers unless I'm gonna practise or apply. 2 more weeks to my investment. I finished one whole piece of cod fish today and had green peas stir fried with scallops. NICE! I ran 3km again today but my stomach started to hurt. Maybe because I ate my Fuji apple at 5.45pm. Today on course and heard 2 funny jokes. I got cheapo (but cool looking, ok?) shades for 20 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (my mom and I) were watching the indexes being reported when the news was ending. My alarm went red (lightly) when STI was down. I already earned la but my target not reached yet. Bloody hell, all my mother can think of is, "HEY HEY HEY YEN DOWN LEH WE CAN GO JAPAN!". I know I taking Japanese la dey, but sister, the tax in Japan is more CHOR compared to Europe ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise (myself) I will bring her next year when I'm done with my studies and at least one year of Japanese lesson. I found the website to practice my Hiragana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss not in office today, I also not in office but hor, still he can use his iPhone or Blackberry to sms me to do work leh. Amazing right. I'm the only workaholic that went back to office after the course ended at 5.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised his project meeting is tomorrow at 10.30am. I have to help him touch up his presentation on the storyboard I was doing based on the feedback provided. Then I will pack my bags for my single ride from HarbourFront to office to meet the boys for one last training. Evie's left her bike in KL for the 400km charity ride down from KL next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'll park my bike in office for race next week. In the afternoon, catch up with loony boony. Shups asked me to go Butter. Never been there, don't really drink but think I want to try drinking something new. See how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM BURTON'S Alice In Wonderland coming out next week leh. Don't know who going to watch with me. Maybe end up being a single pervert and watch the movie alone. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday got revision at SMU in the morning then Japanese class. I think sensei very sad the April Japan trip too late to book tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so weird. I am talking to myself! I LIKE! Oooh, was helping my boss format his 'personality of the week' to be pinned up. His writeup so funny la. I got sooo many things that I want to do...anyway, after next week's race will be watching 'Break out'. Hope I dont have that 'Amazing race' duty on the 13th man. So RUSH! OMG! then its french movie marathon on 20th March at Alliance Francaise. Coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that hor...i have to postponed my visit to KL liao. TIME IS NOT ENOUGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7519491486773257581?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7519491486773257581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7519491486773257581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7519491486773257581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7519491486773257581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/run-baby-run.html' title='- Run Baby, RUN! -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8780004059011227161</id><published>2010-02-23T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:03:09.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- loving my life -</title><content type='html'>Lighted lavender aromatherapy and having fruits now. Had fuji apple in the office today. Got new lenovo T400 laptop today and I just love it when the tech guy said 'I pretend I never see anything'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last training this Saturday after so long. Might have to put off diving because I have a wound now. Hope it heals by then so I can go diving. Otherwise, Mount Kinabalu (depending on whether I can join the existing group) or Angkor Wat. Want to sell my current camera away and get a new one. March is approaching and I can get a new phone soon. Maybe just go back to KL and spend time with my cousins :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to catch up with loony this saturday. Sunday is revisions and Japanese class again. I have to find that website to practice my hiragana soon. Memories super failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to visit the dentist too. Faster announce VB la...I want to buy my trust fund already....since last year...ok..gonna watch How I Met Your Mother while finishing my fruits...tomorrow morning need to let out my angst and RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so desperate for exercise I took the stairs up just now. I live on the 15th (highest floor) and when I got through the door my mom thought the lift spoilt again. For fun la climb stairs..train my chicken legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA RUUUUUUUUNNNNNN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that I've been waiting for too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PO6ge7Y5NQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PO6ge7Y5NQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna watch Alice In Wonderland already! really must get down to business for financial papers and taking up a musical instrument :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8780004059011227161?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8780004059011227161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8780004059011227161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8780004059011227161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8780004059011227161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-my-life.html' title='- loving my life -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7313018100184077227</id><published>2010-02-21T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:49:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- i love my mates -</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:32:07 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today lydia cracked a joke about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:32:12 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but usually mon class she got buy her own stuffs le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:32:13 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:32:17 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be nothing gd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:32:20 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was tellig me abt her guy groupmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:32:31 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said this guy is an even more chinese version of melvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:32:36 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:32:40 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where he will go BA BA BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:32:44 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:32:48 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:32:48 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:02 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know like i asked him when he going off he will say 6pm BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:15 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said Smelly maybe just 1 or 2 sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:21 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this guy is EVERY SENTENCE HE BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:26 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:30 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:33:32 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........there i knew it, nothing gd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:33 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SEE HOW BA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:35 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:33:40 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to meet u two liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:42 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside my head i thinking babababa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:44 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:48 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:51 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:33:55 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun i go woodlands library study myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:33:56 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u owe me lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:34:01 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:34:06 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:34:35 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:34:38 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun angry la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:34:40 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we miss u leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:34:42 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come study with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:34:48 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia said we improving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:34:55 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 exam alr got revise liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:35:34 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;i think next time i meet lydia, i will go with more BABABABABABABABABABABA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:35:40 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MeL :) says: (12:35:44 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;maybe meh as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaela says: (12:35:53 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ROFLMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bode lydees farewell at Orchard MRT earlier and she hugged me again. I was sooo looking forward to it! I sound so gay. okbyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7313018100184077227?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7313018100184077227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7313018100184077227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7313018100184077227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7313018100184077227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-mates.html' title='- i love my mates -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7692573642890395989</id><published>2010-02-17T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:43:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Touched -</title><content type='html'>The lyrics very simple and somehow, it reminds me of my life (for someone who indulges alot in her own thoughts and feelings) and especially my sister. Listening to this song (especially the chorus) just tears me. I bet this song will bring more memories as I journey through my life...when lovers meet and part, when loved ones are no longer around and when life finally ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxNnK_r8mTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BxNnK_r8mTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Simsun, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;只因为在人群中多看了你一眼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Simsun, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;再也没能忘掉你的容颜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Simsun, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px; white-space: normal;"&gt;梦想着偶然能有一天再相见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Simsun, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;从此我开始孤单地思念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;想你时你在天边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;想你时你在眼前&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;想你时你在脑海&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;想你时你在心田&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;宁愿相信我们前世有约&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;今生的爱情故事不会再改变&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;宁愿用这一生等你发现&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我一直在你身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;从未走远&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7692573642890395989?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7692573642890395989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7692573642890395989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7692573642890395989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7692573642890395989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/touched.html' title='- Touched -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3442089390122398201</id><published>2010-02-16T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:16:14.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- pukes -</title><content type='html'>Some 'casanova-wanna-be' trying to ask me out on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CMI : Wheys, want to ask ni (WHAT THE HELL???)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?&lt;br /&gt;CMI :this friday night you free anotz?&lt;br /&gt;Me : What time and do what?&lt;br /&gt;CMI : Member got 2 free slots...&lt;br /&gt;CMI : sen james&lt;br /&gt;Me : Your spelling very fancee hor (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;CMI : Wheys...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm having Chinese New Year dinner, food includes shark's cartilage soup and free flow of red/white wine from boss's personal stash. BEAT THAT.&lt;br /&gt;CMI : Wah.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Just too bad.&lt;br /&gt;CMI : ni bu hao. (pls la, grow up!)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Do I look like I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one that needs to be bloody blocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3442089390122398201?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3442089390122398201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3442089390122398201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3442089390122398201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3442089390122398201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/pukes.html' title='- pukes -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2384808019482310462</id><published>2010-02-16T16:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:03:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Need to get psyched up? -</title><content type='html'>Get a piece of Barney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4oF0gRy8Bo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4oF0gRy8Bo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;yes, my friends, this song is Legen... wait for it... and I hope you're not lactose intolerant because the last part of that﻿ word is... Dairy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Barney's my humour, I want to watch How I Met Your Mother!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vYBoXtaetY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vYBoXtaetY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2384808019482310462?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2384808019482310462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2384808019482310462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2384808019482310462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2384808019482310462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-to-get-psyched-up.html' title='- Need to get psyched up? -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4487724052200766278</id><published>2010-02-16T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:27:08.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- happy things -</title><content type='html'>I just realised I got lots of new clothes. I have 5 unworn dresses from last September's Bangkok trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S3pVyKTgSQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/F8It7NPnwEM/s1600-h/NEWCLOTHES" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S3pWLzBrnZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J5KafttnbJU/s1600-h/NEWCLOTHES" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S3pWLzBrnZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J5KafttnbJU/s320/NEWCLOTHES" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues are going to hate me more if they say the dress is very nice because I'm going to say 'OH VERY CHEAP $8 NIA'. The most expensive one I think is the blue one on the left, $14 from Suan Lum night market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got 1 more white tulip skirt, 3 black dresses and 1 sequined dress from Miss Selfridge. I don't have to go shopping for a long long time la. Keep my money for more stocks and shares...I loooooove dividends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4487724052200766278?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4487724052200766278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4487724052200766278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4487724052200766278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4487724052200766278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-things.html' title='- happy things -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S3pWLzBrnZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J5KafttnbJU/s72-c/NEWCLOTHES' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4025147662843553377</id><published>2010-02-15T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:10:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Some Kind Of Wonderful -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtGLlz120vY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtGLlz120vY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be a wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;Cause you help put&lt;br /&gt;a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be a wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;People to see&lt;br /&gt;Places to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy happy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;some kind&lt;br /&gt;of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;some kind&lt;br /&gt;of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the sun&lt;br /&gt;that lights up the sky&lt;br /&gt;You've got the smile&lt;br /&gt;that makes everything right&lt;br /&gt;You are my star&lt;br /&gt;That shines in the night&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;Who's always fun&lt;br /&gt;For every everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;some kind&lt;br /&gt;of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;some kind&lt;br /&gt;of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll find the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And chase the blues away&lt;br /&gt;We'll make this day&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;some kind&lt;br /&gt;of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;some kind&lt;br /&gt;of wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na na&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4025147662843553377?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4025147662843553377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4025147662843553377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4025147662843553377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4025147662843553377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-kind-of-wonderful.html' title='- Some Kind Of Wonderful -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3018125682003904214</id><published>2010-02-15T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:22:25.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Self-Motivate -</title><content type='html'>Just done with the same 3.4km. Woke up late because I was watching 200 pounds beauty last evening. I like that show. 0930 in the morning only about 3-4 joggers. There was this little guy in shorts in a red hooded sweater. Siaozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back perspiring quite a bit and when I looked in the mirror I was sooooo RED(or tanned). I really couldn't tell. Yea, koped my dad's honey drink when my mom told me to drink her homemade barley. My dad was dyeing my mom's hair. I just heard her go 'Do you know how to make highlights?' She think my dad what, hairstylist meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to my big boss's place but my assignment is not done. Not even started. I.AM.SO.DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be FAIRRRRR. Smelly thinks I'm mad because no way should I be lemming for snow white fair skin when I'm doing all these outdoor sports like cycling and jogging. I try to do them before sunrise or after sun sets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaes. i will take the gingko biloba (hope they're not expired) and be godly with my assignment. If i can finish i can go visiting :) and tomorrow stay home and do some exciting storyboard project for my boss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, my auntie called me from KL last night (actually my mom la, but she sleep liao). She asked how come I am home not at boyfriend's place. I say laoniang no bf la. broke up last october. Somemore she thought my bf is a custom's officer. Where the hell did that come from?! Anyway, i thought only my mum's weird. She also tell me no need to get married leh. what the hell. i say i like children leh. if this kinda trend goes on hor, i have to think of alternative with the children thingy. hahahah. my mum worse ah...tell me co habit la..don't get along then part lor. i got crazy ppl in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3018125682003904214?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3018125682003904214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3018125682003904214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3018125682003904214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3018125682003904214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-motivate.html' title='- Self-Motivate -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3605054624677719274</id><published>2010-02-14T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:25:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- The Number 14 -</title><content type='html'>I've always liked the number 14. Strangely enough, I've never really celebrated Valentine's Day even though I've been attached for a long time. This is the 2nd time I am not attached on Valentine's Day. The last time being 2005 when I broke up with my first boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining but I don't remember receiving surprise bouquets, save for the 1st ever bouquet I received on Valentine's Day when I was 15. Actually I do. I've received roses from Qi and Freddy in school. Now, those caught me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think counting the number of flowers (with element of pleasant surprise), I have received way more apologetic bouquets in comparison. After a while, I start to feel neutral towards flowers. I've grown to become this cynical girl who don't buy withering living things as gestures of romance OR APOLOGY. Eeeks. You don't realise you did something wrong after you have done it. You're human and not an animal. Practise some self control la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to me, flowers on special occassions (even if it's a 'I'm Sorry' occassion) are just downright pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm still waiting for a special someone to send me flowers on a supposedly non-event day and bring me out to a nice restaurant like Otto @ Reddot Museum to have creme brulee. To top things off, serenade me with the guitar and a love song. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the lunar new year and I'm going to be happy so that the rest of the year will be just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME SPREAD YOU SOME POSITIVITY INSTEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with a boy now but it is to revise my Japanese. maybe having dinner outside. better be nice good food like pig trotters in vinegar....kidney mee sua...bbq chicken wings...yummy yum yum. Bak Kut Teh also not bad an idea. Pig stomach soup! OMG I'm having wild fantasies of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so need to jog after tons of food (bak kwa, kueh lapis, heh bi hiam...) being passed around endlessly in the office. my boss bakes fantastic almond cookies. we passed him back an empty jar with a post-it note to bake more goodies. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. b4 i go, i dreamt that i got a special version of iphone that had the call and cancel call buttons. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3605054624677719274?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3605054624677719274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3605054624677719274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3605054624677719274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3605054624677719274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/number-14.html' title='- The Number 14 -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8533093338154809763</id><published>2010-02-09T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:44:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Current Tune -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fAG8By2RinY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fAG8By2RinY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8533093338154809763?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8533093338154809763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8533093338154809763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8533093338154809763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8533093338154809763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/current-tune.html' title='- Current Tune -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5911085016134404431</id><published>2010-02-07T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:36:14.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Conflicting heart &amp; mind -</title><content type='html'>Despite all that is happening in my life, I constantly feel something is missing. I'm not truly happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5911085016134404431?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5911085016134404431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5911085016134404431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5911085016134404431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5911085016134404431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/02/conflicting-heart-mind.html' title='- Conflicting heart &amp; mind -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6804133333261177993</id><published>2010-01-30T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:19:14.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Inside of Love -</title><content type='html'>Was watching 'How I Met Your Mother' and remembered this song again. Use to listen to it in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3Ac3Pc8etA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3Ac3Pc8etA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;watching terrible tv&lt;br /&gt;it kills all thought&lt;br /&gt;getting spacier than&lt;br /&gt;an astronaut&lt;br /&gt;making out with people&lt;br /&gt;i hardly know or like&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe what i do&lt;br /&gt;late at night&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;on the inside of love&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing at the gates&lt;br /&gt;i see the beauty above&lt;br /&gt;only when we get to see&lt;br /&gt;the aerial view&lt;br /&gt;will the patterns show&lt;br /&gt;we'll know what to do&lt;br /&gt;i know the last page so well&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the first&lt;br /&gt;so i just don't start&lt;br /&gt;it's getting worse&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;i can't find my way in&lt;br /&gt;i try again and again&lt;br /&gt;i'm on the outside of love&lt;br /&gt;always under or above&lt;br /&gt;must be a different view&lt;br /&gt;to be a me with a you&lt;br /&gt;of course i'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;i just had a bad night&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6804133333261177993?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6804133333261177993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6804133333261177993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6804133333261177993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6804133333261177993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/inside-of-love.html' title='- Inside of Love -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6923465311080517240</id><published>2010-01-24T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:28:34.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Wisdom -</title><content type='html'>"Being scared to do something." "The only thing you have to fear is fear itself." "The truth is the only thing that is ever going to be constant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main core reasons I end my relationships with certain people :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If my existence does not make someone wanna be a better person, then I am wasting my time." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO FACE REALITY, PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6923465311080517240?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6923465311080517240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6923465311080517240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6923465311080517240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6923465311080517240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisdom.html' title='- Wisdom -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1866356830607956205</id><published>2010-01-24T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:05:46.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- School Starts -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yeap, school starts tomorrow and I have been watching French movies every Tuesday. For 2 Sundays I had been cycling 70.6km. Last evening, went to bunk over at Sam's place even though she told me to go over last minute to support Maxie in his 1km run. Maxie is Christina's dog. Anyway, Maxie did well by coming in second :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Japanese class resumed today and I learnt some really useful stuff. Sensei says there will be a trip in either early April or Mid-May of which both me and Eric-san won't be able to make it because we are having exams. After exams, I should be going for diving with Shunny. Haven't got others who have expressed interest yet except for Shu. She'll be busy with her sister's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Have been staying really late in the office, doing a section of a 'business paper' for some sort of certification. Tons of web update and analysis. Also had fun looking through and editing my boss' script for a chinese seminar he had last Friday. EMB had some internal awards party at Lunar while my boss was emceeing the seminar at Raffles Convention Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Watched toothfairy and had a good time talking about 'How I Met Your Mother'. I wanna watch it!!! Marketing research class tomorrow after weekly WIP team meeting and weekly project meeting. Watching 'Why not Brazil' on Tuesday. Thinking of getting my shades one of the weekdays after work or on coming Saturday morning if I don't hang out late on Friday. Think I will not be going home early next week. Friday is D-DAY, don't know if I will be stucked in office. Saturday watching Symphonic concert...quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Smelly &amp;amp; Lydees some time back to do threading at Little India and have Thosai. I LIKE IT! We went to hang out at Mustafa also...quite eye-opening. Watched Nadal play against Karlovich earlier and Del Portro play half way before I headed for Jap class. I wanna go shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I got some cool pomplamoose mp3s. So happy about getting the tunes! Maybe should try learning Tennis since alot of people I know are playing. Must go clean up my teeth also. Don't quite like the idea of paying to feel pain in the dentist's chair :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If I can sleep early today after packing my room, prepare for school, do mask and planning for wardrobe for the whole week I will go for a jog tomorrow morning. This morning's jog with Maxie so insignificant lor. 1km only. Haha. As it marks the end of my school holidays, I have been making the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Life is filled with meaningful and fun-filled activities. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1866356830607956205?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1866356830607956205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1866356830607956205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1866356830607956205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1866356830607956205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-starts.html' title='- School Starts -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-202497037589426263</id><published>2010-01-18T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:43:37.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Let Go -</title><content type='html'>There's just too many great tunes that I've uncovered and they're all keeping me company on my way to work and morning jog tomorrow it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x52w8txtiQs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x52w8txtiQs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;Drink up baby down&lt;br /&gt;Are you in or are you out?&lt;br /&gt;Leave your things behind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all going off without you&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me too busy you're writing a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;These mess-ups&lt;br /&gt;You bubble-wrap&lt;br /&gt;When you've no idea what you're like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gains the more it gives&lt;br /&gt;And then advances with the form&lt;br /&gt;So, honey, back for more&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that all the stuff's essential?&lt;br /&gt;Such boundless pleasure&lt;br /&gt;We've no time for later&lt;br /&gt;Now you can wait&lt;br /&gt;You roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We've twenty seconds to comply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Jump in&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;It's al right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;br /&gt;So, let go&lt;br /&gt;Just get in&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so amazing here&lt;br /&gt;It's all right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-202497037589426263?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/202497037589426263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=202497037589426263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/202497037589426263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/202497037589426263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-go.html' title='- Let Go -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-818956332780985964</id><published>2010-01-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:54:05.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Halo -</title><content type='html'>Not Halo 3, you bloody gamers. Halo 3 makes me dizzy. THIS Halo though, soothing...uber coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Esig0AFj0B8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Esig0AFj0B8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: normal;"&gt;Who do you love, when love is gone?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you hunger in this great unknown?&lt;br /&gt;Memories of me will fade soon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you'll find someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everyone halo bright in beauty&lt;br /&gt;See everyone arrayed for you to try&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone in being alone&lt;br /&gt;Six billion people one of them's right for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you mean when you change your tone?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you dream of when you're half asleep with one eye open?&lt;br /&gt;You'll become your life soon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I won't be in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everyone halo bright in beauty&lt;br /&gt;See everyone arrayed for you to try&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone in being alone&lt;br /&gt;Six billion people - one of them's right for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you see when you stare into space?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you seek out in cyberspace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See everyone halo bright in beauty&lt;br /&gt;See everyone arrayed for you to try&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone in being alone&lt;br /&gt;Six billion humans - one of them's right for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-818956332780985964?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/818956332780985964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=818956332780985964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/818956332780985964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/818956332780985964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/halo.html' title='- Halo -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2477507445762496724</id><published>2010-01-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:17:40.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Makin' Out -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_b0I4KVpFk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_b0I4KVpFk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Simsun, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'll be the one who brings you coffee when you can't get up&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one who turns the light out when you go to sleep&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one who turns your stomach into something else and you say&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shut up, shut up, every time I say&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one who takes your coat off, one to take the blame&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one you call your lover, every now and then&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You'll be the one who keeps me sober, one to keep me sane and you say&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shut up, shut up, every time I say it&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I'd cut my fingers to the bone,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I'd split my sides in for you&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tonight, we throw ourselves away&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And we make it every time&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;When I thought I was ok&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You said I was alright&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;As the night comes crashing down&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;We catch ourselves a line&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah we're only makin' out&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;If we make it out alright&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one who stands beside you in the photograph&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one that's in your water when you want me there&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one you're falling over every time you laugh and you say&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shut up, shut up, every time I say&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one who keeps you guessing, who swears a lot&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'll be the one that let your colour in the white wash&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You'll be the one that knocks the man out I was beating up and you say&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Shut up, shut up, every time I say it&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And you cut my face, I told you so&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;I'd tear my eyes out for you&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tonight, we throw ourselves away&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And we make it every time&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;When I thought I was ok&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You said I was alright&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;As the night comes crashing down&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;We catch ourselves a line&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah we're only makin' out&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;If we make it out alright&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I'd cut my fingers to the bone,&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And I'd split my sides in for you&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Tonight, we throw ourselves away&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;And we make it every time&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;When I thought I was ok&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;You said I was alright&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;As the night comes crashing down&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;We catch ourselves a line&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Yeah we're only makin' out&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;If we make it out all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2477507445762496724?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2477507445762496724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2477507445762496724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2477507445762496724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2477507445762496724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/makin-out.html' title='- Makin&apos; Out -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5280897382054771264</id><published>2010-01-18T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:01:07.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- A thousand words -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-DUI6pJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pHMqR6y0J_Y/s1600-h/Barrage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-DUI6pJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pHMqR6y0J_Y/s320/Barrage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friday night coolness. Photo taken by nyk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-DUI6pJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pHMqR6y0J_Y/s1600-h/Barrage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-2OZYqFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Hr6AiUDzFYY/s1600-h/Wiliers" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-2OZYqFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Hr6AiUDzFYY/s320/Wiliers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Boss' Wilier on the left and Marilyn's (from Citibank) on he right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-Ow96VkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PnIjwCNTApg/s1600-h/Scenery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-Ow96VkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/PnIjwCNTApg/s320/Scenery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunrise, sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1NAXcCwomI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UaEnIvbVhHs/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1NAXcCwomI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UaEnIvbVhHs/s320/DSC00084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Never fail to put a smile on my face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M_DAWUA3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4lXd8plQwes/s1600-h/HendersonWaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M_DAWUA3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4lXd8plQwes/s320/HendersonWaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took a crazy hot walk to Henderson Waves @ Southern Ridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuRGfAaju4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuRGfAaju4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A cute video for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Signing off,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My shadow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M_DAWUA3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/4lXd8plQwes/s1600-h/HendersonWaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M_WtmxonI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MZwrs6_8L1c/s1600-h/DSC00088b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M_WtmxonI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/MZwrs6_8L1c/s320/DSC00088b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5280897382054771264?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5280897382054771264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5280897382054771264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5280897382054771264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5280897382054771264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/thousand-words.html' title='- A thousand words -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/S1M-DUI6pJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/pHMqR6y0J_Y/s72-c/Barrage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4751771694887823921</id><published>2010-01-15T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:31:46.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Psychiatric Ward -</title><content type='html'>RING...RING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Psychiatric Ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are codependent, please ask someone to press 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press. No one will answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are delusional and occasionally hallucinate, please be aware that the thing you are holding on the side of your head is alive and about to bite off your ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4751771694887823921?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4751771694887823921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4751771694887823921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4751771694887823921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4751771694887823921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/psychiatric-ward.html' title='- Psychiatric Ward -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3839510262196344077</id><published>2010-01-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:45:10.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- The Last Lecture -</title><content type='html'>Koped from Shunny. This is much better than the boring eBook Smelly loaded into my hard disk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOnWHEUXqh0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOnWHEUXqh0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3839510262196344077?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3839510262196344077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3839510262196344077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3839510262196344077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3839510262196344077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-lecture.html' title='- The Last Lecture -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7155495768279889397</id><published>2010-01-13T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:19:07.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Anna Nalick -</title><content type='html'>WHY SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAlWxZK-ps4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAlWxZK-ps4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,&lt;br /&gt;can you help me unravel my latest mistake,&lt;br /&gt;I don't love him, winter just wasn't my season&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like they have any right at all to critisize,&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites, you're all here for the very same reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't jump the track,we're like cars on a cable&lt;br /&gt;and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button girl,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in you hands&lt;br /&gt;And breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Woah breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.&lt;br /&gt;Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button boys,&lt;br /&gt;So cradle your head in your hands,&lt;br /&gt;And breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Woah breathe, just breahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout&lt;br /&gt;But you're just as far in as you'll ever be out&lt;br /&gt;These mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;br /&gt;If you only try turning around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song&lt;br /&gt;If I get it all down on paper, its no longer&lt;br /&gt;inside of me, threatening the life they belong to&lt;br /&gt;And i feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'll use them, however you want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,&lt;br /&gt;And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table&lt;br /&gt;No one can find the rewind button now&lt;br /&gt;Sing it if you understand.&lt;br /&gt;and breathe, just breathe&lt;br /&gt;woah breathe, just breathe,&lt;br /&gt;oh breathe, just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7155495768279889397?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7155495768279889397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7155495768279889397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7155495768279889397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7155495768279889397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/anna-nalick.html' title='- Anna Nalick -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-9157659814374422717</id><published>2010-01-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:36:44.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Breathtaking view -</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5am and did a 70km ride this morning starting from Harbour Front to Changi via ECP and back. I was gonna head for Japanese class at 3pm today but it was cancelled because Sensei had some other committments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I did the ride. Not only was the weather breezy, traffic was not so bad. After 20km to Carpark F2 at ECP (the meeting point) we just waited for the rest to join us. It was a big group today (about 18) which was way too many people. The start of the ride made me smile alot. I rode with the sun rising on my right hand side amidst the casurinas. I wanted to stop and take a photo but I didn't wanna be left behind. Next weekend I will snap a picture. It was exhilaratingly breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point during the right, I did get left behind (just physically). I started to think alot. That loneliness is indeed an attitude and not an affliction. Everyone of us will undeniably feel a sense of loneliness in life at some point or another but this loneliness is not valid when you have yourself to be with. I know this sounds all too weird but having done the ride today really made me think through about things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of truth when people say that you should love yourself when it is all you need and the only person who is going to be with you always and forever. Somehow, there was more strength when everyone went ahead. However, it was not because I felt left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at some point in time, I do feel like I am too slow but I didn't stop moving. There were tons and tons of cyclists. Some were fast some were slow but if you keep looking at them and not concentrating, a lot of things can happen. You can get distracted and knock into structures, you may start to feel like giving up or feel that everything is not worth it. It is true when they say it doesn't matter how fast (or slow) you go as long as you do not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to the many situations, my bike was the cheapest and I was riding with a lot of 'big shots' from not just my own bank but UBS, Deutsche and UOB. Yet, I never felt that I was alone or being alienated. In fact, the only alienation that I was ever gonna get was from my own attitude. I could be telling myself that I am too slow, I am a nobody or I am some lower class being. NO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt the need to push myself not because I didn't wanna get left behind by my own abilities. If you could see the many disabled riders, different ages and backgrounds of people coming together you will feel your own fortune. My legs were good, I am still young and I am well taken care of by the group. I was most inspired by aunties and uncles who just rode in their own stride and the less fortunate riders in their special bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie actually gave up smoking and took up cycling. She had been quite pivotal in providing encouragements during our rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-9157659814374422717?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9157659814374422717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=9157659814374422717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/9157659814374422717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/9157659814374422717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/breathtaking-view.html' title='- Breathtaking view -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6004205686271192973</id><published>2010-01-09T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:27:32.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Marriage -</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon my Cousin Sophie's fb wall and this was what she posted:&lt;br /&gt;男人成日话，结婚系自挖坟墓。我就话其实系由太监荣升为皇帝；反之女人就由公主变成奴婢，服侍日常o既起居饮食。。。我话女人先系自挖坟墓。。。你认为？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we've all heard this before and all too familiar. What amused me was one of the comments she got from her friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实男女结婚都一样，都是为了进入爱情的坟墓，因为不结婚岂不是死无葬身之地？？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6004205686271192973?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6004205686271192973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6004205686271192973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6004205686271192973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6004205686271192973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/marriage.html' title='- Marriage -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5872358372948042820</id><published>2010-01-08T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:02:02.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- IF -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And—which is more—you'll be a Man my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5872358372948042820?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5872358372948042820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5872358372948042820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5872358372948042820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5872358372948042820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/if.html' title='- IF -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7469205059235834382</id><published>2010-01-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:57:11.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Invictus -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invictus"&gt;Invictus&lt;/a&gt; is a short poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley (1849–1903).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;Finds and shall find me unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7469205059235834382?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7469205059235834382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7469205059235834382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7469205059235834382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7469205059235834382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/invictus.html' title='- Invictus -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4023655203067905002</id><published>2010-01-06T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:47:54.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQwco47UdQs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gQwco47UdQs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know just how to whisper &lt;br /&gt;And I know just how to cry &lt;br /&gt;I know just where I find the answers &lt;br /&gt;And I know just how to lie &lt;br /&gt;I know just how to fake it &lt;br /&gt;And I know just how to scheme &lt;br /&gt;I know just when to face the truth &lt;br /&gt;And then I know just when to dream &lt;br /&gt;And I know just where I touch you &lt;br /&gt;And I know just what to prove &lt;br /&gt;I know when to pull you closer &lt;br /&gt;And I know when to let you loose&lt;br /&gt;And I know the night is fading &lt;br /&gt;And I know the time's gonna fly &lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you &lt;br /&gt;But I know I've got to give it a try&lt;br /&gt;And I know the roads to riches &lt;br /&gt;And I know the ways to pain &lt;br /&gt;I know all the rules and then I know how to break'em &lt;br /&gt;And then I always know the name of the game&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how to leave you &lt;br /&gt;And I'll never let you fall &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how you do it &lt;br /&gt;Making love out of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Making love &lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;Making love &lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;Making love &lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;Making love &lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;Making love &lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing at all &lt;br /&gt;Making love &lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you, well the rays of the sun are all &lt;br /&gt;Streaming through the waves in your hair &lt;br /&gt;And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Like a spotlight &lt;br /&gt;The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost &lt;br /&gt;And it's looking for a rhythm like you &lt;br /&gt;You can take the darkness from the deep of the night &lt;br /&gt;And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright &lt;br /&gt;I gotta follow it cause everything I know &lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nothing till I give it to you&lt;br /&gt;I can make the runner stumble &lt;br /&gt;I can make the final block &lt;br /&gt;And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle &lt;br /&gt;And I can make all the stadiums rock&lt;br /&gt;I can make tonight forever &lt;br /&gt;Or I can make it disappear by the dawn &lt;br /&gt;And I can make you every promise that's ever been made &lt;br /&gt;And I can make all your demons be gone&lt;br /&gt;But I'm never gonna make it without you &lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna see me crawl ? &lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna make it like you do &lt;br /&gt;Making love out of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Making love &lt;br /&gt;Out of nothing at all...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4023655203067905002?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4023655203067905002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4023655203067905002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4023655203067905002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4023655203067905002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-just-how-to-whisper-and-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1064245600694952744</id><published>2010-01-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:15:31.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- This is my homework -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z64gTURoCrA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z64gTURoCrA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;つかもうぜ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとースリルな秘密&lt;br /&gt;さがそうぜ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとーユカイな奇跡&lt;br /&gt;この世はでっかい宝島&lt;br /&gt;そうさ今こそアドベンチャー!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;胸わくわくの愛がGISSIRI&lt;br /&gt;色とりどりの夢がDOSSARI&lt;br /&gt;この世のどこかで光ってる&lt;br /&gt;そいつを見つけにいこうぜBOY&lt;br /&gt;妖怪変化もぶっとばし&lt;br /&gt;雲のマシンで今日も翔ぶのさ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try try try 摩訶不思議&lt;br /&gt;空を駆けぬけ山を越え&lt;br /&gt;Let's fly fly fly fly 大冒険&lt;br /&gt;不思議な旅が始まるぜ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手にいれろ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとー手ごわいチャンス&lt;br /&gt;追いかけろ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとーイカした物語(ドラマ)&lt;br /&gt;この世はでっかい宝島&lt;br /&gt;そうさ今こそアドベンチャー!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;体いっぱい勇気VISSIRI&lt;br /&gt;瞳いっぱい笑顔NICCORI&lt;br /&gt;悟空はMUJAKIな挑戦者&lt;br /&gt;だけどパワーはハンパじゃないぜ&lt;br /&gt;ジャン拳パンチにかめはめ波&lt;br /&gt;どんな敵でもかないはしない&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try try try try 摩訶不思議&lt;br /&gt;虹のブリッジ くぐり抜け&lt;br /&gt;Let's fly fly fly fly 大冒険&lt;br /&gt;不思議な夢を見に行こう&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;つかもうぜ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとースリルな秘密&lt;br /&gt;さがそうぜ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとーユカイな奇跡&lt;br /&gt;この世はでっかい宝島&lt;br /&gt;そうさ今こそアドベンチャー!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;つかもうぜ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとースリルな秘密&lt;br /&gt;さがそうぜ! DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;世界でいっとーユカイな奇跡&lt;br /&gt;この世はでっかい宝島&lt;br /&gt;そうさ今こそアドベンチャー!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1064245600694952744?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1064245600694952744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1064245600694952744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1064245600694952744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1064245600694952744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-my-homework.html' title='- This is my homework -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5046962109391073463</id><published>2010-01-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:18:06.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- The Healing Power of Food -</title><content type='html'>I think it all started one day where yours truly was down and out. Chiku happened to call and wanted to ask me out for a run but I was emo-ing. In an attempt to brighten things, he asked what could cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole head was filled with 'BBQ Chicken Wings' chimes. Preferably Chompang chicken wings, yum yum. It got to having Ikea's Swedish meatballs, fried chicken wings and salad. To be honest, it was my first time eating even though I had been to Ikea countless times and always wanting to try the aromatic food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then onwards, whatever I wished seemed to come true. I guess it is now time to count my blessings. Last week, I was craving for chicken wings again and I wanted to call CB to go to the coffeeshop behind my house for supper. I reached home and my mom was toasting bbq chicken wings!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were talking about petai with Lydee &amp; Iman over dessert on Smelly's birthday, I had it the next day with Nasi Lemak. Speaking of which, I told them I had a dream on A&amp;W Rootbeer which I have yet to crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanted to have Bah Kut Teh but it was closed. I had to settle for BBQ Stingray rice with egg. When I got home (and to my pleasant surprise) my mom cooked claypot chicken rice, spinach (I had been thinking about this too since I had steamed egg the other day for dinner) and guess what? BAH KUT TEH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I don't have to walk so damn bloody far to satisfy my craving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If really 化悲愤为食量, 老娘 would be the happiest person on earth !!! HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5046962109391073463?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5046962109391073463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5046962109391073463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5046962109391073463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5046962109391073463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/healing-power-of-food.html' title='- The Healing Power of Food -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3392935563065826090</id><published>2010-01-02T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:00:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- How True It Is -</title><content type='html'>I did not write this, it was a forwarded email but quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HOW TRUE IT IS&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed&lt;br /&gt;And we're all a little older.&lt;br /&gt;Last summer felt hotter,&lt;br /&gt;And winter seems much colder.&lt;br /&gt;I rack my brain for happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;To put down on my pad.&lt;br /&gt;But lots of things that come to mind &lt;br /&gt;Just make me kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time not long ago &lt;br /&gt;When life was quite a blast. &lt;br /&gt;Now I fully understand &lt;br /&gt;About "Living in the Past".&lt;br /&gt;We used to go to friends' homes, &lt;br /&gt;Football games and lunches..&lt;br /&gt;Now we go to therapy, to hospitals, &lt;br /&gt;And after-funeral brunches.&lt;br /&gt;We used to have hangovers, &lt;br /&gt;From parties that were gay. &lt;br /&gt;Now we suffer body aches &lt;br /&gt;And sleep the night away.&lt;br /&gt;We used to go out dining, &lt;br /&gt;And couldn't get our fill. &lt;br /&gt;Now we ask for doggie bags, &lt;br /&gt;Come home and take a pill.&lt;br /&gt;We used to often travel &lt;br /&gt;To places near and far. &lt;br /&gt;Now we get backaches &lt;br /&gt;From riding in the car.&lt;br /&gt;We used to go out shopping &lt;br /&gt;For new clothing at the Mall.&lt;br /&gt;But, now we never bother... &lt;br /&gt;All the sizes are too small.&lt;br /&gt;That, my friend is how life is. &lt;br /&gt;And now my tale is told.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy each day and live it up..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3392935563065826090?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3392935563065826090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3392935563065826090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3392935563065826090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3392935563065826090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-true-it-is.html' title='- How True It Is -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-638201162819811737</id><published>2009-12-31T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:57:29.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Compromise -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rye2B370Zv4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rye2B370Zv4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你总爱编织谎言&lt;br /&gt;我负责配合表演&lt;br /&gt;所有改变只为了进入你的世界&lt;br /&gt;这情节重复了一百遍&lt;br /&gt;才发现是你的心太野&lt;br /&gt;你划定楚河汉界我不能轻易犯规&lt;br /&gt;所有时间都是先给了你优先权&lt;br /&gt;不自觉爱到不敢冒险&lt;br /&gt;成了你的傀儡一年两年&lt;br /&gt;才看见我有多狼狈&lt;br /&gt;爱到妥协到头来还是无解&lt;br /&gt;绑着你不让你飞&lt;br /&gt;历史不断重演我好累&lt;br /&gt;爱到妥协也无法将故事再重写&lt;br /&gt;你已下最后通牒&lt;br /&gt;我躲在我的世界&lt;br /&gt;你只是害怕一个人睡&lt;br /&gt;我不想再为你掉泪&lt;br /&gt;我了解不会变不再徘徊&lt;br /&gt;开始自己的明天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you love it too when lyrics tell your story?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-638201162819811737?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/638201162819811737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=638201162819811737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/638201162819811737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/638201162819811737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/compromise.html' title='- Compromise -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8124672098398471600</id><published>2009-12-30T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:14:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Unintended Hiatus -</title><content type='html'>I have not been writing for various reasons but I think those are invalid ever since they were evaluated. Got my results, which is more or less what I expected and thankfully still on track for honors offer. I got to buck up and get As. Paid my school fees on the first day the course offer letter is out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Missed the Xmas party on Xmas Eve with Jayemos because I got blur and thought it was on Xmas day itself. Went shopping and watched Bodyguards &amp; Assassins with my colleague. At one point, we were both in the changing room trying clothes and psycho-ing the other to buy. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think I ‘炸糊-ed’ for MJ on Xmas day because I only had 2 Tai when the rule is no 4 Tai cannot 糊. It was a good time because it was time for dinner. Lost $10 at Blackjack and played Wii. Woke up real late around 1pm on Saturday and just stayed home because I had a ride the next day. For my first 10km starting from West Coast at 7.30am, I was riding with my tires clamped by brakes. It was making some sound and I didn’t speak a word when my boss asked ‘How’s it going so far?’ I must have had this huge ‘I GIVE UP’ look on my face man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, I was starting to curse myself for buying a bike which isn’t any better than my mom’s market bike. I then realized that the ride with CB that night was a mean feat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We stopped by a bus stop and checked my bike. I didn’t assemble it properly after I took the front wheels off for boarding the cab. Thank god, the rest of the 35km was a breeze except for the fact that I had neither bike lights nor a helmet on. Also, the route smelled horrid. There was Soxal gas, Exxonmobil and these paths which reeked of ammonia and cocoa the whole time. As my boss aptly call it ‘The Fragrance Route’.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the afternoon, I went for the first lesson of a 10 week Japanese class. The origin of this was from a website and it sounded really dodgy. There were also limited signups so I didn’t call CB along. It ended up quite well (very much worthy for the meager sum I had to pay). There 7 of us (including Tsubasa-Sensei) and all pretty decent. I heard they have French class version too. They also have sports and other social groups as well. So Smelly and CB, if you are interested to find out more, let me know. Speaking of which, I haven’t finish my homework :p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got my bike lights and helmet yesterday from our national cyclist, Daniel Loy. Nice young chap owns a bike shop and quite an achiever in my opinion (considering he is just a year older than me). Celebrated Smelly’s birthday with Lydia and Iman.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They have a 57km half island loop this Saturday and a 42km flat ECP-Changi Course but I think I’m gonna have to give it a miss. My bike’s parked at a condo at Harbour Front (my team lead's place) and she is going back to KL this weekend.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some memorable quotes from past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Evelyn (my team lead): Stick to my ass, I break wind for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lydia: This shrug is so nice right? I’m sort of barred from buying clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It’s ok, when I learn how to sew I make for you.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Can you knit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, I can try.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Let me know how much wool you need ok? I harvest from my sheep in Farmville.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got no date, no nothing to do over the long weekend. I cannot go cycling so perhaps go jogging. Hope something happens, maybe some kind souls will adopt me. Otherwise I’ll just stay home, clean, watch my Big Bang Theory and plan for my year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8124672098398471600?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8124672098398471600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8124672098398471600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8124672098398471600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8124672098398471600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/unintended-hiatus.html' title='- Unintended Hiatus -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4550926519476569546</id><published>2009-12-25T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:07:00.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW WHAT I WANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOIBaaaV10Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOIBaaaV10Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble will find you no matter where you go, oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;No matter if you're fast no matter if you're slow, oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The eye of the storm and the cry in the morn, oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Your fine for a while but then start to loose control.&lt;br /&gt;He's there in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;he's there in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;he waits in the winds&lt;br /&gt;he's gotta play a part.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is a friend,&lt;br /&gt;yeah trouble is a friend of mine. oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is a friend but trouble is a foe, oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what I feed him he always seems to grow, oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He sees what I see and he knows what I know, oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget as you ease on down the road.&lt;br /&gt;He's there in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;he's there in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;he waits in the winds&lt;br /&gt;he's gotta play a part.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is a friend,&lt;br /&gt;yeah trouble is a friend of mine. oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be alarmed if he takes you by the arm.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let him win, but im a sucker for his charm.&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is a friend,&lt;br /&gt;yeah trouble is a friend of mine. Oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh how I hate the way he makes me feel.&lt;br /&gt;And how I try to make him leave; I try.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh I try!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He's there in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;he's there in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;he waits in the winds&lt;br /&gt;he's gotta play a part.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is a friend,&lt;br /&gt;yeah trouble is a friend of mine. oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;So don't be alarmed if he takes you by the arm.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let him win, but im a sucker for his charm.&lt;br /&gt;Trouble is a friend,&lt;br /&gt;yeah trouble is a friend of mine. Oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4550926519476569546?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4550926519476569546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4550926519476569546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4550926519476569546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4550926519476569546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-what-i-want.html' title='I KNOW WHAT I WANT'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5218309366026152014</id><published>2009-12-20T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:57:41.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- The Guardian -</title><content type='html'>I caught this on TV last evening. Quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U9OPvOEtsY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U9OPvOEtsY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live?&lt;br /&gt;Can you take what you need, but take less than you give?&lt;br /&gt;Could you close every day, without the glory and fame?&lt;br /&gt;Could you hold your head high, when no-one knows your name?&lt;br /&gt;That's how legends are made, at least that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye, but never let go.&lt;br /&gt;We live, we die, 'coz you can't save every soul.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you lose everything, you ever had planned? &lt;br /&gt;Can you sit down again, and play another hand? &lt;br /&gt;Could you risk everything, for the chance of being alone?&lt;br /&gt;Under pressure find the grace, or would you come undone?&lt;br /&gt;That's how legends are made, at least that's what they say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye, but never let go.&lt;br /&gt;We live, we die, 'coz you can't save every soul.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye, but never let go.&lt;br /&gt;We live, we die, 'but you can't save every soul.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take every chance to, show that you're the kinda man who;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never look back, never look down,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5218309366026152014?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5218309366026152014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5218309366026152014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5218309366026152014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5218309366026152014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/guardian.html' title='- The Guardian -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2865170975519249357</id><published>2009-12-18T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:03:17.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Pandora -</title><content type='html'>Reminds me of the intelligent site that will search relevant music according to your tastes. Sadly, not offered outside of the US unless I mask myself with their recognised I.P and stuff. Let me dream of the land of Pandora, so charmingly beautiful especially during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However much I try to instill the fact that my choice for doing Horticulture was due to the loathe for human interaction, I have to admit that the wondrous works of nature never fail to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sets this calmness and puts this awe in you. The balance and how energy is being transferred. It can never be destroyed or created. Think the movie Avatar makes a good wake up call for conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight. Let me dream of being at peace and being soothed by the arms of mother nature. I would be smiling in my sleep like how I did when the movie painted the ethereal moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2865170975519249357?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2865170975519249357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2865170975519249357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2865170975519249357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2865170975519249357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/pandora.html' title='- Pandora -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8964756645780889739</id><published>2009-12-14T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:39:13.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Lovely -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmivsbkIivo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmivsbkIivo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen&lt;br /&gt;And she left before I had the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;The words that would mend the things that were broken&lt;br /&gt;But now it's far too late she's gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of her breath, I'll never get over&lt;br /&gt;And the noises that she made kept me awake&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the things that remain unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Built up so much, it crushed us every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why does every moment have to be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I've felt I've never really showed&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;I should not ever let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not over tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;br /&gt;I may not make it through the night&lt;br /&gt;I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't go home without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8964756645780889739?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8964756645780889739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8964756645780889739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8964756645780889739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8964756645780889739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/lovely.html' title='- Lovely -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2219298802137068291</id><published>2009-12-12T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:05:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- I wanna break free -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hMrY8jysdg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hMrY8jysdg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free from your lies&lt;br /&gt;Youre so self satisfied I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to break free&lt;br /&gt;God knows God knows I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;Ive fallen in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And this time I know it's for real&lt;br /&gt;Ive fallen in love yeah&lt;br /&gt;God knows God knows Ive fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange but it's true&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over the way you love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;But I have to be sure&lt;br /&gt;When I walk out that door&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I want to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;I can't get used to living without living without&lt;br /&gt;Living without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live alone hey&lt;br /&gt;God knows got to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;So baby can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to break free&lt;br /&gt;I want to break free yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want I want I want I want to break free....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from night cycling with loony boonie. Watching dance practice tomorrow, xmas shopping and then Wala's. Painting class on Sunday, perhaps frog leg porridge or kidney mee sua after that. Yippees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2219298802137068291?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2219298802137068291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2219298802137068291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2219298802137068291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2219298802137068291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-break-free.html' title='- I wanna break free -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2584676172543176443</id><published>2009-12-10T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:43:31.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Incoherence -</title><content type='html'>Thanks shups for bringing me to the xmas party. The food was not bad but I wasn't that hungry. I went to eat Yong Tau Foo for lunch and shocked the auntie when I say I want to '加面‘. I ate faster than the other two aunties sharing the table who were eating a normal share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, half a glass of champagne and I felt sleepy. Is this what they call drunk? I think it's a good cure for insomnia man, though I hardly get it. I can always sleep easily. Otherwise, I fall asleep after crying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I didn't finish my champagne and was still able to take myself home. Took photos for random strangers because I'm always at the heart of the city where all the tourists will be. I think berry essence is really not bad. Gonna buy multi-vitamins tomorrow. Should I buy my peep toe satin heels as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was telling Mr Loh that my friend said I could go for rhino-plasty one night at my birthday chalet. Normally, people will get insulted but I'd admit I'v got a bulbous nose. It's said to bring good luck to my husband (that is if I ever get hitched). Anyway, if bringing bad luck to myself (by being a jerk magnet) means good luck for them, yea. I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not (do plastic surgery) because it reminds myself of my parents when I look in the mirror. Also how my mom defended for me once I was hounded by some stranger at the pharmacy on why my nose is so big. It didn't bother me but my mom felt angry. Yea, what's wrong with me? There are alot of things I don't find problems with and in some ways I am way too easy going. Perhaps, that's also why I find myself being overly frank for some people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shups made a good point about me overreacting sometimes. I'd say that I express myself too strongly sometimes. My dad likes to think I'm just being passionate. Whatever. I guess it's time to feign nonchalance and indifferent to things. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Hossan Leong sorta did the star wars thingy earlier, which Sebastian Tan did last evening. It's like watching repeat telecast for 2 consecutive nights. Eeeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we all play games with each other's minds? Why can't we all just be simple? I guess we can't because I tried and it seems men prefer it complex. They really like kite flying? Layang layang simi sai. So hard to please sia. I just wanna be myself but if you take advantage of me I will keel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Smelly chickened out. I brought my weapon but he cancelled Wala. I HATE YOU SMELLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2584676172543176443?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2584676172543176443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2584676172543176443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2584676172543176443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2584676172543176443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/incoherence.html' title='- Incoherence -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3764635960848959656</id><published>2009-12-10T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:09:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Emotional Aging -</title><content type='html'>Broadway Beng was not bad. Didn't know Roystan Tan directed it. Loved the 10-minutes summarized singlish version of Les Miserables, hilarious. It does give me a sense of how complicated the story is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the show, I have to admit that I teared. It wasn't really that much of a sadness but I don't know what emotion it was. I guess I can call it emotional aging. When you been through abusive relationships (from verbal, emotional to physical) and infidelity of the other half, you really wonder what you did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no better time to tell you that I am able to relate to songs you hear on radio. When I heard Sebastian Tan sing the song, I teared. All I want is to love someone who won't hurt me. I don't need alot, just this little bit. Just that someone I can love till I grow old, peacefully sharing my life with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eJP4kwQJVs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eJP4kwQJVs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一日咱若老 找无人甲咱友孝 我会陪你&lt;br /&gt;坐惦椅寮 听你讲少年的时阵 你有外摮&lt;br /&gt;吃好吃丑无计较 怨天怨地嘛袂晓 你的手&lt;br /&gt;我会甲你牵条条 因为我是你的家后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阮将青春嫁置恁兜 阮对少年跟你跟甲老&lt;br /&gt;人情世事已经看透透 有啥人比你卡重要&lt;br /&gt;阮的一生献乎恁兜 才知幸福是吵吵闹闹&lt;br /&gt;等待返去的时阵若到 我会让你先走&lt;br /&gt;因为我会呒甘 放你为我目屎流&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一日咱若老 有媳妇子儿友孝 你若无聊&lt;br /&gt;拿咱的相片 看卡早结婚的时阵 你外缘投&lt;br /&gt;穿好穿丑无计较 怪东怪西嘛袂晓&lt;br /&gt;你的心我会永远记条条 因为我是你的家后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阮将青春嫁置恁兜 阮对少年就跟你跟甲老&lt;br /&gt;人情世事嘛已经看透透 有啥人比你卡重要&lt;br /&gt;阮的一生献乎恁兜 才知幸福是吵吵闹闹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;等待返去的时阵若到 你着让我先走&lt;br /&gt;因为我会呒甘 看你为我目屎流&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Sera Sera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3764635960848959656?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3764635960848959656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3764635960848959656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3764635960848959656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3764635960848959656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/emotional-aging.html' title='- Emotional Aging -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-9044449494449417619</id><published>2009-12-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:57:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- My Obstination -</title><content type='html'>I scavenged my wardobe yesterday morning just to find a black skirt. My mom said to just wear something else and don't waste time. I just heard 'Reality Check' and I want Stigmato Inc's album.   I'm very persistent. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Broadway Beng tomorrow evening, going to Christmas Party on Thursday night but not sure if I wanna Wala after that or cancel my leave on Friday. Feel more like training with Sparky (my new BFF) around my area instead of bringing it to ECP. Did a 30.6km last training to Changi and back on a bloody rented mountain. My brake pad's not even fixed yet, so if I ride ECP, it will be alot more pleasant than the slopes I have to cope with. Well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 3 more Christmas parties to go to and a movie date. Might go jalan with Lydee one of these days too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So need to rest myself. Enjoy the song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_QTnyaxVs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_QTnyaxVs8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-9044449494449417619?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9044449494449417619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=9044449494449417619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/9044449494449417619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/9044449494449417619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-obstination.html' title='- My Obstination -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5191849253196212416</id><published>2009-12-03T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:06:41.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- My Fleeting Flee -</title><content type='html'>I made a run today and I feel bad dumping my boss. I was suppose to help him with his stuff and presentation's tomorrow but Lydee's got tickets to New Moon. It's always fun to hang out with her because she's so simple and cheerful. The last time we met was for Body World's exhibition, which was another great day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to watch the movie in the cinema and not online because you get like, collated responses from the scenes that trigger the "Oohs" and the 'Ahhs" when Mr Black comes on, but also the giggles and Lydee's, "COVER YOUR EYES!" were really ticklish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, Lydee got angry. Like mad jealous. She exclaimed, "BITCH! Got so powerful meh?" I was quite astonished by her response but soo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a recap into my week, I'm almost exhausted (not really). Got sick with migraine on a Monday morning and vomitted. Reacquainted myself with Mr Ng on Tuesday, had a feast at MOF that night. Thanks to the girlies, I got a nice necklace from SK (though I really would have like to settle for a set of simple things like a backpack, waterbottle, sunblock...), they thought I'm going on some hiking or camping trip. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening, I got my hybrid treknology bike. Test ride along Hollang Grove's steep slope right outside Henry Park Primary School and made screeching sounds with the brakes at around 9pm. Brake pad's gone bad but we'll fix that before my 40km race next March. Say 'Hello' to my new BFF &lt;a href="http://treknology3.com/cms/images/treknology/citybikes/trek2010/72fx-a-2010.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to my weekend, postponed Beethoven date till another time because yours truly's training starts this Saturday and Symphony 4 and 7 doesn't sound as exciting as no. 6 and 9. Routes been planned for a 32km ride at ECP via &lt;a href="http://www.mapmyride.com/"&gt;Mapmyride&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty useful, I must say. Made a declaration and announcement to my folks across the street so we can ride the park connectors but alas, suayness. One of their bike just got stolen and it was Jayemos' second day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of his 1st day of school, he cried for a good 45mins then stopped, entered the school and the cries re-ensembled by another toddler's tasting bite. He progressed with a 10 min cry on the following day. Well done, Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm bidding my goodbyes for this week as I'm crashing in with Sam on Friday. She's taking me for crab and fried mee sua near her place then we'll head for our ride next morning with 2 other girls. She's also proposed a dance performance in the evening on the same Saturday. Gotta be up early for Sunday morning as well for the another free movie with Boonie. If there are no other plans, I'll make him my personal butler for shopping (Just kidding la, bro!). Otherwise, MJ with some of the little boys in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That more or less sums it up. Last section saved for Smelly, to thank him for the informative reading recommendation on Mind Your Body. I like the tagline of the supplement - Your Life. Live Well. It's almost like a doctor's stern waring on your total well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd share a little about myself. I have a history of talking in my sleep (my mom still does, too) and it has eaten into my adult life as opposed to what was suggested in the article (that sleep-walk/talk usually happens in adolescence). Am I still growing? I know I'm going through transition, but these? Oks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was saying, I get spasms, twitches, uncontrolled flexes that made me kicked my HUGEASS PINK CAREBEAR the other night. Also, My heart races and I am more often, just too wary of my body and mind that I sorta reluctantly sink into REM. When I'm going into NREM or back to REM, somehow, I am AWARE. Sometimes, I'm even thinking I just might have some kinda OBE during my sleep. Seriously, gotta.just.relax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it's all because I really had an NDE like what was described in paranormal activity, where you see seeming Melvin and Newton (nicknames given by Mr Loh) standing and hovering over you at the foot of your bed when you finally gasp for breathe. My recurring nightmares are memorable too. That's another story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF BLISS. Goodnight, Y'all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5191849253196212416?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5191849253196212416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5191849253196212416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5191849253196212416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5191849253196212416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-fleeting-flee.html' title='- My Fleeting Flee -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8901451632884124738</id><published>2009-11-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:48:12.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Reflections -</title><content type='html'>It took me a lot of courage and thinking to get this down. I guess it's the reflective music that I've got on. There will always be people who will hunt me down even if I change my blogsite. Yes, that's right. That was one of the things I had on my list. To shift my virtual presence elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been down. I have been alone. Really alone. It was this loneliness that I saw my friends. Yes, in plural form. My real brothers and sisters who cared. I'm still emotional sometimes but I guess I have to move on. It's hard but I'll manage like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually made simpler when the other side simply ignores you in entirety as if I was sinner. I've not done everything right or the right things all the time but keeping things in perspective,  let's all just hope for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to say Lydia's hugs, Shups assurances and Jojo's affectionate touches were rather healing. Not to mention, Pris', Ai's, Mellie's, and Mr Loh's encouragements helped too. I guess boonie already said his piece a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pups bought nice beehoon for supper today and my mom's been sweet. What more could I ask for? I had been falling sick all too often from this heartbreak. It could only get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys and I love you. I really do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8901451632884124738?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8901451632884124738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8901451632884124738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8901451632884124738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8901451632884124738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/reflections.html' title='- Reflections -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-985218173270238985</id><published>2009-11-30T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:34:34.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Personality Test -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"  bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table  border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"  border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stabilty.html" target="_blank" &gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank" &gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank" &gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank" &gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank" &gt;Conflictseeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pancomplex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physicalfitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html"target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/indie.html" target="_blank"&gt;Indie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;||&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; 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I believe laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day. And I believe in miracles." - Audrey Hepburn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aChUwN5LBao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aChUwN5LBao&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her all my love&lt;br /&gt;That's all I do&lt;br /&gt;And if you saw my love&lt;br /&gt;You'd love her too&lt;br /&gt;I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me ev'rything&lt;br /&gt;And tenderly&lt;br /&gt;The kiss my lover brings&lt;br /&gt;She brings to me&lt;br /&gt;And I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love like ours&lt;br /&gt;Could never die&lt;br /&gt;As long as I&lt;br /&gt;Have you near me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright are the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;Dark is the sky&lt;br /&gt;I know this love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;And I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright are the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;Dark is the sky&lt;br /&gt;I know this love of mine&lt;br /&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;And I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6642746227464065738?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6642746227464065738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6642746227464065738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6642746227464065738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6642746227464065738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-love-her.html' title='- And I Love Her -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2069817725631871757</id><published>2009-11-22T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:44:08.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Hennessy -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5E5JVYb0BeA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5E5JVYb0BeA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always loved this advertisement. SUPER LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other one also not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpL80CrhiYs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpL80CrhiYs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2069817725631871757?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2069817725631871757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2069817725631871757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2069817725631871757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2069817725631871757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/hennessy.html' title='- Hennessy -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4523457067082625300</id><published>2009-11-22T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:24:48.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Picking Up -</title><content type='html'>Spent half a Saturday being a semi-tourist by taking a 30mins Singapore River Cruise Ride, went to Marina Barrage for picnic and watch people fly kites. Lastly, took the Singapore Flyer for the first time and really got fear of heights. Of course, all these were FREE!!! Otherwise I wont go and do it one lor. Free because my friend had the ASA card. I think it's really nice to have such company benefits. Maybe should ask loony boonie if he has one also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I saw that boy at the Dragon Boat race yesterday. So lucky lor, want to go seat river cruise then got Dragon Boat race. Still, I want to ask why the Nparks Dragon Boat team hor all like very skinny! The teams I saw on the river hor, quite buffed up one leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today going to see the BodyWorld's exhibition at Science Centre then go watch movie. Not bad, quite relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone. I want to see Jayemos again and again and again until he loves me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4523457067082625300?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4523457067082625300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4523457067082625300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4523457067082625300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4523457067082625300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/picking-up.html' title='- Picking Up -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2967888101700234482</id><published>2009-11-18T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:40:57.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Yasmin Ahmad-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_f_3FiiTYk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_f_3FiiTYk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2967888101700234482?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2967888101700234482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2967888101700234482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2967888101700234482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2967888101700234482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/yasmin-ahmad.html' title='-Yasmin Ahmad-'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2177992284314496310</id><published>2009-11-12T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:27:15.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- No Distance Left To Run -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/safgyu5450I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/safgyu5450I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to tell me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're someone who makes you feel safe in your sleeping tonight&lt;br /&gt;I won't kill myself&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stay in your life&lt;br /&gt;I got no distance left to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you see me&lt;br /&gt;Please turn your back and walk away&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cos I know the dreams that you keep is wearing me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you coming down&lt;br /&gt;Think of me here&lt;br /&gt;I got no distance left to run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would end this way&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're with someone who makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;That this life is the night&lt;br /&gt;And it settles down, stays around&lt;br /&gt;Spends more time with you&lt;br /&gt;I got no distance left to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;Soooo ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2177992284314496310?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2177992284314496310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2177992284314496310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2177992284314496310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2177992284314496310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-distance-left-to-run.html' title='- No Distance Left To Run -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5195020525528479970</id><published>2009-11-01T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:14:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Jai Guru Deva -</title><content type='html'>Saw mellie's post on facebook and thought that once again this song is back into my life. It's making me miss Pleasantville all over again. Fiona Apple had a version of it. Originally from Beatles. Been listening to Beatles lately too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0B357TlnAg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0B357TlnAg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that Dakota Faning in red with a balloon? She kinda reminds me of the little girl in red in Schindler's List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I've been good. Thanks for all the well wishes, have a great blasting weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5195020525528479970?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5195020525528479970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5195020525528479970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5195020525528479970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5195020525528479970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/11/jai-guru-deva.html' title='- Jai Guru Deva -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6143415877374174173</id><published>2009-10-29T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:19:08.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Been Away for A Long Time -</title><content type='html'>Been really busy with catching up with ex colleagues, old classmates and holidaying. Thanks to some sponsorship from the boyfriend. My trip was great, thanks to pris and especially janice + uncle leow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been on the move at work due to an acquisition. Some upbeat music for all of you. I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzoiTk6oSKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzoiTk6oSKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xycnv87N_BU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xycnv87N_BU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekends ahead everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6143415877374174173?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6143415877374174173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6143415877374174173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6143415877374174173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6143415877374174173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/been-away-for-long-time.html' title='- Been Away for A Long Time -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-9122924440372542774</id><published>2009-10-17T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:31:56.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- In My LIfe -</title><content type='html'>Nostalgic feeling to this song. Blogpost laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgFVQbsAOOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgFVQbsAOOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-9122924440372542774?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9122924440372542774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=9122924440372542774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/9122924440372542774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/9122924440372542774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-life.html' title='- In My LIfe -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3088594054309397036</id><published>2009-10-10T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:48:34.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Let's Just Fall In Love -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IMd-6xLXL8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7IMd-6xLXL8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of stuff to do. GOT.TO.START.MOVIN'IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3088594054309397036?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3088594054309397036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3088594054309397036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3088594054309397036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3088594054309397036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-just-fall-in-love.html' title='- Let&apos;s Just Fall In Love -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-4911174782070536217</id><published>2009-10-06T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:17:07.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Delayed -</title><content type='html'>I'm very delayed by netvibes, facebook, twitter and what nots. Got my netbook and I have 1001 things to do. Room is in a mess and I'm constantly away from home. I need more time and I'm really very tired and worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so many things to do and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see how it goes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-4911174782070536217?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4911174782070536217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=4911174782070536217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4911174782070536217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/4911174782070536217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/delayed.html' title='- Delayed -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6174324654813665766</id><published>2009-10-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:59:47.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Exploratory Phase -</title><content type='html'>In conjunction with my 'white rabbit philosophy' where time is constantly running out for being a millionaire and acquisition of knowledge, here's loony boonie's take:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Notes from The five ages of the brain: New Scientist - April 4,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, September 6, 2009, 12:46 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp. from age 22 to 27:&lt;br /&gt;Making the most of this time is a matter of throwing all that teen energy into learning and new experiences - hitting the books, learning to express yourself through music or art, or exploring life by travelling the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peak of your brain's powers comes at age 22 and lasts for just half a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying mentally and physically active, eating a decent diet and avoiding cigarettes, booze and mind-altering drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular does of dopamine by eating certain foods, such as yoghurt, almonds and chocolate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning more functions of web 2.0 through twitter, rss feeds and stuff. Spent some time tweaking my facebook features and privacy settings. &lt;a href="http://netvibes.com"&gt;Netvibes&lt;/a&gt; is a really good site, do check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a super fun mid-autumn even though we couldnt get candles and stuff at first. Jolynn actually suggested going to Bengawan Solo to pretend that our grandpapa is celebrating 100 years old birthday so we could get 100 candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this one triangular lantern which was sea green. I kept holding on to it and Zing told me to bring home and hang it outside my house, like the olden times' brothel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! It's not red and I'm not a prostitute. Anyway, next year I will bring the lantern and make more sparklers rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week wil be an ultra busy week. I'm left with tomorrow to work on my project. Attending a seminar on Wednesday evening, facial on Thursday evening and Friday I have to submit my work to the rest of the group. Saturday is for cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6174324654813665766?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6174324654813665766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6174324654813665766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6174324654813665766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6174324654813665766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/10/exploratory-phase.html' title='- Exploratory Phase -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-2822855265173787831</id><published>2009-09-30T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:25:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Dead &amp; Gone -</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25z51SgNjbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25z51SgNjbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught this video on tv and honestly, I have not heard the original one that was by Justin Timberlake. I searched on youtube and I still think this version is rather nice. I haven't been feeling well and I hate it! I really don't like being sick. The stomach still not stable. Is it because I keep eating? Maybe I eat too much or too quickly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My bf has been very nice lately. He checks out rubbish and random things lying around if they make the room untidy. He even commented that it looks untidy when I left the drawer in the wardrobe open! He didn't grumble when he lost his MJ or his football. He didn't flare when there were careless drivers around. He says he will bring me to his doctor for vaccination before I travel. He says he wants to sponsor my trip (I think because he is guilty of not being able to spend much time with me). That's why the poor cousins of his gotta entertain me :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time I really got a NEW bf. I hope so :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-2822855265173787831?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2822855265173787831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=2822855265173787831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2822855265173787831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/2822855265173787831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-gone.html' title='- Dead &amp; Gone -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6794243789838325087</id><published>2009-09-29T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:34:35.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Leather Charm Bracelets -</title><content type='html'>I'm selling these at $13.90. Let me know if you are interested :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SsDkjq8gEZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7PQk32qG1gg/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SsDkjq8gEZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7PQk32qG1gg/s320/DSC00033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6794243789838325087?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6794243789838325087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6794243789838325087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6794243789838325087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6794243789838325087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/leather-charm-bracelets.html' title='- Leather Charm Bracelets -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SsDkjq8gEZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7PQk32qG1gg/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5154679030173866985</id><published>2009-09-26T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:14:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Singapore Lights Timelapse -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO-0pEeUWdY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO-0pEeUWdY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5154679030173866985?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5154679030173866985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5154679030173866985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5154679030173866985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5154679030173866985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/singapore-lights-timelapse.html' title='- Singapore Lights Timelapse -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8280818210205072117</id><published>2009-09-25T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:54:21.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- What I've Been Listening To -</title><content type='html'>Pixie Lott's acoustic version of Use Somebody (originally by Kings of Leon) and Mama Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipbWrEqmp10&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipbWrEqmp10&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer's Heart of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP182ekTcCY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP182ekTcCY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last evening's F1 Rocks Concert was enjoyable for several reasons:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;1) They were free.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;2) Met familiar faces.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;3) Me and Shunny were one of the buggers who hogged the stairways as seats so we didn't have to stand like scarecrows.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;4) Singing were mostly great. Da Mouth's dancing was better than the singing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;5) The event sorta freshened me up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photos are with Shunny. May post them up when I get them :) Friday night is to nua until 9.7million Night Race draw opens at 9.30pm later. Just saw some interesting stuff which might move this blog elsewhere. Then again, needa concentrate on my school work first.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;WOOHOO~ ITS FRIDAY!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8280818210205072117?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8280818210205072117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8280818210205072117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8280818210205072117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8280818210205072117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-ive-been-listening-to.html' title='- What I&apos;ve Been Listening To -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5804294373889477549</id><published>2009-09-23T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:48:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Battle of the Mooncakes -</title><content type='html'>Today we won the battle. Actually, there was no war. There were queues but all went well. I bought the usual Raffles Hotel's Champagne Truffles &amp;amp; Ganache in snow-skin, Dark Chocolate Crunchy Pearls in snow-skin, Goodwood Park Hotel's Durian Paste in snow-skin and Cempedak in snow-skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Srov7uJqnDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wi2XlU7Wh-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Srov7uJqnDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wi2XlU7Wh-Q/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrowpoDlseI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kiNXrO-qqPI/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrowpoDlseI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kiNXrO-qqPI/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SroxO9DbnUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BR2B_5ommCo/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SroxO9DbnUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BR2B_5ommCo/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our boss bought us each a double-yolk lotus paste traditional mooncake from Shangri-La Hotel... I think someone will like the red from the packaging very much ... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SroySl8MndI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hMeR1gyh6Bc/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SroySl8MndI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hMeR1gyh6Bc/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sroythm11ZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/suH0w_sJPk8/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sroythm11ZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/suH0w_sJPk8/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I made a leather charm bracelet. Think it can be improved. The design is roughly that. I find the strap difficult to wear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrozRQz88gI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TT8mwJ4Pxz4/s1600-h/IMG_2267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrozRQz88gI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TT8mwJ4Pxz4/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Very tired already. Don't know what's draining my energy man. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5804294373889477549?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5804294373889477549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5804294373889477549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5804294373889477549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5804294373889477549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-of-mooncakes.html' title='- Battle of the Mooncakes -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Srov7uJqnDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wi2XlU7Wh-Q/s72-c/IMG_2257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7857306739977819786</id><published>2009-09-22T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:39:15.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Musings -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bf passed me some cash to pay his bills via internet banking. Hence, we went to deposit at the ATM at parkway. First blunder was I left my little pouch in the car. We then headed to get bubble tea because yours truly was super thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the ATM machine, bf was looking at brochures, then when everything was done, I stood there and waited for the ATM card to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF: What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;ME: My card lor.&lt;br /&gt;BF: You took it already!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Noooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;BF: You took the money, the card, the receipt and kept it in your pouch already!&lt;br /&gt;ME: *Still stubbornly insistent* Noooooo...(while fumbling through the pouch)&lt;br /&gt;BF: *Glares at my belongings in the pouch* YES.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later in the day I wanted to buy him the new boatshoes from Crocs but he doesn't like it. Don't know if he's lying man. We were queuing to buy fruits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: XiaoJie, Ni Yao Shen Me?&lt;br /&gt;*AWKWARD SILENCE FOR 3 SECONDS*&lt;br /&gt;BF: *feigning a ladies' voice* WO YAO....&lt;br /&gt;ME: *BURST OUT IN LAUGHTERS*&lt;br /&gt;Auntie: Hen Xiang, Hen Xiang Yi Ge Xiao Jie De Sheng Yin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought the little cousins for groceries shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sri_rWig3GI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gjik7p8d07g/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sri_rWig3GI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gjik7p8d07g/s320/DSC00007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made nice dangling earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sri_6DZ3bSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ODHsfe8_DsQ/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sri_6DZ3bSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ODHsfe8_DsQ/s320/DSC00010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got a really nice mooncake box to keep my accessories. Fullerton hotel's. Not bad hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrjASPmFPwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PFFVd77vdL8/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrjASPmFPwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PFFVd77vdL8/s320/DSC00011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrjAvcsJsxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-zpPhHEfOWU/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrjAvcsJsxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-zpPhHEfOWU/s320/DSC00012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to be well rested because I am going to the F1 Rocks Concert, for free!!!!&amp;nbsp;Ok. Gotta go. Have a good week y'all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7857306739977819786?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7857306739977819786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7857306739977819786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7857306739977819786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7857306739977819786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/musings.html' title='- Musings -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sri_rWig3GI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gjik7p8d07g/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5239443423275150413</id><published>2009-09-21T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:34:19.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Happy Long Weekend -</title><content type='html'>Weekend has been good thus far. Feels more like a REAL weekend because I get to be more slow paced. Friday's dinner &amp;amp; dance was wonderful. Been addicted to Insomnia ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9m555jHRMEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9m555jHRMEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to watch Coco Before Chanel and Inglourious Basterds leh but I think gotta wait for WEE SEE DEE la. That's my fate. My personality of the week garnered quite a few positive responses and people keep asking about the information I posted. The response to Roger Federer being my idol was hilarious as US Open finally went to John Del Potro. Opposite where I posted my hugeass&amp;nbsp;newspaper cutting&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;my idol was Del Potro's hugeass cutting with the captions 'Giant Slayer'. It totally cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrjSQEjlbSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oBBzO8Nxi8c/s1600-h/DSC00005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrjSQEjlbSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oBBzO8Nxi8c/s320/DSC00005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more I'd be rooting for Roger because it is about mental strength. It is not about champions winning but one's fighting spirit, being able to&amp;nbsp;get back your composure and deuce when your opponent is leading you by 40-love.&amp;nbsp;Like the mantra instilled into us student counsellors years back 'Winning is not everything, wanting to win is'. It will only make next year's matches more interesting. We will see if Del Potro will be able to succeed 6-in-row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming on Saturday and baking double chocolate chip cookies. Brought Jolynn to buy parts for making accessories and made a spreadsheet for her to keep track of the business. Got a fright of my life when I saw the discussion board's cutoff time state 'Sunday, 2359' and realised subsequently the date's at 27th September 2009. I'm only done with 2 out of 5 questions. Speaking of which, I don't think there's much room for discussion for textbook-based questions, yeah? Maybe that's why no one has responded yet. None at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to finalise on the Sungai Renggit trip. I'd be really happy to own a nice pair of oakley shades and ride. Evelyn suggested I get a hybrid bike (road and mountain kind) but I'm definitely not getting a $2k bicycle lor. I can get a&amp;nbsp; motorcycle man. No need to ride so hard also. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some rings and nice earring myself. Will go get more supplies since it's so near my workplace. Enjoy the rest of the weekend and make full use of it people! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5239443423275150413?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5239443423275150413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5239443423275150413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5239443423275150413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5239443423275150413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-long-weekend.html' title='- Happy Long Weekend -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SrjSQEjlbSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oBBzO8Nxi8c/s72-c/DSC00005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-40484570975340526</id><published>2009-09-17T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:32:10.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Cheeky Novak Djokovic -</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYA_7RUSarU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYA_7RUSarU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-40484570975340526?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/40484570975340526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=40484570975340526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/40484570975340526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/40484570975340526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/cheeky-novak-djokovic.html' title='- Cheeky Novak Djokovic -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-1942552470883367807</id><published>2009-09-16T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:07:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- FUN ! -</title><content type='html'>Got back from an eventful day, celebrating Mr Ho's 22nd birthday. Think he better not miss any birthday celebrations from now on. It's like last year never celebrate due to call of duty from the nation, now he do an obsessive birthday marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox is always always fun with the cousins! The must-sing songs are womanizer and sexyback! Got to school late but the tutor was very engaging. He gave me a 5 min run through of what I missed. Think I will like the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with an ex-colleague tomorrow evening. Thursday evening will be free and then Friday is 1st Wii Competition before our Dinner &amp;amp; Dance. Practically this week, I have been 'away' from home. I worked late yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about the stuff I saw at Isetan's NUM. Swimming again this Saturday and then dinner for little Jomz birthday I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I just wanna share this &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/realkuanyew"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; I stumbled upon. I find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-1942552470883367807?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1942552470883367807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=1942552470883367807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1942552470883367807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/1942552470883367807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun.html' title='- FUN ! -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5236720324784962239</id><published>2009-09-14T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:44:29.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Lovely Weekend -</title><content type='html'>Crashed in with CJ on Friday night with tons of barang barang for my exercise on Saturday. Woke up at usual work time on Saturday and headed to Old Town White Coffee for breakfast with some colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered french toast and white coffee which was not bad but not worth the money I feel. Started cycling at 0930ish and finished up in an hour around 1045ish. Hitched a ride from a colleague and got back to CJ's place at around 1130ish. Lazed around, chit chat with Nancy then headed out for a swim via Jeff's ride. Feels sooo good to be in the pool! It has been a long long long long time since I swam! CJ hates swimming and we've only swam once in our 4.5 years relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jomz swims very gracefully, I like! We had a few competitions and some 'jacuzzi-splashing' fun. &amp;nbsp; The best part of the whole day or exercise was to eat like a queen! I shared half a bowl of porridge with Shunny, 4 sticks of satay, 1 set of chicken wings, 1 bowl of measely bah chor mee, finished up Jomz' leftover porridge and I earned a treat of Ah Boling Tang Yuans from Jolynn. *SLURPS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very sweet Jolynn gave me this very nice wallet! Thanks so much sweetie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual tennis was fun, fun, fun! I &amp;lt;3 Roger Federer much. Also played this other new game, the mario version of monopoly with some mini games. Quite fun but a tad slow moving. Good when your physical has already worn out where you can play in vegetate-pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to join the folks at Paramount Hotel for Ben's birthday buffet because the boyfriend was suffering from FATIGUE (his current favorite word where he keeps chanting, FATIGUE when I asked him why he's so restless) and sorely misses his weekly dosage of chicken rice which he hasn't had in weeks due to the many family activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go quite badly because Jolynn was gonna wear a skirt and Joey's 'Cannister' will be there. Then, when they headed to Yee Ann's house, I was also quite excited because (believe it or not), I have never set foot into Yee Ann's house even though I have been at the BBQ area and swimming pool! I have also never been to Shunny's place and Gerald's place. This CNY, I managed to go to Zing's new condominium. Stupid CJ drove me to their old bungalow place last CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange feeling of like completing a quest of sorts. Like you collecting stamps on your discoun card like that. CJ's house? CHECKED. Yee Swee Lan's house? CHECKED. AMH? CHECKED. Ah Gu's house? CHECKED. ZING's house? CHECKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. AIYAH, got some houses always not able to go one...why like that? Anyway, we headed our at about 5.45pm and CJ stubbornly wanted to buy comics. He says he has been missing his shitting-inspirations due to the missing comics. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he was done with his comics and me queuing for my singnet broadband recontract at Parkway Parade, the folks had gone home. Can't wait to collect my free netbook. Saw the newly renovated Isetan and was super attracted to the little New Urban Meal counter. The caps, haversacks, T-shirts and dresses look super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still slowing trying to kick my splurging habit and payday is tomorrow *SHUCKS* Tomorrow's gonna be a lovely lovely day. I took half day to be part of somebody's birthday marathon celebration before heading to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5236720324784962239?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5236720324784962239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5236720324784962239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5236720324784962239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5236720324784962239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovely-weekend.html' title='- Lovely Weekend -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6102135793712935883</id><published>2009-09-12T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:44:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Bimbotic Moment -</title><content type='html'>I went to visit YiBin last Saturday and Ai was telling me he's being sent to childcare in the day. I probed to find out which one was it and was told it was 'Chinchilla' at Toa Payoh or something. The whole time, I thought to myself, how come this school advocates right brain learning but the name is like so cheesy. I know la, childcare mah, so must be cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the office yesterday and asked my colleague to consider partnership with the school. She gave me a doubtful look and did the 'chinchilla on your palm' hand sign to me. I said 'Go ahead and search first la'. In the end we found only pet related links. No schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said it's right-brain focused teaching, she said her niece was in a similar school of thought.&amp;nbsp;A japanese school, in fact. Although she couldn't recall the name. So I suggested 'Sakae Sushi? Ichiban? Sushi Tei?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-H-I-N-C-H-I-D-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how the hell I heard Chinchilla. Feel really bimbotic. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6102135793712935883?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6102135793712935883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6102135793712935883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6102135793712935883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6102135793712935883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/bimbotic-moment.html' title='- Bimbotic Moment -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5118604337652422603</id><published>2009-09-11T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:38:29.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>- The Monkey -</title><content type='html'>The cheeky intern shared that he did some sort of&amp;nbsp;a social experiment with tons of tissue packets. We all know that the CBD is famous for office executives reserving their seats with tissue packets. My intern actually put a packet there after his meal and observed whether it will be taken away despite them being placed beside the empty dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he placed 5 packets of tissues to reserve 5 seats at 8am in the morning before work and goes to the same spot to check out the reserved seats at 12pm. Surprisingly, all the packets of tissues survived the 'reservation' time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that some boys are really creative and perhaps a tad 'bo liao' but have to admit that&amp;nbsp;it is highly amusing. I'm not saying this because the intern has been increasingly hyperactive (and nearly getting on my nerves for repetitively chanting 'Thai! LISCO!') but the fact that my boss did a similar social experiment on facebook as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He created 2 fake facebook accounts and added as many people as possible by continuously adding the friends of&amp;nbsp;the people he adds. His experiment proved a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People between the late 20s to 30s and&amp;nbsp;older tend to&amp;nbsp;clarify before adding where people&amp;nbsp;in the younger age don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;2) Eventually, everyone knows each&amp;nbsp;other. Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an amazing week and I'm beginning my&amp;nbsp;exercise regime tomorrow. Have a&amp;nbsp;good weekend y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5118604337652422603?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5118604337652422603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5118604337652422603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5118604337652422603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5118604337652422603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/monkey.html' title='- The Monkey -'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-7925522851010225730</id><published>2009-09-10T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:07:29.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Insomnia + Migraine-</title><content type='html'>My last week had been super eventful. I had my much awaited and planned for Melben crabs with Smelly Melly on Tuesday and then black pepper crabs again on Sunday during grandpapa's birthday. Thursday, grandmama cooked up a storm and I helped myself with a feast. Discovered wireless at Jeff's room's window, haha. Did some online shopping with Jolynn and super broke now but we're still looking man. Still lemming for the biker's jacket I saw at AMK Hub when I was with Smelly Melly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit YiBin and he's grown so big and naughty! Half way through I realised it was YongJie's birthday. No wonder Ai asked me to hop over for lunch and took me by surprise when her door step was filled with shoes! I can't wait for YiBin to start talking. Got Shasha's sms to add her on facebook while I was eating the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3.45pm I called Shunny and asked to hitch a ride. Was really late and Da Yee had to wait for me. So paiseh. Anyway, luckily I took the ride, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to play badminton for 2 hours. Waited for Cose to bring some clothes for me to shower at grandmama's place while I watched Ernest play The Godfather on Wii. Super nice and exciting!!! I LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was practically saved for Grandpapa's 80th Birthday and trying to heal myself from a stupid flu. Biggest surprise was seeing my big big boss at the restaurant buying take away for dinner. Didn't even realise until Yee Ann popped over to tell us that that's her ex-colleague and her husband's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dealt with the stupid flu that came back on Monday night and headache for the whole of Tuesday, told myself it will go away. Last evening, the flu and the headache was really bad. I tried to rest early. Stomach upset came on and I had loose stools. Woke up in cold sweat at 6.30am and tried to battle it with some medication. Didn't help that my head was bursting, whole body still aching and breathing through only 1 nostril. Felt really bad about not going to work for duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctors and had my mom do some chinese massage thing on my back to get rid of the 'wind'. Now my whole back is super bruised, especially the shoulder blades but it feels really good. Only problem now is I have to constantly try to cover up by wearing clothes with collars and sleeves which are lacking in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been learning about a colleague I use to judge too quickly. Seeing through her experiences allowed me into another perspective. One where I learnt back in one of those seminars held in the childcare for teachers. We all tend to blow up a small matter. If we tell ourselves this is a big matter, we seem to be creating an invisible stress upon ourselves. Even if it really is a big matter, tell yourselves that you have the strength to carry it through smoothly. THAT, is the power of human belief or faith, as some would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other day, going through any toils or troubles one may have, I try to tell myself that it is time and a good chance to use that mantra. Practise some faith and believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling this Saturday and then Swimming with the cousins. Boyfriend thinks I'm being dangerous with my physical. "If you jog after you swim at the stadium near AMH, you'll be doing a triathlon on that day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-7925522851010225730?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7925522851010225730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=7925522851010225730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7925522851010225730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/7925522851010225730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomnia-migraine.html' title='-Insomnia + Migraine-'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-8922995618580024934</id><published>2009-09-04T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:50:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Unfolding Bit By Bit-</title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with Joey where I shared one of the memorable, or rather surprising moments of my relationship with the boyfriend. I wasn't looking for a relationship and was really tired of being in one. It took me a while to accept it. Even then, the 1st one to two years, we were pretty much like good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when he first told me he liked me, I was very appalled by it. I hated it and I responded with a 'you don't even know me well as a friend'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he said 'I have the rest of my life to find out'. Cheesy but it took me by surprise because to me, he is like a 'Cao-Ah-Beng', always telling me how bad his English was and everything. Self-ridiculing. Anyway, this morning he corrected my 'Lions' lair' and said it should be a 'Lions' den'. Plus, he probably caught the lines off 'Big Fish' which was one of my favorite movies and used it on us. THAT, was somewhere first half of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what was impressive was that I found out much later (somewhere last year) that he has never watched that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bloom: You don't even know me. &lt;br /&gt;Young Ed Bloom: I have the rest of my life to find out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quotes from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0319061/quotes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-8922995618580024934?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8922995618580024934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=8922995618580024934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8922995618580024934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/8922995618580024934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/unfolding-bit-by-bit.html' title='-Unfolding Bit By Bit-'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-6338051234461058965</id><published>2009-09-02T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:50:06.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to exercise this week. Tomorrow there is school in the evening after work and Thursday is another feast from AMH after work. I can put in a jog on Friday and Saturday. Then it's 2 hours of badminton with the cousins on Saturday before another feast on Sunday for grandpapa's birthday. The 31st-seat mystery is for benho's new maid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just had 1 butter cream sauce crab, 1 curry paste crab, 1 plate of chilli kangkong, 10 minibuns and 2 bowls of rice shared with SmellyMelly for dinner. I am sooo full my center of gravity seems to have shifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite broke for the month already. Spent a lot on Saturday on several nonsense. 3 T-shirts for 2 cousins and the boyfriend (actually don't need to buy for him la, but later he jealous), 2 necklaces (one for pris one for myself, 1 bracelet, a pair of 'gold' couple rings and 2 pairs of shoes. I liked pris' necklace too. Almost didn't want to give it to her. I'm so happy she likes it! I bought a set of baby's wear for YiBin. I hope he can fit because Ai says he is very big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1O_bFzqyI/AAAAAAAAANg/rtES6AQwzCs/s1600-h/IMG_2233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1O_bFzqyI/AAAAAAAAANg/rtES6AQwzCs/s320/IMG_2233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1QHM-ZXkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aF_JaHWKAks/s1600-h/IMG_2238+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1QHM-ZXkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aF_JaHWKAks/s320/IMG_2238+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1PkApzxfI/AAAAAAAAANo/6xOIQPmljhY/s1600-h/IMG_2242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1PkApzxfI/AAAAAAAAANo/6xOIQPmljhY/s320/IMG_2242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1PuuIDxQI/AAAAAAAAANw/--GdKIXQWqM/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1PuuIDxQI/AAAAAAAAANw/--GdKIXQWqM/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-6338051234461058965?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6338051234461058965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=6338051234461058965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6338051234461058965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/6338051234461058965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-to-exercise-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/Sp1O_bFzqyI/AAAAAAAAANg/rtES6AQwzCs/s72-c/IMG_2233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-5091562219022407043</id><published>2009-08-28T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:07:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-The Antlers-</title><content type='html'>This is rather pleasing to my ears. Recommending The Antler's Hospice album :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsXKa97J6pM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsXKa97J6pM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxFwAmYuYds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxFwAmYuYds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2XQGJcTgKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z2XQGJcTgKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-5091562219022407043?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5091562219022407043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=5091562219022407043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5091562219022407043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/5091562219022407043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/antlers.html' title='-The Antlers-'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-196288486985244539</id><published>2009-08-27T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:48:03.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Blanka Vlašić-</title><content type='html'>One of the world's best female high jumper. I was introduced to her over dinner on Sunday by the boyfriend. He was going to show me some pose she did which he saw on ESPN Sports of something but we couldn't find it on youtube. Her features are very nice and I really love her abs and long nice legs! I loved high jump since primary school and I came in 2nd on my first high jump competition. The weakling in me didn't participate in high jump at all in secondary school due to the lack of practice and the fact that most of the participants were much taller than me. I don't know if it's a secret but I had a navel piercing like hers. Lemming to pierce again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7o_BwX2BkQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7o_BwX2BkQ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think she's hot, I invite you to watch high jump. I think her competitor Ariane Friedrich looks a little like Paris Hilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/as2V-jBUhoQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/as2V-jBUhoQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the hair. I think they can all do modeling when they don't jump. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-196288486985244539?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/196288486985244539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=196288486985244539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/196288486985244539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/196288486985244539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/blanka-vlasic.html' title='-Blanka Vlašić-'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24724401.post-3224614444101529508</id><published>2009-08-26T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:42:12.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-What Should I Do?-</title><content type='html'>I went to sleep at 9pm on Monday with a whammy headache. The past week, I had been doing relief work. I think I may as well declare my job scope as 'relief work'. Anyway, whatever that has happened for my projects, is now over. They have been handed up. Some people really just don't shed a tear and have to make you do something evil before they will action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual budget is on. I was told the deadline is tomorrow and I took time after work to key in but got locked out at about 6.45pm. My massive inputs for depreciation expenses might be gone :( The kind and always helpful finance lady told me it's time to go home! Luckily the deadline was not tomorrow. Tomorrow is the deadline for my boss  and he already handed up his work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached SP at arounf 7.30pm and hesitated to attend class. Now I'm home and thinking about what to do. Should I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pack my room and my wardobe?&lt;br /&gt;2) Watch overdue VCDs?&lt;br /&gt;3) Read and revise managerial econs&lt;br /&gt;4) Just relax...perhaps can do all of the above or just nua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24724401-3224614444101529508?l=girlittlehouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3224614444101529508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24724401&amp;postID=3224614444101529508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3224614444101529508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24724401/posts/default/3224614444101529508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlittlehouse.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-should-i-do.html' title='-What Should I Do?-'/><author><name>eryka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q9-kiLy9r4M/SSKy6_twhxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FVK9-AidiDg/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
