<?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-11593237</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:44:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(´・ω・｀)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>353</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1836224372215450887</id><published>2010-06-27T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:44:40.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our own evil, selfish doings.</title><content type='html'>"save the planet" issues are all over the telly, and terrorism is all over the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes wonder if this world will end first by terror or by our heck care attitude towards our Earth. 11well it's not exactly a heck care attitude either since what we do care about "saving the Earth" when good money-making opportunities are involved. there is, after all, money to be made in recycling, as much as there is in chopping down trees to make paper and other products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for some, they believe that the end of this world will come anyway and in the way in which God planned for it to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it doesn't mean that we should work so quickly at destroying our Earth. the ones we hurt at the end of the day and at the end of our days will be ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so for now i think i would still stick to my act of disposing of my 1.5L pokka green and peach tea bottles (it just pains me to throw a bottle away for every single day of the year) at the large recycling bins located on the ground floor of my place, and this little act may not mean a lot of good to the world, but it would probably mean a lot of harm if join the rest of the non-recyclers if i fail to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares about "environmentalist" badges that we receive in school? the real environmentalists aren't those who complete 20 environmentally-friendly acts, but those who persist in their determination to always do every little bit of what they can for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and might I say.. i will continue to think that this whole money-making thing is indeed a mindless money-making thing for most organisations until i see that natural gas becomes miraculously affordable for all and that it becomes mandatory for all cars to be fitted with natural gas-compatible tanks, that purchasing books made out of recycled paper are of the same price as those that aren't, and that recycling bins are made available at every kind of housing - be it HDB flats, landed homes, and etc, and at the entrances of supermarkets - which was something I caught sight of in Boston that made me so happy. well the people who do dump their bottles thoughtfully do get some kind of a 5 cent credit for each, towards their purchases at the supermarkets itself, and if supermarkets and manufacturers of tin cans, aluminium cans, glass bottles and all else here are making a ton of profit from sales, i don't see why they they can't just do the same. would it threaten the livelihood of the rag-and-bone man? i'm not sure, but then again, the only kind of recyclables i've ever seen them collect are newspapers. in terms of rag-and-bone contributions, are newspapers and broken, used items the only possibly-giveable things that people know of, or is it that they don't collect them? Perhaps I ought to find out some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(honestly, i've heard that it is compulsory for private estates to have recycling bins, and so what excuse is there for Housing Board estates [HDB flats] to be excused of having them too?) yes, it will cost the town councils $$ for the collection of the money-making trash in recycling bins, but please will someone tell me - is that not $$ well spent or is it not $$ spent for a crucial cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am ranting from the bottom of my heart. I just had to put this down because the people on the telly are complaining everyday about how we mindlessly ignore the fact that our Earth is going down, and while there are people who recognize that that is the truth, the real ones whom i admire are those who act upon it in a bid for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1836224372215450887?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1836224372215450887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1836224372215450887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1836224372215450887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1836224372215450887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-own-evil-selfish-doings.html' title='Our own evil, selfish doings.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2149488483818687159</id><published>2010-05-28T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:13:13.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like it.</title><content type='html'>time passes so fast and i don't even realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been over a month since i last blogged and it only felt like a week! i guess when i spend my time doing nothing it all just passes too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just read this and i like it :)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.style.com/stylefile/2010/05/the-future-of-fashion-part-six-alber-elbaz/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta head back to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2149488483818687159?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2149488483818687159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2149488483818687159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2149488483818687159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2149488483818687159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-it.html' title='i like it.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8953692270865285359</id><published>2010-04-22T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:43:55.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoghurt ice cream is love</title><content type='html'>my love for yoghurt ice cream began when i was still doing my diploma at ngee ann polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-scream used to be sold there, and i loved the name, as well as the taste of it, with peach being my favourite flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Yami Yoghurt serves Peachie as well, and so it was love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but until now.. eating yoghurt was something we'd eat only when we happened to walk by those shops. however, just last week, doo and i have been eating yoghurt ice-cream a lot  (like 3x in 4 days or something like that), and we've been ordering large cups of it. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we went to holland V.. where they serve lychee-flavoured yoghurt ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to vivo city and discovered that there's a newly opened yoghurt ice cream store as well. (doo likes the green tea flavoured one there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and SURPRISE! Swirl Art is at river valley road, so close to where i stay.. so we had to try it as well :) we like the green apple from there! kinda tastes like a yoghurt version of 7-11's green apple slurpee. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.. as we discovered these new yoghurt ice-cream places that just sprouted out so quickly and so many all of a sudden, we also realised, that Petit Provence bakery has stores sprouting out around Singapore as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the one at holland v, they now have one at vivocity (brazilian cheese - good if you're craving for the brazilian cheesy things at brazilian meaty buffets, but i still prefer the ones at the buffet) and plaza singapura (love love love the cheesecake danish!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everybody, say yes to food, just as how doo and i have done - having patronized all the branches above. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1140782281995000018</id><published>2010-03-21T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T03:06:37.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tats!</title><content type='html'>i will be going to get my chanel tattoos later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so so so  excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: school's almost out. 4 weeks to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1140782281995000018?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1140782281995000018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fcjda63rI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zk_-L2LuOVQ/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fcjda63rI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zk_-L2LuOVQ/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438057576824233650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domo wishes everyone a happy lunar new year and valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fbXac5AzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/q_oS5yLqDBE/s1600-h/ringgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fbXac5AzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/q_oS5yLqDBE/s320/ringgg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438056270357136178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a picture of my favourite ring of all time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fcCPmwY5I/AAAAAAAAAto/a001jy1-J3A/s1600-h/pinkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fcCPmwY5I/AAAAAAAAAto/a001jy1-J3A/s320/pinkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438057006180098962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. and look who's here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fbl_LtRAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4ARCiWV4Wy4/s1600-h/pinkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fbl_LtRAI/AAAAAAAAAtY/4ARCiWV4Wy4/s320/pinkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438056520735343618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just me and my new outfit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fbfSvYZBI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/XN8_L9Xsj60/s1600-h/pinkkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/S3fbfSvYZBI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/XN8_L9Xsj60/s320/pinkkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438056405726159890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as you can tell i'm in the mood for pink ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3172597622066423854?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3172597622066423854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3172597622066423854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>THE LEASH. part two.</title><content type='html'>i saw a kid on a leash for myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at plaza singapura, this kid was running away from his mother, but she loooked so calm cos she had him on a leash. and i looked at the kid's legs, if he was 'free', he would've run really far away already because his legs were moving so fast and he was running on his toes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was really bad for his physicaly development. what if he learns to walk and run on his toes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me he can then become a world-class ballerina please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2903973076320678616?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2903973076320678616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2903973076320678616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2903973076320678616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2903973076320678616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2010/01/leash-part-two.html' title='THE LEASH. part two.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4907946060135219250</id><published>2009-12-31T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:04:15.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irked.</title><content type='html'>was on facebook when i came across &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the topic of the use of a child leash. a friend had spotted a couple using it with their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some smart alec who isn't someone i know commented that perhaps parents who use 'em have children with special needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another friend replied, saying that children with special needs can learn to be behave themselves, thus hinting that it is not an issue of whether or not a child has special needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that both children with special needs as well as typically-developing children can have equally severe behavioural issues. so the deciding factor for the 'entitlement' for the use of a child leash should never be about whether or not a child has special needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't post that up on facebook for fear of sounding as if i was going to kill the person instead of defending children with special needs. however, i have to say it here that i am upset that there are still people who think that "oh.. the misbehaving kids are those with special needs" (as shown through this incident). PLEASE. i think they have not been exposed enough to typically-developing children with challenging behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the smart alec whom i do not know defended her statement by saying that she feels for the parents and that parents would not feel good using it with their child so they must have their reasons (eg. safety). she then said she is not in favour of those who use the leash on "just any child" but for children with special needs, she doesn't know enough to comment though she wouldn't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get it. what is with the special needs thing? why does she need to keep mentioning special needs like it is as though children with special needs aren't children? what separates "just any child" from children with special needs? and not commenting for children with special needs means that she does not entirely detest the action of using the leash on them (as opposed to being able to comment that she detests the use of the leash on just any child - i would guess that she had desperately wanted to add in the word 'normal') and does having a child with special needs mean that it is more acceptable for a parent to use the leash with her child? i certainly do not think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pure prejudice, in my opinion, and it's like saying if you're a typically-developing kid, you are most probably an angel, but those who need the leash are most likely those with special needs. of course i'm not saying that children with special needs are easy to manage, but there are difficulties with both typically-developing children as well as children with special needs and it hurts to know that people immediately link extreme measures (such as the leash) to children with special needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just my two cents worth of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, am also feeling sad for the victims of the hit and run accident by that notorious Audi driver who still remains at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, i am dreading the assignments that i have to do before school reopens. it bugs me that i only have 3 more days to complete it, but i know that i would only be starting on them at the last hour. not too good a thing i know, but i really need to treasure the last few days of my precious last school vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, abby is always abby and abby is thrilled to receive two new rompers yesterday, and she loves them so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to wear 'em :D:D:D will probably do so today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4907946060135219250?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4907946060135219250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4907946060135219250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4907946060135219250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4907946060135219250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/12/irked.html' title='irked.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8376505227786658629</id><published>2009-12-22T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:00:46.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honto ni gomenasai</title><content type='html'>makes absolutely no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8376505227786658629?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8376505227786658629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8376505227786658629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8376505227786658629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8376505227786658629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/12/honto-ni-gomenasai.html' title='honto ni gomenasai'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8718729709324124146</id><published>2009-12-22T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T03:19:40.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countless macs cravings</title><content type='html'>make us fat. especially since mee has the habit of sleeping immediately after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cravings actually come from mee. and doo is just my accomplice aka partner in crime cos he just wants to accompany me and help to finish up the 20 pieces of nuggets plus carbolicious fries. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yumyum. i'm waiting for macs to arrive yet again. fries glorious fries! feed me carbo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo for nuggets too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8718729709324124146?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8718729709324124146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8718729709324124146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8718729709324124146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8718729709324124146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/12/countless-macs-cravings.html' title='countless macs cravings'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8156981725948751197</id><published>2009-12-20T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:14:48.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am scared of the dark</title><content type='html'>and i have a fear of the unknown, plus my bro works the night shift sometimes.. so there's no one in the room next to mine, only 2 others (my parents) in the room next to the room next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i survived 3 months without doo, and when i am alone in the above mentioned situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how exactly did i do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd say the words "doo loves me" before i go to bed, with my head tucked into the pillow and practically sinking into it and of course i made sure i was in a position that would allow me to comfortably fall asleep asap. and if that wasn't enough i'd tell myself "and i love doo". but then, i wanted the last words in my head to be "doo loves me" before i went to bed, so if i did say the 2nd line, the 3rd would follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's how i 'tucked' myself into bed, and to sleep, when i am alone and afraid in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8156981725948751197?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8156981725948751197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>will be having a xmas lunch at home with my family and doodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo and i went down to carlton last evening to order zee logcake for the lunch :D white chocolate log cake with apricot and ginger, and infused with honey WOOHOO!~ (and no whipped cream). happy me. i love cake and i can't wait to eat that. when i saw the pic and description of the cake in the newspapers my mom knew i wanted it. i love white chocolate cos its sooooo sweet and honey too for the same reason PLUS.. ginger reminded me of the ginger cheesecake i had at wagamama in boston. it was absolutely fabulous i wished so much to bring back with me a whole cake back to singapore but i couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else is planned for christmas.. but it doesn't matter since what's most is that we enjoy whatever we do on any day regardless of whether stuff was planned or not. i am, however, expecting an entire bunch of new clothes to be in by year end. so i'll prolly be sitting around opening up parcels and MORE parcels of stuff. heeheehee. those might not make it to school though, cos tubed and really short rompers tend to gather a lot of unnecessary attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i'm still trying to recover from a stubborn cough - one that's equally stubborn as i am cos i refuse medicine more often than i actually take it. hopefully it goes off soon so i can sleep better and make less noise coughing HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. complaints!! i have homework (preliminary assignments) that i have to complete before school starts. what a big BOO. i've decided to do the usual - procrastinate. so i'll prolly start on it in january itself. seriously. holidays aren't really holidays unless the homework is fully MIA. and educational institutions just don't seem to understand that.. perhaps simply because they're educational institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. merry xmas to everybodee :) may you have a fabulously enjoyable and absolutely happy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2812401809129237894?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2812401809129237894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2812401809129237894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2812401809129237894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2812401809129237894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-well-be-spending-christmas.html' title='how we&apos;ll be spending christmas'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3020832895926171700</id><published>2009-12-08T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:58:46.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cynic speaks</title><content type='html'>i was watching some korean show on tv mobile that showed a marriage ceremony. the guy said a bunch of things and then he said "with this ring, i promise you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which got me thinking. love and marriage are two very  separate things to me. i could love a man, but that may not mean i would be willing to commit to a marriage with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to me, is wanting to stay with a person for my entire life. but one doesn't have to get married and get papers and all in order to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage on the other hand, is tying myself down to a promise that i cannot trust another to keep. and when that's weighed with the happy feeling of wearing a pretty dress for a day and taking photos that will be professionally photoshopped, i can't help but feel it isn't a good deal after all. (think - one happy day vs many upsetting ones!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people say "i promise", do they realise promises can be broken and do they really know what promises they and their other halves are making and what those really mean? a promise to love a person may not necessarily mean a promise to be monogamous, neither does a promise to care for a person for life mean a promise to care for the person both emotionally and physically, and to treat him/her as the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. marriage is tricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3020832895926171700?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3020832895926171700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3020832895926171700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3020832895926171700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3020832895926171700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/12/cynic-speaks.html' title='the cynic speaks'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1183649520618807013</id><published>2009-12-07T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:15:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurt and hurting all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1183649520618807013?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1183649520618807013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1183649520618807013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1183649520618807013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1183649520618807013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/12/hurt-and-hurting-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4512543857943780279</id><published>2009-12-02T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:02:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have been so very sick</title><content type='html'>and i still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marks the 8th day of my fever, which, at 38+ degrees is down from the 40.1 that i got last week for 3 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat durian and tons of other heaty stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, just last sat i went for shufen's wedding. i was so touched at so many different points in time during the church wedding that i had to keep holding back my tears. i then thought to myself that i can't go for anymore weddings (i can't possibly force myself to CONTROL those tears all the time! it's torturous), but i realised that  a ton of my friends aren't married yet :X so chances are i'll have many more to go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw doo's back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4512543857943780279?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4512543857943780279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4512543857943780279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4512543857943780279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4512543857943780279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-been-so-very-sick.html' title='i have been so very sick'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4455781264947196294</id><published>2009-11-10T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:51:39.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to learn how to sew and knit.</title><content type='html'>as my dear doodoo begins his "exposore" to the field of poker Cards, money Chips, mental Calculations, fiesty Clients and Customers (the 5Cs), i begin my action research project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to imagine the struggles, panic and fear i will go through during the next few weeks. i just want to keep thinking about the night where i will be at Changi Airport waiting for him to arrive MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately and inevitably, those worries that stem from conducting the research proj haunt me from time to time. so i seek refuge in hunting for handmade, self-designed goodies that i've be oh-so-mad about. i suddenly (or maybe not so suddenly) think that MAYBE, just maybe, i might be willing to spend about three quarters of two hundred dollars on a skimpy, ruffley, short romper with gorgeous prints or some other detail that makes me feel i can't find in singapore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all a "MAYBE" because.. i want to learn how to sew. i want to sew my own stuff, create my own ruffles, bows and lace adornments, do casual-day rompers and puffy dresses, and pick my own prints and fabrics. which reminds me.. for the LONGEST time ever (like for many, many years), i've been wanting to learn how to knit!!! but i just don't know when i'll ever get down to doing it. i keep thinking another school vacation will just pop up, but i've reached my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i came across on the net today these little felt decor pieces of food and playthings - but what's being sold are the sewing patterns for 'em. i guess that made me want even more to learn how to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkIB0WwEaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QE9pmU5mEGI/s1600-h/il_430xN.100580805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkIB0WwEaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QE9pmU5mEGI/s200/il_430xN.100580805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402358055334580642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkIqZJSbNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5miTiBbeyV4/s1600-h/il_430xN.100757796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkIqZJSbNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5miTiBbeyV4/s200/il_430xN.100757796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402358752404991186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkJSNA-ZII/AAAAAAAAAcc/HkChQpNTJqg/s1600-h/il_430xN.101078156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkJSNA-ZII/AAAAAAAAAcc/HkChQpNTJqg/s200/il_430xN.101078156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402359436343665794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkJ9g8chAI/AAAAAAAAAck/JCZajpBUK5I/s1600-h/il_430xN.101240719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkJ9g8chAI/AAAAAAAAAck/JCZajpBUK5I/s200/il_430xN.101240719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402360180427752450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkL1qh8LkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iht0L1Pzk0g/s1600-h/il_430xN.99190086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkL1qh8LkI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iht0L1Pzk0g/s200/il_430xN.99190086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402362244585238082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food from umecrafts, littlefluffstuff and buggabugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to some larger playsets from buggabugs..&lt;br /&gt;the supermarket themed one for a start... (i love the idea of the shopping basket and the bag, and the cash machine more than the groceries heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkOHH3v9JI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DhnYR0vxNA8/s1600-h/il_430xN.101390503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkOHH3v9JI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DhnYR0vxNA8/s200/il_430xN.101390503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402364743542371474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkOmli3IkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_rvDNjVIDLw/s1600-h/il_430xN.101390506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkOmli3IkI/AAAAAAAAAc8/_rvDNjVIDLw/s200/il_430xN.101390506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402365284083769922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkPZ6hrxSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-yJCYby_9oE/s1600-h/il_430xN.101390507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkPZ6hrxSI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-yJCYby_9oE/s200/il_430xN.101390507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402366165889303842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a farm set that i fancy more than any of the other commercial ones that we see today. PLUS.. i have a thing for open-up houses, just like the one that is made for usamomo dollies - that has a wardrobe inside for mini hangers with outfits on them :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkP2roxSVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/E9Jhn9dIOGU/s1600-h/il_430xN.101174278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkP2roxSVI/AAAAAAAAAdM/E9Jhn9dIOGU/s200/il_430xN.101174278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402366660108699986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkQQSS13NI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bDTHNl8GjtU/s1600-h/il_430xN.101174279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkQQSS13NI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bDTHNl8GjtU/s200/il_430xN.101174279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402367099982437586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the last-but-not-least feature of the day, a sweetiepie set :X&lt;br /&gt;if a guy makes this for me - it'll be something that might make me so absolutely touched that i'd be speechless. i'm not a fan of flowers or roses but a bouquet of those handmade ones would be even nicer though. LOL. and i wonder if anyone guessed - that it's the handsewn ring and ring box that captured my attention (and almost my heart). i'm also thinking that a guy could make this and propose to his gf with the set, and only when she says yes does he show her the actual diamond ring. what a mean thought! well i'd like to think this makes the idea of a typical proposal with the immediate presentation of the usual whatever-number-of-carats diamond ring overrated. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkQ1vrGR6I/AAAAAAAAAdc/8sSiorxdVK0/s1600-h/il_430xN.100127797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkQ1vrGR6I/AAAAAAAAAdc/8sSiorxdVK0/s200/il_430xN.100127797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402367743523964834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just sent an email to doo telling him that i want to learn how to sew and knit after i graduate. i did warn him though - that if i ever learn how to sew, he'll see a mad woman in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: doodoo is 3 weeks away from home! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4455781264947196294?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4455781264947196294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4455781264947196294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4455781264947196294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4455781264947196294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-learn-how-to-sew-and-knit.html' title='i want to learn how to sew and knit.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SvkIB0WwEaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QE9pmU5mEGI/s72-c/il_430xN.100580805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-7916527496618074866</id><published>2009-11-03T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:44:18.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more weeks</title><content type='html'>and my darling doodoo will be back from Manila.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the day when i'll be at the airport waiting at the glass doors for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual worries apply: that because of my shortsightedness he'll spot me before i can spot him! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-7916527496618074866?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/7916527496618074866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=7916527496618074866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/7916527496618074866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/7916527496618074866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-more-weeks.html' title='4 more weeks'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-812400642077306704</id><published>2009-11-02T18:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:17:40.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close-ups of Birdie stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su60NT_yzVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ms7ce42IyKg/s1600-h/singlebirds2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su60NT_yzVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ms7ce42IyKg/s200/singlebirds2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399451144062946642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6_a4aDN-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/zCchMSewRIw/s1600-h/peach4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6_a4aDN-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/zCchMSewRIw/s200/peach4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399463471802955746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6zxFle5aI/AAAAAAAAAao/hwdNMD-P35M/s1600-h/ring8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6zxFle5aI/AAAAAAAAAao/hwdNMD-P35M/s200/ring8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399450659158156706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6zo67AE4I/AAAAAAAAAag/CmfA8KZCzkM/s1600-h/rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6zo67AE4I/AAAAAAAAAag/CmfA8KZCzkM/s200/rings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399450518856668034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6ziuLpIwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/83qimC5UX2A/s1600-h/brooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6ziuLpIwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/83qimC5UX2A/s200/brooch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399450412357591810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su60CcBxgGI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RBntfTJCT1w/s1600-h/single4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su60CcBxgGI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RBntfTJCT1w/s200/single4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399450957240172642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su61xKI58VI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bCifDzTlpuI/s1600-h/ring4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su61xKI58VI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bCifDzTlpuI/s200/ring4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399452859403727186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I listed our handmade stuff up on Etsy today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I brought the birds out for a very simple photoshoot as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before doodoo left for Manila, these were the very precious prototype bird cage designs he twisted for me :D I love the one with the two lavender lovebirds the MOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6zaL0478I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BsUfd1ENNVQ/s1600-h/lovebirds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su6zaL0478I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BsUfd1ENNVQ/s320/lovebirds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399450265696399298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, abby~~&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/11593237-812400642077306704?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/812400642077306704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=812400642077306704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/812400642077306704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/812400642077306704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/11/close-ups-of-birdie-stuff.html' title='Close-ups of Birdie stuff'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su60NT_yzVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ms7ce42IyKg/s72-c/singlebirds2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-7664614782547138616</id><published>2009-11-01T16:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:15:45.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinkie never fails to find its own way to me...</title><content type='html'>a particular pink romper has awakened the pinkie side of me :O! but no pictures till i get it in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, as i anticipate its arrival, i'm now looking at a baby pink ice cream cone necklace, baby pink furry notebook, and a baby pink furry laptop cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1LW964HrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YjpLC6ck9qw/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.72966198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1LW964HrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YjpLC6ck9qw/s200/il_fullxfull.72966198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399054386237808306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1M5aNdYFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OAn1F_3axBo/s1600-h/obj351geo338pg12p15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1M5aNdYFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OAn1F_3axBo/s200/obj351geo338pg12p15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399056077459120210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1MEInLjKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/c9DOi7Gr8Yc/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.91805594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1MEInLjKI/AAAAAAAAAZI/c9DOi7Gr8Yc/s200/il_fullxfull.91805594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399055162202098850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, a pinkie bikini as well (but i'm still hesitating on this one cos i'm wondering if it'll end up looking like lingerie that's way too pinkie for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1PmXF-VMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c4ln2y6FtOo/s1600-h/d43150992-ac-9209xf5x0600x0393-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1PmXF-VMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/c4ln2y6FtOo/s200/d43150992-ac-9209xf5x0600x0393-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399059048739787970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MOREMOREMORE pinkie stuff that i'm hoping will one day be mine (either made or bought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1QiwEYGeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5wTfwcxF804/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.69723415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1QiwEYGeI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/5wTfwcxF804/s200/il_fullxfull.69723415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399060086236125666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinkie pompom necklace with the pom pom by the side and not the centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1Q-piQc3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/IX5f6z0TdMk/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.70646133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1Q-piQc3I/AAAAAAAAAaA/IX5f6z0TdMk/s200/il_fullxfull.70646133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399060565518742386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pinkie pompom earrings (it's best for me to wear only just one side of it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something that's of a darker pink (which i hope can be customised to be of a baby baby pink colour):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1N9n2oMEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Es89uwBbRYc/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.99060579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1N9n2oMEI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Es89uwBbRYc/s200/il_fullxfull.99060579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399057249352560706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT'S THAT?" you might ask.. Well.. they're knucklebiters :D and in my opinion, the shaggy one looks more adorably MONSTROUS than the groomed one! heheheh :D they're both the creation of abbydid at etsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1OIGROZvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1Mh3jk2yk20/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.99060684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1OIGROZvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1Mh3jk2yk20/s200/il_fullxfull.99060684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399057429315872498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HELLO! to Shaggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1OkAsvCkI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N4yJ-n2fGFY/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.99061730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1OkAsvCkI/AAAAAAAAAZo/N4yJ-n2fGFY/s200/il_fullxfull.99061730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399057908856982082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the goodie two shoes "Groomed" version with shorter and neater fur. i like his tail more than i like shaggy's though :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav loads more pinkie stuff to share (kiss print dresses and all) but if i do i'll never stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-7664614782547138616?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/7664614782547138616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=7664614782547138616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/7664614782547138616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/7664614782547138616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/11/pinkie-never-fails-to-find-its-own-way.html' title='pinkie never fails to find its own way to me...'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Su1LW964HrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/YjpLC6ck9qw/s72-c/il_fullxfull.72966198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1735982767915499214</id><published>2009-11-01T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:18:49.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mink madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Suxiilg1_LI/AAAAAAAAAYo/R5DWzUIIDdw/s1600-h/6pw5e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Suxiilg1_LI/AAAAAAAAAYo/R5DWzUIIDdw/s320/6pw5e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398798399635324082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As i was googling for more information about this Louis Vuitton Mink Purse, I came across some pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuxiIaZYyTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/itHcl8AkL98/s1600-h/juergen_teller_bryanboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuxiIaZYyTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/itHcl8AkL98/s320/juergen_teller_bryanboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398797949974661426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of bryanboy at bryanboy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you ever look at a Chanel bag the same way as before ever again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as I shared &lt;a href="http://www.bryanboy.com/bryanboy_le_superstar_fab/2007/02/louis_vuitton_m.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; other link with Justin, the poor guy exclaimed "wtf! MY EYES" as he opened the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lo and behold.&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonder how his feet survive in those heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuxjH7kzwXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OLalKPlVy6M/s1600-h/022407_minklv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuxjH7kzwXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OLalKPlVy6M/s320/022407_minklv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398799041212694898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until today, it's been a long time since i last visited his site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1735982767915499214?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1735982767915499214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1735982767915499214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1735982767915499214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1735982767915499214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/11/mink-madness.html' title='mink madness'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Suxiilg1_LI/AAAAAAAAAYo/R5DWzUIIDdw/s72-c/6pw5e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4195207034900621475</id><published>2009-10-31T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:02:35.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away with dresses, here comes rompers!</title><content type='html'>i hardly ever wear dresses anymore - and the only ones i wear are those that feel "convenient" - my polo dresses from Ralph Lauren. and even then, it's the navy one that's the most popular (so i won't have to wear nude underneath) and next comes white (when I can be bothered to wear nude underneath).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that my huge romper craze is what made the dresses in my wardrobe unpopular :X that craze so big now that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; things i ever lookout for currently, are.. rompers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's not all - i've gone into lookin' at rompers that are one-off pieces designed and made by "blooming" designers. blooming = they have their own label, but they don't stock their designs in singapore (it isn't a need but is a definite plus!), they do one-off stuff, and needless to say, they are blooming because they have a fan base (regulars with fast fingers who come back for more). this means that it can be difficult getting the piece that one wants if one is too slow to click. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, having gone into this self-designed and self-made thing by selected designers whose pieces i have taken a fancy to, it seems the damage it does to my pocket gets more and more.. serious. well, i guess that unless i learn to sew my own stuff, one off stuff (even if its just made of plain ol' cotton) that's not mass-manufactured in bulk will definitely cost a hefty lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll put up pictures of those rompers by the talented designers i've found on the world wide web. once i get them, and once i wear 'em that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rompers are &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4195207034900621475?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4195207034900621475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4195207034900621475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4195207034900621475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4195207034900621475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/away-with-dresses-here-comes-rompers.html' title='away with dresses, here comes rompers!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3969735432319643986</id><published>2009-10-27T18:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:16:20.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rompers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubWXAsnbNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-TlSKghlSq8/s1600-h/darkplaid3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubWXAsnbNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-TlSKghlSq8/s320/darkplaid3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397236894262586578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harsh, Dark Plaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I look so oddly stuck up in these pics -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubGV4-96rI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-qXEu-oWNkE/s1600-h/lilacflowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubGV4-96rI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-qXEu-oWNkE/s320/lilacflowers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397219282826160818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubGOBby9oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-ZXB_0osl38/s1600-h/lilacflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubGOBby9oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/-ZXB_0osl38/s320/lilacflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397219147655607938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these just arrived. and surprisingly the lilac one looks better. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i couldn't do sweet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i suppose i'd keep these for a while. when i get sick of wearing 'em out i could always use 'em as pajamas ;)&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/11593237-3969735432319643986?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3969735432319643986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3969735432319643986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3969735432319643986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3969735432319643986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-rompers.html' title='New Rompers!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubWXAsnbNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/-TlSKghlSq8/s72-c/darkplaid3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5376489266894580180</id><published>2009-10-24T16:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:05:32.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bershka Bershka!</title><content type='html'>I like the way Bershka sounds. Somehow it reminds me of how some pretty models Serene and I met yearssss ago pronnounced "Russia". :X So sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, Mel and I came across a pair of SPLENDID Bershka heels when we were shopping at ION Orchard. I didn't get it then and when I sought a second opinion from Ailay on another day, the heels in my size were gone. Thankfully, the staff had taken down my details and made an order for them for me - with no promises that it would definitely be available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flew off to Manila with doodoo and those heels in my mind. While i shopped around, the sight of any other pair of footwear reminded me of those gorgeous red heels from Bershka and not a single pair could beat it. Why? because wearing those insanely high heels at their height of approximately 12cm made me feel happy - and everything else that caught my eye and fit me well did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how it took me days to realise how much I wanted those heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of the staff from Bershka called me up last evening :) to inform me of the arrival of the heels and to check if I was still interested in them. OF COURSE I WAS! I fought my urge to go down to get it yesterday (cos I felt so sick and yet excited at the same time) and I went down and got them today instead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are.. My very first pair of Red heels (and shoes - yes, before these, I did not own a single red coloured pair in my collection of 40 over pairs of footwear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuK6WRRQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/h9BhVral2f0/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuK6WRRQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/h9BhVral2f0/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396080195298977538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These heels scream SPLENDOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pointy toed heels from Bershka have a pixie boot detail (as what i like to call it) - the foldable extensions at the sides and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuLB-m_susI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7pETgVUNr6E/s1600-h/bershka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuLB-m_susI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7pETgVUNr6E/s320/bershka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396088584907045570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pointy Toe cut is something i thought i'd never be able to carry off well enough, but perhaps this was an exception, and LOOK at that flattering v-cut - something I couldn't find in other non-suede-like red heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubTmm7w4mI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2F6OB3NuCCA/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubTmm7w4mI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2F6OB3NuCCA/s200/DSC00618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397233863689822818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towering Heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubTPWnCVBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gG8SQrwY8ds/s1600-h/bershkaback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SubTPWnCVBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gG8SQrwY8ds/s200/bershkaback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397233464170927122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, I measured them when I got home, and these suede-like heels are approximately 12cm high. O_O! In addition, the base of these shoes show a peacock design and that's where I looked to find out that they were made in Spain. Anyway, the white patch you see on the box is termed as an "anti-mold patch". The first alternative to silica gel that i've ever seen in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Domo's paddy hand is in the background of one of the peektures. This is the kaypo domo who doesn't wanna miss out on my phototaking session! :X In another photo you'll see a fraction of his large rectangular mouth, but I shall not let him find out that a little bit of that huge mouth was all that I caught :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5376489266894580180?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5376489266894580180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5376489266894580180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5376489266894580180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5376489266894580180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/bershka-bershka.html' title='Bershka Bershka!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuK6WRRQ5wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/h9BhVral2f0/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5368006136065252314</id><published>2009-10-23T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:24:22.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continued high waist madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuHmZ9EmDaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wWIUfdC3P9E/s1600-h/rect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuHmZ9EmDaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wWIUfdC3P9E/s200/rect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395847162131516834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous high waist shorts from manila!&lt;br /&gt;the highest pair i've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5368006136065252314?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5368006136065252314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5368006136065252314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5368006136065252314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5368006136065252314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/continued-high-waist-madness.html' title='continued high waist madness!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SuHmZ9EmDaI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wWIUfdC3P9E/s72-c/rect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4497829947540890319</id><published>2009-10-19T22:20:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:33:41.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could do all the shopping in the world and that'd be fab, but nothing beats being by his side.</title><content type='html'>i am now in manila with my beloved doodoo, and charlotte, who decided two days before my takeoff to gatecrash the trip. i remember being so shocked that i could only laugh in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae.. one of the amusing things i saw today - a woman showing off her toothbrushing skills in a public toilet. :X apparently nobody else seemed surprised, and char says that perhaps she likes her teeth to be clean all the time :X ah well. speaking of toilets, here's one that cost 10 pesos (approx 3.2 cents) to get into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styvw1lTLAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_C8KNxzB9kU/s1600-h/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styvw1lTLAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_C8KNxzB9kU/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394379707235118082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very black. with the exception of the sinks, hand towel dispenser and the sanitary supplies machine. all 3 of us - char, doo and i, liked the design ;) we did come across another that looked very pretty though - which was in a chinese restaurant. that one had sinks that resembled ancient chinese wash basins with gorgeous painting on it. the cam wasn't with me then, or i would definitely have taken a picture of those sinks that made me feel like an empress who had fancy wash basins brought to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also a couple of things that we've had to do - to remember to lock the doors of the taxi always (no going on buses or trains cos those are very dangerous), to ensure that the cab drivers switch ON the meter and go by it... and of course, to hold onto our bags with all the alertness one could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this has to be done as people walk on the roads, in between the cars and lanes to sell stuff, and to beg for cash. as we waited for a cab yesterday, a skinny girl who was prob just a teenager was holding an infant and begging for $. however, no matter what, we couldn't take our wallets out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, we went to the casino at hyatt hotel yesterday for a look see thing. doo's friends brought their "girlfriends" who won $ for them. wish i could've done the same, but aniwae we didn't gamble. eventually i got so moody cos of my inferiority complex and some other issues that i ended up having an attitude and looked like an antisocial as i sat with charlotte. well, at least the zi char dinner was fabulous and reasonably cheap at approx $13/person for peking duck, sweet and sour pork, fried rice, fried tofu, duck wrapped in cabbage, steamed dumplings and super soft boneless chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Stynm3Ar5ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3TNjGTDVT-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Stynm3Ar5ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3TNjGTDVT-Q/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394370739726706066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how dare u take a pic of me in my hungry state?" heheh.&lt;br /&gt;it seems doodoo was in a picture taking mood.&lt;br /&gt;and he caught fungry charlotte in the background too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styn87NyzpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1erYSg_lnq8/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styn87NyzpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1erYSg_lnq8/s320/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394371118812548754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gamely posing for a pic of himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place - Golden Bay Seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyrNyne5EI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TjjTn4QOC0c/s1600-h/IMG_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyrNyne5EI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TjjTn4QOC0c/s200/IMG_0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394374707097035842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat in the middle, so this pic actually shows just half of the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyrubJIIYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Mx3mwNvuL1o/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyrubJIIYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Mx3mwNvuL1o/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394375267731382658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of peeps even at 10+pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StydXFIIwWI/AAAAAAAAATo/zwCXgEKhXoY/s1600-h/IMG_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StydXFIIwWI/AAAAAAAAATo/zwCXgEKhXoY/s200/IMG_0731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394359473521869154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styd29MXFNI/AAAAAAAAATw/NvgGWmPwFSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styd29MXFNI/AAAAAAAAATw/NvgGWmPwFSQ/s200/IMG_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394360021147915474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyeZn_Y81I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ejApUafXifk/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyeZn_Y81I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ejApUafXifk/s200/IMG_0734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394360616751788882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styeq_7mL5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/3RWauyNoVYk/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styeq_7mL5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/3RWauyNoVYk/s200/IMG_0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394360915236106130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyeIujn4dI/AAAAAAAAAT4/heZ-TgjGPmM/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyeIujn4dI/AAAAAAAAAT4/heZ-TgjGPmM/s200/IMG_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394360326456598994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyfusUCXGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qkxSg3G6aJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyfusUCXGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qkxSg3G6aJ0/s200/IMG_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394362078201011298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyfUMGfQVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UkWLQyuOeOQ/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyfUMGfQVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UkWLQyuOeOQ/s200/IMG_0739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361622877651282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Stye9rLKxbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QNnB24CgWX8/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Stye9rLKxbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QNnB24CgWX8/s200/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394361236081788338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls and doo's friends/colleagues went to get their nails done too, and doo has always wanted to try out a manicure.. so there he is.. getting his already pretty nails prettified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StybfE8e5WI/AAAAAAAAATY/KVOz6XiEFEM/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StybfE8e5WI/AAAAAAAAATY/KVOz6XiEFEM/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394357411888686434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping, but looking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styot8WC-BI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xrBJKJCQ89Q/s1600-h/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styot8WC-BI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/xrBJKJCQ89Q/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394371960929187858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling because... i wanted to take a smiley pic.&lt;br /&gt;poor doo has eyebags because we've been getting just 5 hours of sleep per night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and both his friends (in white shirts) ... who have been at this manicure thing for a year already.. *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StycnOBMTsI/AAAAAAAAATg/l0joEeTtdEg/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StycnOBMTsI/AAAAAAAAATg/l0joEeTtdEg/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394358651274940098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food wise, there's jollibee here which tastes absolutely fantastic. i am in love with their BBQ chicken and rice :X so u can imagine how much i wish i could eat it everyday heehee. i've eaten it twice already :X hopefully i'll get to have more of it over the next few days before i fly back to sg on thurs. hmm, and one thing we've noticed is that veggies are scarce in manila. :X i'm happie abt that cos then i won't have greens to eat but that isn't v good for doo's health. unfortunately most of his colleagues smoke, so i can't imagine the amount of second hand smoke he inhales everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyZ1HTXDQI/AAAAAAAAATA/AtPrqMLjaH4/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyZ1HTXDQI/AAAAAAAAATA/AtPrqMLjaH4/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394355591455378690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyaIDEe8UI/AAAAAAAAATI/G_1RIMJew0E/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StyaIDEe8UI/AAAAAAAAATI/G_1RIMJew0E/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394355916736753986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had krispy kreme donuts as well ;)&lt;br /&gt;from left to right, top to bottom: peanut butter, hersheys cookies and creme, snickers and oreo, chocolate, powdered strawberry, cinnamon with apple filling, new york cheesecake, some chocolate brownie stuff and some other flavour i don't remember. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Stya_ACLmtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/R55dDVPxXKw/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Stya_ACLmtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/R55dDVPxXKw/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394356860814596818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with apple juice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what our room looks like. its BIG, with a king sized bed?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styj7F2EsrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/icH43jzE1L8/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styj7F2EsrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/icH43jzE1L8/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394366689259598514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember why we flipped up those parts of the sheets lol but aniwae, the bed's the width of 3 pillows!! O_O!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StykkNCOB1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/K_8TvsPI2mY/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StykkNCOB1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/K_8TvsPI2mY/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394367395564226386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dresser.. we messed up the room very quickly with all our stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StylVp7iZDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0fiV6OxPIoo/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StylVp7iZDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0fiV6OxPIoo/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394368245134418994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and beside the dresser was a space to put our luggage (i don't know what that type of furniture is called), plus - the other part of the room held the wardrobe and toilet plus a space for our footwear haha. that space looks small but it actually could probably fit our bed in. also, the lighting in the room was a mix of flourescent white lights and orange ones, which was different from the full orange-lighting room that we had before this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the air conditioner, it looks so old skool, but it actually works really well - being v cold and all. i've read tons of reviews of various hotels in manila, and in the pictures that are included with the written reviews, i've noticed that it is common for the air conditioners to be of this old skool kind which i thought was non-existent by now. o.o i was proved wrong :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also did some delightful shopping on friday and saturday with char. got a couple of rompers and a pair of high waist jeans heheh :) char got nothing but rompers - she's caught on to my romper craze!! and while i was shopping at one of the stores, i fell in love with one of the songs that was playing in there. by FM Static, it is Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i've ever posted up lyrics on my blog, but this song caught my attention for some reason, and i've been listening to it for hours haha. The lyrics of a portion of the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember the days we spent together were not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it used to feel like dreamin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except we always woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never thought not having you were would hurt so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need your loving hands to come pick me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can just look up and know the stars are holding you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, good night for tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4497829947540890319?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4497829947540890319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4497829947540890319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4497829947540890319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4497829947540890319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-now-in-manila-with-my-beloved.html' title='i could do all the shopping in the world and that&apos;d be fab, but nothing beats being by his side.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Styvw1lTLAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_C8KNxzB9kU/s72-c/IMG_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8231347724739102546</id><published>2009-10-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:58:27.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toodles!</title><content type='html'>Flying off to Manila this thursday ;) Will be returning next thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8231347724739102546?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8231347724739102546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8231347724739102546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8231347724739102546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8231347724739102546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/toodles.html' title='toodles!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5471839727781955885</id><published>2009-10-12T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:58:04.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A craze is but a phase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a chat with my bro yesterday, where I found myself trying hard to explain why exactly I shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess i ended up with a myriad of reasons that bored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I like to think of indulgence in life as an "I only have one life, so I should live it the best that I can" kinda thing. I've once been told by someone, that when she was younger, there were tons of dresses that she loved and most of which were dresses that could fit her. However, she couldn't afford them, so she couldn't have them. Now that she's older and fatter, she can afford them but she can no longer fit into them. While I would try my best to live life so that I can enjoy what I want to enjoy while I can do so, that isn't exactly the reason why I like to shop and purchase the same dress in multiple colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a way to explain it to my brother nor to myself - that perhaps I shop because I simply enjoy collecting things. A collection of party dresses, rompers, bangles, bird-themed accessories.. who cares if i own the same thing in different colours? What's most important to me is that they are pretty.. and over time, and almost unconsciously, they've become a part of this clothing collection that I absolutely adore. Is wanting to collect clothes the reason why I shop and purchase stuff that I never ever wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that I think I've been through various phases. The preppy phase came first I guess - where scarf and other one-of-a-kind belts that I own adorned my 3/4 length jeans, which were worn along with a favourite baby peach baby tank top (I could never ever find another top in the same shade but it's one that Ailay and I would probably always remember) and white tee shirts - ooh i love them so, but out of 10 tees I own, there's only about 2 that fit perfectly well and out of those 2 only 1 is white -.-). Then there's the pleated and ruffley abercrombie and hollister mini skirts, with grosgrain ribbon sashes and rhinestone pins, or large buttons on a woolen skirt. Preppy Preppy.. OH! and then there were denim overalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, somewhere along the way I probably started wearing dresses. Maybe not STARTED, because I used to wear them a lot when i was a kid. But they made a comeback only in my late teens, so that is a milestone right? haha. Anyway, as I went into dresses, crazes evolving around various themes came and the renmants of those are perhaps stuck into some bits of my dressing today. As such, themes such as vintage are no longer a stranger.. but as for others, such as the formal office look, I'm afraid they've been neglected. For those, it was more of a touch and go thing - high waist skirts, with suspenders, that do not necessarily bring on that totally formal I'm-a-high-flying-career-woman look. I guess, dressing up to me was all about Play. I'm not an office girl, nor do I see myself as one, so playful experimentation with the look was as far as I was willing to go. There was also a craze about dresses and bags with bows.. but this sentence practically sums up what a craze about bows is all about - dresses and bags with bows. :X OH. and accessories too (plastic jappy rings with large bows on 'em - brought those in for myself from taiwan and now the entire world is selling them. boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talkin' so much about clothes that talk about accessories has almost slipped my mind. Hmm.. where should I start? How about my unexplainable connection with rose earrings? I love those in plastic, felt, etc. (but no softies!), even though I hardly ever wear earrings (they get in the way when I'm trying to talk on the phone). Today, I'm still in love with those rose earrings of mine that sit in my pink box of accessories, and I'm glad I bought them in red, white, hot pink, black, and.. if there's anymore I can't remember what colours they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StL1YYu-NeI/AAAAAAAAASg/zwwa81OBfV0/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StL1YYu-NeI/AAAAAAAAASg/zwwa81OBfV0/s320/DSC00505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391641503221036514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pink box of accessories (lid not pictured). It is pretty deep as there's an additional compartment below the one you see, but its completely filled with necklaces etc. I've had to find a separate box to keep my bracelets ever since then. Loads of the accessories in it are hiding as they were not arranged to be showcased, but instead, this picture was taken to show to Ailay the compartmentalised tray that was given with this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in time I was into strawberries and cherries as well (as accessories, and not so much on clothing), and now, I've gone into desserts and pastries with whipped cream, etc. Well anyway, I'm guessing that around the time of strawberries and cherries I started becoming open to the colour of Gold. :X That initial openness has transformed into a liking, and most obviously, a LOVE for it. I love gold so much now that with this absolutely strong preference for it, I am finding it extremely difficult to accept silver :X woops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StMCzqWfaxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/g60qG7GtawI/s1600-h/chen-kuan-hua-img600x450-12051827281641748400-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StMCzqWfaxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/g60qG7GtawI/s320/chen-kuan-hua-img600x450-12051827281641748400-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391656265457822482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love for Gold and Sweet Treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. if i were to go on and on in this post, I probably would never end. There's the craze about volkswagen beetle car bags (in metallic red, red, white, silver, gold, metallic orange, yellow, black - and i still don't have mint green and shimmery-pearl pink!), and another craze on Japanese bra sets that started after I purchased my first leopard print bra with pink lace and trim which cost a BOMB! (before that was the time of sports bras and plain basic cups with halter straps?!?!?!) and another one of Maxi Dresses (before Singaporeans started wearing them as often as the angmohs in Boston did) and yet another craze about Juicy Couture.. OH this seriously just goes on! :X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do stop at though, is the emokid look. I'm afraid i'm still sitting on the fence on that one. Half of me wants to step forward, but the other half feels that the look in my mind is associated too strongly with the emokid. An emokid is a act-punk, black eyeliner-spammed teen whose look I don't buy as one that is genuine. It just looks like they're trying to come out as bold and "cool" in jet black and different from everyone else, but that's what makes them all the same. In my opinion, this is reflected by the balmain studded sandals that they wear, which replaced the gladiator look.. and the heavily fringed and studded tunics and bags that everyone everywhere is sporting now. OH and latex leggings.. etc. etc.!. It's Either that I just can't stop the association of those stuff with emokids, or i'm getting plain old. Is it just me or am i really straying off into the "safe zone"? Having said that, safe is a word that is just so utterly subjective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dress to please oneself - clothes are like second skin. Well of course, unless dressing for the sake of others can make you feel truly comfortable and happy - which I doubt, since you wouldn't then be in your own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 90% of these crazes have ceased to exist, or that they may have faded into some unknown parts of my room, some of 'em have moved into some part of my brain that decides what I fancy or don't fancy in clothes. This just proves to me that a craze is obviously but a phase.. but without them, what would I be? Would I be stuck in preppy clothes that I used to wear 5 years ago? Not that it's a bad thing since Ailay seems to remember that part of me for all the right reasons LOL and I still love white tees. but being stuck possibly means that some part of my brain is not growing in openness of trying out new things and when a craze comes along (this does not refer to a craze for trends because trends aren't always right for everyone), i get hyped up and happy and i am filled with excitement and glee and it makes me have a sense of anticipation for all the newnewnew stuff im going to try on and basically, it's a part of what makes me feel more alive. SHOPPING for new stuff that suit me and that I don't already have just gives me that feeling and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm STILL learning to accept purple, it seems I have found the first item in my entire life that is fully dressed up in lace - a purplish-blue corset dress from TOPSHOP. It is a miracle that I actually have taken a liking to this lacey, purpley, fishscaley, padless yet boned frock. Many thanks to Ailay who sponsored part of the cost as a birthday present :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StL62KeQPsI/AAAAAAAAASo/kIVNRZL2GGQ/s1600-h/lacey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StL62KeQPsI/AAAAAAAAASo/kIVNRZL2GGQ/s320/lacey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391647512347033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've had pads sewn in, I should have a boost! heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and padded dresses are love. Once you discover them, they'll never be termed as a craze, nor would they turn into a phase - they're just a convenience in your wardrobe that you'd find yourself always wanting to have for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5471839727781955885?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5471839727781955885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5471839727781955885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5471839727781955885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5471839727781955885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/craze-is-but-phase.html' title='A craze is but a phase.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StL1YYu-NeI/AAAAAAAAASg/zwwa81OBfV0/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5143725793958125687</id><published>2009-10-07T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:22:00.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's more than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>i was digging into my wardrobe a couple of mornings ago when i found some pieces of clothing that i don't even remember i have.. and obviously those price tags were still on! that's in addition to many other pieces of clothing that i remember i have that still have their price tags on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having this huge headache now cos i have these $40 dresses to clear. zzz. i suppose i might be going for a flea with ailay and jiahui some time in the near or not so near future and putting some of these perfectly brand new clothes up at haji lane at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ABBYTA%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;anyway, my fav looks for Spring Summer '10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SswEsXLIXZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mk4U6_XLbmI/s1600-h/chanelss10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SswEsXLIXZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mk4U6_XLbmI/s320/chanelss10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389688014237097362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from chanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SswF08bmsCI/AAAAAAAAASY/zuL0LWfQuhM/s1600-h/stellamc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SswF08bmsCI/AAAAAAAAASY/zuL0LWfQuhM/s320/stellamc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389689261188886562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stella mccartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white's always been one of my most fav colours.. (i especially love white tees actually) and for some reason i think white gives a clean, breezy look, or even crisp depending on the fabric heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while brown has always been left out of my wardrobe, making its appearance only on bags, i don't deny that it looks good on the smart tailored shorts (with the perfect matching belt) and heck-carish long blouse above. having a love for rompers, i just couldn't leave that baggy white one out. it's something i would wear - because it goes with the kind of thing i like to do - slack, and it looks so simply fuss-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for chanel, i love the white "shirt", red shoes, and gorgeous corsaged bag. to me, its screaming bold and loud in a somewhat discreet way because the white seems to tone down the red and yet those petalled stuff on it makes it different from a regular white shirt that therefore sends a message to my brain - "buy me". the bag too. the corsages lend detail to an otherwise plain bag - which is what made me take a second look its otherwise plainness and decide that the two go well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, unfortunately, as with the words of Edna Woolman Chase, "Fashion can be bought, style one must posess", even if style exists, fashion can and must be bought and so WHERE IS THE MONEY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5143725793958125687?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5143725793958125687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5143725793958125687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5143725793958125687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5143725793958125687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-more-than-meets-eye.html' title='there&apos;s more than meets the eye'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SswEsXLIXZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mk4U6_XLbmI/s72-c/chanelss10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-541882086263789806</id><published>2009-10-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:00:02.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness is an understatement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StMBOn170oI/AAAAAAAAASw/LipmpoBfynw/s1600-h/IMG-22291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StMBOn170oI/AAAAAAAAASw/LipmpoBfynw/s320/IMG-22291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391654529617613442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SsRR5k3DB4I/AAAAAAAAASI/4yxpuGP9eEQ/s1600-h/mdsfile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SsRR5k3DB4I/AAAAAAAAASI/4yxpuGP9eEQ/s400/mdsfile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387521103830910850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was lookin' through my wardrobe this morning and digging through the drawers and all that i have.. i realised that i have clothes that i didn't even remember purchasing until i saw 'em. needless to say, they still had their tags on 'em because i haven't even worn 'em, and so do tons of other pieces of clothing that i remember purchasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a horror, because i have already accumulated at least 60 pieces of clothing that i haven't worn and do not want, and i haven't got any idea on how to get rid of these stuff at the price i paid for 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's just some of 'em, from MDS. dresses and a romper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a couple of options to sell 'em off. either get them off at dirt cheap prices at flea markets and lose 80% of what i paid for 'em, or put them in a retail store and get back 60% of what i paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i'll just have to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am too irritated now to continue blogging now. tried changing the skin but i keep getting an error message. will talk again another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-541882086263789806?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/541882086263789806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=541882086263789806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/541882086263789806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/541882086263789806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/10/madness-is-understatement.html' title='madness is an understatement'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/StMBOn170oI/AAAAAAAAASw/LipmpoBfynw/s72-c/IMG-22291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4897698199434256320</id><published>2009-09-29T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:55:47.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no manila animore?</title><content type='html'>so now that there's a typhoon in manila its highly unlikely that i'll be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4897698199434256320?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4897698199434256320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4897698199434256320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4897698199434256320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4897698199434256320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-manila-animore.html' title='no manila animore?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2793573919070998337</id><published>2009-09-26T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:40:14.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while i'm in the midst of preparing for my stats test...</title><content type='html'>doo and i have been thinking about having me over in manila for a short 5d4n trip before the whole action research proj begins, but he had just informed me that there's been a typhoon over in manila so its flooded and the roads are jammed everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can only wait and see, and hope that the situation improves in time for me to book my flight ;) hopefully the air ticket prices will drop hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;bee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2793573919070998337?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2793573919070998337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2793573919070998337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2793573919070998337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2793573919070998337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-im-in-midst-of-preparing-for-my.html' title='while i&apos;m in the midst of preparing for my stats test...'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-838933761138714570</id><published>2009-09-24T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:17:55.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>store update ;)!</title><content type='html'>just wanted to say.. that i'm so glad tha jiahui and han r enjoyin' the vs body wash i gave to jiahui heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes. the box at haji lane has been updated ;) its now filled with lots of kitsch goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr2G3nSdwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0nZCMmcJAi0/s1600-h/2overview5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr2G3nSdwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0nZCMmcJAi0/s320/2overview5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384886902343235330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitschy kitschy yaya mama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr16jH7G5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ByYThZulM9E/s1600-h/2overview4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr16jH7G5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ByYThZulM9E/s320/2overview4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384886690684541842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from both sides, left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hmm.. what is this?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr2d4RWrPI/AAAAAAAAARM/xg27yyGejXY/s1600-h/blurbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr2d4RWrPI/AAAAAAAAARM/xg27yyGejXY/s320/blurbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384887297656663282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our latest addition! the birdie brooch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr2vQfozFI/AAAAAAAAARU/DJkFNCeIAww/s1600-h/blurbroochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr2vQfozFI/AAAAAAAAARU/DJkFNCeIAww/s320/blurbroochi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384887596216798290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, the bird cage was painstakingly crafted and tweaked and twisted and tooted by doodoo. and the birdie n its cage was attached to the diamante pin by yours truly. with pliers! of which the experience proved to me (for the umpteenth time) that i have poor eye-hand coordination skills :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also added 3 brooches, which aren't on display in my box but are pinned on the clothes that others are selling in the store. if the clothes that i have for sale are in the store as well i'd be sure to pin them on mine cos i already have in mind perfect pieces to match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr-QQ9DM3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5puQxccN7Ko/s1600-h/brooches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr-QQ9DM3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/5puQxccN7Ko/s320/brooches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384895859857240946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. and though i like the nautical, quaint and vintage pearlies theme of each of the brooches, somehow or rather i do not fancy the angle in which this pic was taken because the beautiful, quaint, woolen brooch is actually more unique than the rest. and it isn't as tiny as what the picture pictures it to be :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n finally here's a closer look at all the stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr5_3eImoI/AAAAAAAAARk/-HCawF948WI/s1600-h/2overview3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr5_3eImoI/AAAAAAAAARk/-HCawF948WI/s320/2overview3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384891180092267138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastries.. birdies.. mushroomies.. and the ladybuggeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr6Weo62QI/AAAAAAAAARs/wzt7Tdzyurw/s1600-h/2overview2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr6Weo62QI/AAAAAAAAARs/wzt7Tdzyurw/s320/2overview2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384891568563607810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-838933761138714570?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/838933761138714570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=838933761138714570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/838933761138714570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/838933761138714570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/09/store-update.html' title='store update ;)!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Srr2G3nSdwI/AAAAAAAAARE/0nZCMmcJAi0/s72-c/2overview5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1030706446041460173</id><published>2009-09-20T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:11:33.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my doodoo, and i'm obsessed with rompers.</title><content type='html'>i just blew $105 on a basic dark grey romper that is brandless, but self-designed and sown by some random designer in australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that i have to justify it is the fact that it has a very low scoop back, and ruffles all around collar from the front, and down to the back. PLUS. i am so mad about rompers now that i actually find myself hesitating when looking at dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last week i was chattin' up with mel and as we spoke and tried to come up with words to describe my choices of clothing, i finally found a word that could describe my dressing. contradictory. eg. casual but not too casual, cute but not too cute, feminine but yet one can't exactly say it really is explicitly feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. what a discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, while i'm into rompers and shorts and casual yet not too casual blablas, mom handed me her approx 14-year old gucci shopper tote! XD was never mad about gucci, and this mid 1990s design with the regular gucci monogram in its usual shades of brown and signature striped green-red cloth straps is what i would call a plain tote. but what makes it special to me is that it brings with it all the charm that sentimental goodies bring (at one point in time, mommy used this with love and now she's giving it specially to me! and it's a bag i used to see her carry when i was a kid.), so yes - it shines so very brightly in my heart. i have decided to carry it with my lace-up back shorts and knitted beige tank as soon as i wear those. heheh. i also joked with my brother that if he was a girl (and my sister), my mom would have to find 2 bags so she could give one to each of us :X teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1030706446041460173?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4872526454912242188</id><published>2009-09-19T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:38:01.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ailay T_T</title><content type='html'>i can't help but feel that ailay is one of the amazing peeps i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when she was angry, or perhaps upset, as she had just quarrelled her boyfriend, she still had the "cheek" to grab a couple of pineapple tarts for me, even though i hadn't asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i laughed in disbelief, i felt touched, that even had such a intense moment she thought about me, simply at the sight of a couple of pineapple tarts. and thinking about me is one thing, she even had the drive and determination to bring them home by looking for tissue all around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T if i had been an emo kid i probably would've weeped my eyes and heart out by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4872526454912242188?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4872526454912242188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4872526454912242188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4872526454912242188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4872526454912242188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/09/ailay-tt.html' title='ailay T_T'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8930435665681554781</id><published>2009-09-16T13:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:44:15.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what can i say?</title><content type='html'>for a long, long time, i've not written at all (on this blog) as i've been busy with living a life without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, doo has gone to manila and will be there for the next 3 months or so, so here i am.. back on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been frustrated with my research project.. as there can be so many ups and downs of it within a day. maybe because each time i plunged right down the only way is to go back up. so whenever i go back up it becomes such a joy (and suddenly almost all the apprehension disappears), but the next thing i know is that everything comes plummeting down again. unpredictable as it is, i guess my partner for this project, char, and i are just trying to cope with all that it brings.. and hopefully we'll manage to grapple our way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been cooped up at home a lot on weekdays now. not because i want to, but because there's sth to hand in every day of this week and when there isn't, a test is smiling at me :) being at home allows me to be more active on pet society (while doo takes a break to do other things that he has to), and i guess it made me shop even more online :X life is crazy with a credit card but once you have one, it'll be crazier without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is just a random update of sorts.. as with all other updates here.. so.. doo and i kicked off a box selling accessories at haji lane before he left for manila. that was just about 2 weeks ago.. and i haven't visited since so i am currently unaware of how its doing right now. however, i'll be going down to collect some purchases tomorrow with jiahui :X so perhaps we can take a look then. hmm. so here's a weetle peek of our humble lil bloo box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB2oxoLe9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_S6aVtXNj3E/s1600-h/conceptbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB2oxoLe9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_S6aVtXNj3E/s320/conceptbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381931997596449746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB24YJOlTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/edTFd6mNs0g/s1600-h/birdcage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB24YJOlTI/AAAAAAAAAQk/edTFd6mNs0g/s200/birdcage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381932265633649970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pics are small cos they're for the really interested to click on 'em to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB39yaG9RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ItkUtck3f9I/s1600-h/bicycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB39yaG9RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ItkUtck3f9I/s200/bicycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381933458094748946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waveee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB3NCl_qUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/H7bbNkDMoho/s1600-h/conceptboxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB3NCl_qUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/H7bbNkDMoho/s200/conceptboxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381932620625979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for spotting zee box!&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/11593237-8930435665681554781?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8930435665681554781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8930435665681554781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8930435665681554781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8930435665681554781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-can-i-say.html' title='what can i say?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SrB2oxoLe9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/_S6aVtXNj3E/s72-c/conceptbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-7528425715220598672</id><published>2009-07-31T07:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:44:34.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being greedie.</title><content type='html'>am supposed to be getting dressed for school now but i cannot think of anything suitable to wear or any bag that is good to carry. no juicy for school because i can't bring myself to put it down on the dirty, dusty floor. and instead of continuing to think of what to wear, i am thinking of all my current wants, 90% available only online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- juicy couture charms (of lovebirds, a pave strawberry, a pave corn, and a beehive)&lt;br /&gt;- MORE juicy couture charms (mouse&amp;amp;cheese + mouse trap + love letter + gold bar)&lt;br /&gt;- juicy couture frankie starfish sandals (in all 4 colours, if not 3!!)&lt;br /&gt;- juicy couture admiral's daughter bracelet&lt;br /&gt;- juicy couture cupcake box and earrings/heart locket set&lt;br /&gt;- juicy couture viva la juicy perfume 3.4 fl oz&lt;br /&gt;- 5preview cavour oversized tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get them to me. one by one. or maybe 2 by 2 and 3 by 3. heheheheh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-7528425715220598672?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8249012285510171923</id><published>2009-07-02T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:42:14.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Boston</title><content type='html'>finally i've skipped from june 18th to almost the end of the first of july in boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks have passed, and the amount of shopping i've done is nothing as compared to others (the area under my bed isn't even utilized or filled up yet). however, the amount of $ i've spent on shopping is no less than the others though :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to remember as far as possible about the principle of shopping in boston - to get the things i like regardless of the cost, and not a bunch of cheaper things that i'll live to regret getting because i don't like 'em as much as what i would've been willing to pay more for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just gets kinda tempting to get a whole bunch of stuff when everyone else is spending USD$100 buying 6 USD$15 items and 1 USD$10 item.. and here i am spending twice of that total amount on just one juicy bag. and i want several hairbands so bad but they cost SGD$60 each?!?! i don't even know if i'd wear them actually :X woops~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people think i ought to choose my purchases carefully, thing is - i did. it's a velour, high-maint bag but who cares? it's pretty and i love it. what good is a plain bag with the word "adidas" on it? there aren't any daisies or bows or stripes on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, what jiahui said is true - we'll just end up looking for the stuff we don't have. :X so when i was walking past GAP, aeropostale, old navy, american eagle and etc., i started yawning. literally. the clothes in those stores looked the same. they were all plain, or in predictable floral prints. probably the only things that distinguised the items from each of those stores were colours and logos. as those brands failed to excite me, i was left to look elsewhere. i ended up going to the good ol' trusty abercrombie and hollister where my keen feelings of interest in those brands were sorta re-kindled :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i feel so tempted to dye my hair. two girls in my class just dyed theirs in gorgeous reddish and golden-brown tones, and now i'm wondering if i should dye mine jet black. i always loved that jet black look and i love it even more when i look at my light-black hair. blonde or purple would be a good change though. perhaps i should put photoshop to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes, i haven't uploaded any photos because 1) my sony cybershot's with my brother in singapore and i can't find that gorgeous model in the USA -_- 2) some of the pics i took in boston are either in my thumbdrive or on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, all i have here are words and words make me sleep. been yawning like mad in lectures, to the extent that i feel so paisae about my consecutive yawns especially since i want to listen to what is being said in class. hm. other than going for lectures, we'll be visiting museums, going for arty farty shows, and eating loads of chinese food! there's a chinese restaurant near the school that serves deeliciouss soup and orange-flavoured beef and fresh prawns. it's LOVE and i don't mind paying USD8+ for it even though the portion is like SG's portion. in fact, charlotte and i have not shared anything yet - except for a bowl of mango basil chicken at an indian restaurant. at all other times, we could finish our food. perhaps it's because we eat just 2 meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's too much to sum up in a single blogpost, but here's just a couple of highlights of the previous 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;- visit to a Head Start programme.&lt;br /&gt;- visit to a Bright Horizons programme.&lt;br /&gt;- Life is Good carnival! (our jumpshot photo is displayed in their store on newbury street! woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;- Salem Witch Museum&lt;br /&gt;- John F. Kennedy Museum (watching and reading about his life, all that he inspired and about his assasination just made me so sad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some quotes I liked, found in the John F. Kennedy's Museum:&lt;br /&gt;"safeguard the rights of individuals from all who are against them", which reminds me so much of the importance of inclusion of children and persons with special needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="text3"&gt;Too often we... enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought", which reminds me that it's okay to accept the views of others', but it is crucial that we THINK about what actually makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the following is what inspired Charlotte to purchase a book written by John F. Kennedy - Profiles of Courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In whatever arena of life, one may meet the challenge of courage, whatever may be the sacrifices he faces if he follows his conscience - the loss of his friends, his fortune, his contentment, even the esteem of his fellow men - each man must decide for himself the course he will follow." John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting late here, with a 12 hour difference, so i am going to bed. i'm missing everyone in singapore - family and friends, more than anything else that's available in SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been said that time flies, and i hope that holds true in this case. when i'm back, i'll be just in time for doodoo's 23rd birthday, and i cannot wait for the day when i can see and hug him again. mel would also be back on the 27th of July as well, so that's perfect timing :) loads of stuff to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, with loads of love and my dearest regards,&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8249012285510171923?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8249012285510171923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8249012285510171923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8249012285510171923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8249012285510171923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/07/greetings-from-boston.html' title='Greetings from Boston'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-737876322801221661</id><published>2009-06-29T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:34:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay JUICY &amp; HAPPY</title><content type='html'>the shopping bug had bit me even before i reached boston, as i had already started shopping for stuff online weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my juicy couture striped duffel bag with its matching wristlet is HEREEE~ it's too cute with the girly pink and purple stripes to resist purchasing it! this is just one of the pre-boston purchases that just arrived at my door!!!!!!!!! (or the mailroom downstairs actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Si3HDDBYGMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/agN1l_Hoq1E/s1600-h/juicyduffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Si3HDDBYGMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/agN1l_Hoq1E/s200/juicyduffel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345147187923261634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velour velour velour~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: doodoo hates stripes so he detests this bag&lt;br /&gt;pps: but i love it too much to let it go&lt;br /&gt;ppps: to doodoo: stay juicy and happie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodleloo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-737876322801221661?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/737876322801221661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=737876322801221661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/737876322801221661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/737876322801221661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-juicy-happy.html' title='Stay JUICY &amp; HAPPY'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Si3HDDBYGMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/agN1l_Hoq1E/s72-c/juicyduffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6284244504386810761</id><published>2009-05-30T12:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:24:44.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greedy little paws die hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCylRTTpwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1AR7gpE_MYg/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCylRTTpwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1AR7gpE_MYg/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341465511430694658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCzN3mtvWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-sjld27Xpyc/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCzN3mtvWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-sjld27Xpyc/s320/DSC00237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341466208907410786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with ailay yesterday, and while we were waiting to get a seat in crystal jade, we took photos of xiaoyuan and penpen :D there's more pics of penpen with tenderheart bear, but they're in facebook~ there's like 5-6 of those and i'm too lazy to upload them onto blogger now heehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCwm-VcvNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/khP1aRKpPiQ/s1600-h/paul3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCwm-VcvNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/khP1aRKpPiQ/s200/paul3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341463341675887826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCwsJXHb9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/or5a268rLDM/s1600-h/paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCwsJXHb9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/or5a268rLDM/s200/paul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341463430535016402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abby's new purse alert!!&lt;br /&gt;i can't' decide if this should be used as a wallet or as a clutch, but i love it anyway~ with my favourite colours - gold and pink, it is loud and suggestively money-faced and makes a duh statement for a purse - that's where the $$'s kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw mel came back from NZ for a visit. and we forgot to take pics together. ARGH!! i hope she'll be back soon :( because i have no plans of visiting NZ anywhere in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did import something from NZ though :X a little sheepie toy that says BAAA! where you press its tummy. i fell in love with it when a little australian boy at the school where i'm working at showed it to me. it was so super cute i couldn't resist googling the brand name on the label which i barely could make out. nevertheless, i persisted (goes without saying) and FOUND IT! heeheheheheh... sheepie has been shipped out from nz and is now on its way to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiC0siNZpgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G97XAsjT6KU/s1600-h/sheepie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiC0siNZpgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/G97XAsjT6KU/s320/sheepie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341467835251664386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say i purchased the largest one cos it's fatter and therefore more cuddly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6284244504386810761?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6284244504386810761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6284244504386810761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6284244504386810761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6284244504386810761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/05/greedy-little-paws-die-hard.html' title='greedy little paws die hard.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SiCylRTTpwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1AR7gpE_MYg/s72-c/DSC00236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1224467008372902605</id><published>2009-05-01T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:37:50.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a juicy for every day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJyfHg2DgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yFg7A2nwIP0/s1600-h/keyfobring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJyfHg2DgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yFg7A2nwIP0/s320/keyfobring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332950787678408194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juicy is royalty.&lt;br /&gt;matching oversized key fob and ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret not using my cybershot X_X. why did in the world did i use my phone camera?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJx0CbxpRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wcxOwB6JzUU/s1600-h/juicylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJx0CbxpRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wcxOwB6JzUU/s320/juicylove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332950047580595474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, plush smocked dresses/rompers in velour/terry are love!!!&lt;br /&gt;especially with each outfit of a different colour for every day :) there's SUNset, MONday blues and WED pink when i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJxemUmSzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gE4hqMM2skY/s1600-h/juicymo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJxemUmSzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gE4hqMM2skY/s320/juicymo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332949679257045810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;domomomo loves 'em all very  much too :)&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately he's having a frustrating time playing hide and seek behind these juicy outfits :X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJxHlH_ivI/AAAAAAAAAPM/U_kDV4i1UMY/s1600-h/juicychoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJxHlH_ivI/AAAAAAAAAPM/U_kDV4i1UMY/s320/juicychoose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332949283798747890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember... ALWAYS choose JUICY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo~&lt;br /&gt;the juicy bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if you were guessing, yes - it is a juicy shoebox in the last picture :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1224467008372902605?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1224467008372902605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1224467008372902605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1224467008372902605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1224467008372902605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-juicy-for-every-day.html' title='there&apos;s a juicy for every day.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SgJyfHg2DgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yFg7A2nwIP0/s72-c/keyfobring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-76508865193325154</id><published>2009-04-25T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:53:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the stateS!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i can imagine myself jumping up and down if i were talking to doodoo face to face in real life about the factory outlet in MA that i'm planning to visit when i'm in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i chanced upon the freaking website of the place and started yabbling on and on nonsensically (to doodoo) about all the brands and stuff tt i'm gonna get while shopping there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't even know when to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll start with juicy - feedback from jiahui tells me the discount at their factory outlet is poor and miserly, like 15%. and feedback from others online who have written reviews about the entire factory outlet mall did mention sth about juicy having neglible discounts T_T with advice given that shopping at department stores or the factory outlets for department stores would most probably get me a better deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next: ralph lauren and juicy couture are both located at the same streets in MA. i am so happy because i imagined myself walking (or probably BOUNCING) down the street in excitement as i hop from one store to the next after taking critical glances at them to decide which ones to enter first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have decided to use the magic words which juicy has on their website, in order to get a 20% discount off a min. purchase of $200 from their original retail stores and boutiques instead. :D which i exclaimed to doodoo should be fairly easy or reasonably easy to reach - i just need to grab their perfume, bath soak, shampoo and all those kinda things, and hopefully charlotte'll get some wowowear to help me to hit the $200. better still if they have the daydreamer i want. i'll go past the 200 mark instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i discovered they have a factory outlet for ferragamo shoes and ralph lauren kidswear (which i feel have dresses that are of a great cut suitable even for adults!). HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also adidas shoes.. kate spade accessories, barneys and saks!! WOOOOOOOT!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention the place is so huge (yes jiahui u're right! i doubt i can finish shopping in a day when its THERE!)? every shop is like the size of 3 units of local shophouses joined together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess because of that i also told doodoo that if us cabs were cheap i'd hire one with 3 friends the moment i put  my bags down in the dorm, and if they're going to have some kinda briefing when we arrive at the dorm, which i'm sure they'll have, i won't be able to pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's when my friends come in :) they can be my ears when i need them the most but am unable to bring myself to use them. its mind over matter always, so when my mind is set on shopping, nothing else matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-76508865193325154?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/76508865193325154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=76508865193325154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/76508865193325154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/76508865193325154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-states.html' title='to the stateS!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8857801402203705368</id><published>2009-04-15T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:29:58.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it with JUICY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SeTJfEsTSWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4Mbed5N2ur8/s1600-h/juicysays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324602195131451746" style="width: 400px; height: 191px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SeTJfEsTSWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4Mbed5N2ur8/s400/juicysays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what juicy charms can say about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love to watch movies&lt;br /&gt;i keep my jewellery in a pink box&lt;br /&gt;i play the piano&lt;br /&gt;i love desserts&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes are sweet&lt;br /&gt;i have friends who bowl and dance ballet&lt;br /&gt;i love candy&lt;br /&gt;i can never wait for christmas to be here&lt;br /&gt;receiving mail is exciting&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to paris&lt;br /&gt;i love to travel&lt;br /&gt;i like certain types of vegetables&lt;br /&gt;i love bananas, especially the fat kind!&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could wear boots here in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;i am a procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;i like getting handwritten letters&lt;br /&gt;coconuts are one of my favourite things in this world&lt;br /&gt;so is chocolate fondue&lt;br /&gt;cabbing around feels like a luxury&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy listening to music&lt;br /&gt;i am selective about my liking for flowers, but bouquets of my favourite ones can be oh so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;i drink martinis very occassionally&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to attend THE TEA PARTY&lt;br /&gt;i want to see a snowflake in real life&lt;br /&gt;i like getting my hair done :)&lt;br /&gt;i love juicy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8857801402203705368?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8857801402203705368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8857801402203705368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8857801402203705368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8857801402203705368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-it-with-juicy.html' title='say it with JUICY'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SeTJfEsTSWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4Mbed5N2ur8/s72-c/juicysays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6407513981205256841</id><published>2009-04-13T17:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:09:33.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greedy little paws always get greedier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLEIWzff1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/HNxwbbT4YmI/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLEIWzff1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/HNxwbbT4YmI/s200/DSC00069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328536956972269394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new espadrilles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dinner last fri at carnivore at chijmes. the meat was much saltier than the ones doo and i were used to having at vivocity. nevertheless, i still enjoyed the meal :P especially since there was chocolate banana cake for dessert since it was angeline's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also caught "the knowing" that evening, which was a movie with a DUH ending. :( and on sunday,we went with the rest to tampines one, the new mall, where uniqlo resides. nothing caught my interest, except for this necklace from TOPSHOP which i had to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i a psychedelic harajuku lover?&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, it keeps me in the mood for brights!&lt;br /&gt;they bright up my juicy basics too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLDsqnpMCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kAynu-qS-k8/s1600-h/DSC000671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLDsqnpMCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/kAynu-qS-k8/s320/DSC000671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328536481254944802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i am still in love with the candyfloss pink of my one and only juicy ring. the shade of pink changes and is dependent on the brightness of the light that shines on it. i managed to catch this pink on a sunny day, and these pics are taken without flash so the gold looks a lil dull :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLEW3QdcFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hIa6uXvbv4A/s1600-h/DSC000730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLEW3QdcFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hIa6uXvbv4A/s320/DSC000730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328537206201872466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLEkFMpzRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y0KBMMi1XWM/s1600-h/DSC0007300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLEkFMpzRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y0KBMMi1XWM/s320/DSC0007300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328537433282301202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SeMJBjoybNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Nl2Y8NjkP6Y/s1600-h/juicyring3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324109106832895186" style="width: 200px; height: 130px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SeMJBjoybNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Nl2Y8NjkP6Y/s200/juicyring3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;the gorgeous bow by the side. pave setting ensures that there are no gaps in between the gems. most importantly, the cubic zirconia heart is not easily scratched, which is fabulous :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SeMIIsON38I/AAAAAAAAAOA/qCjijwwYwBg/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324108129884823490" style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SeMIIsON38I/AAAAAAAAAOA/qCjijwwYwBg/s200/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i feel like a princess when look at this ring from this view. it makes it look like a huge crown. plus each of the 5 prongs are crystallised, which makes this a pampering piece to own.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have also received my juicy smocked romper and two juicy swimsuits and heart-print flip flops. i love 'em all, and can't get to lay my hands on more of their their velour and terry smocked tube dresses plus pink leather sunglasses casing and a daydreamer and everything else and and and! (hopefully a computer mouse and some pretty charms when i get to the states). heeheehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6407513981205256841?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6407513981205256841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6407513981205256841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6407513981205256841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6407513981205256841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/04/greedy-little-paws-always-get-greedier.html' title='greedy little paws always get greedier'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SfLEIWzff1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/HNxwbbT4YmI/s72-c/DSC00069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3129549255024377742</id><published>2009-04-09T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:39:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings for last week and this week</title><content type='html'>can't remember everything that's been happening.. but as long as i'm having a good time (admist all my assignments), all's fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week&lt;br /&gt;1. heavy purchases of juicy couture's basic smocked dresses in several colours.&lt;br /&gt;2. presentation of jiahui's present - a vintage-feel matte-gold bow ring (which made me happy cos it made her happy)&lt;br /&gt;3. an april fool's i wished i'd never ever have to mention again.&lt;br /&gt;4. watched confessions of a shopaholic twice. i love the clothes and the changed storyline. but i still wish that the scarf was in its original "enchanting" grey version as written in the book because it would've been so fun to see how a grey scarf would be matched with everything and anything, as compared with the scarf that was used instead, in my favourite rich, luscious, easy-to-match shade of green.&lt;br /&gt;5. been wishing that the lv lime green corset and lanvin purple ruffle dress would someday be mine along with her gorgeous coats.&lt;br /&gt;6. my professional teacher portfolio is finally complete and so is the interview that is in relation to it.&lt;br /&gt;7. am missing salsa even though i think i'm bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week&lt;br /&gt;1. worrying about IT assignments.&lt;br /&gt;2. watched departures with doodoo and i teared.&lt;br /&gt;3. went from shopping to shopless with Ailay.&lt;br /&gt;4. got my MAGNUM thumb drive! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;5. still wishing for that juicy couture daisy print daydreamer in buttercup.&lt;br /&gt;6. angeline's birthday dinner at &lt;a href="mailto:carnivore@chijmes"&gt;carnivore@chijmes&lt;/a&gt; this friday evening. i hope they'll serve the delectable deeweeliciouss fish. *drools~~~*&lt;br /&gt;7. -to be filled-.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3129549255024377742?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3129549255024377742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3129549255024377742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3129549255024377742'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8236047612498918543</id><published>2009-03-21T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:02:08.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma soon-to-be minority</title><content type='html'>it's getting crazy these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and scary of course.. that as a Singaporean, i now feel like a minority considering i've boarded a bus where the number of locals can be counted (and 90% of the peeps on the bus are foreignors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing against them, but i'm feeling rather alienated considering this is the place i grew up in, and it takes a little getting used to to see ever so often that there's just me and about 5 other locals on a packed bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if my memory doesn't fail me, 1.5m out of the 4.8m peeps in singapore are foreignors. gasp gasp gasp until i am used to gasping and won't gasp anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8236047612498918543?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8236047612498918543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8236047612498918543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8236047612498918543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8236047612498918543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-minority.html' title='imma soon-to-be minority'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1925864563362682251</id><published>2009-03-09T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:36:19.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bling's in the ring.</title><content type='html'>i just received some new high-waist outfits that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) doodoo thinks is weird because it makes my hips look so low but yet at the same time he once said that high waist outfits make it seem as if i have a short torso - which i cannot have if i have low hips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) make me have a flat-butt effect. i don't really care about this except in school where people keep talking about butts, and butts that are too big or too flat attract a lot of undesireable slapattention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) i love a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, despite my love for high waist outfits (shorts, pants and baggy figureless onesies), nothing curbs the juicy addiction. i can no longer remember how many years ago this craze started, but what's most important is that i still love it cos they keep churning out lovely stuff in so many colours that i cannot decide which to get, that they do not carry in the local boutique :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SbT3iI3e_vI/AAAAAAAAANw/DRINvOzCgi8/s1600-h/JUICY-WP478_V1-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311142026444472050" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SbT3iI3e_vI/AAAAAAAAANw/DRINvOzCgi8/s200/JUICY-WP478_V1-BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SbT4Dj1lPOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HKyEN37sCTs/s1600-h/149771310_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311142600619932898" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SbT4Dj1lPOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HKyEN37sCTs/s200/149771310_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cannot get enough of this ring. in one of my previous posts, a similar design was featured, but in the oversized key fob version. this one here can be worn on the finger, and i want it so cos it's so freaking pretty. the details in this can kill as the prongs that hold the pink heart in place are fully encrusted from tip to toe in crystals, and so is the gold ring itself. what a DARLING!!! another must-have for me. i really want it and i want to kiss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to indulge.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, school wise, there's been loads of gay stories i've been hearing from the les. interesting, and sometimes cheekily and funnily out of my world. at other times things get a little suggestive... but even that's ok, because it doesn't hurt to just listen i suppose though i don't always know how to respond because i'm not in their shoes. it's too much to elaborate on at this point in time.. so perhaps i'll leave that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm in for a talk in shenton way.. and at the heart of raffles place lies a well-liked pineapple tart store which i'm just not sure if i should be venturing into because i might just come out of it with bags full of tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should visit substance for some shoerapy :) suddenly with this change of venue of classes i feel like school isn't boring anymore because i get to go to my fav places and eat my fav things within a 5min walking distance? :D it's bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SbT3iI3e_vI/AAAAAAAAANw/DRINvOzCgi8/s72-c/JUICY-WP478_V1-BIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-979472645386698726</id><published>2009-03-06T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:40:03.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no b for bee.</title><content type='html'>is agnes b. for school girls the coach for office ladies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the use of their bags is so widespread it's getting irritating because i can't find the beauty in a plain cheap-china-polyester bag with a simple b. imprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply can't understand what is the whole hoo-haa about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3163190375562393997</id><published>2009-02-28T03:19:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:05:09.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the battle between pink and yellow begins</title><content type='html'>in my madness, i do not understand how anyone could look at this JUICY picture and not want any of the items in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Sag-GZuVjRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2XRvc4AK85Q/s1600-h/_5757061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307560440561503506" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/Sag-GZuVjRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2XRvc4AK85Q/s200/_5757061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahP8Hey2fI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fPuX6b3KCQg/s1600-h/juicyband.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307580055075084786" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahP8Hey2fI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fPuX6b3KCQg/s200/juicyband.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahKYL6XUOI/AAAAAAAAANI/mCx975eKYj0/s1600-h/juicymaldives.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307573940231033058" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahKYL6XUOI/AAAAAAAAANI/mCx975eKYj0/s200/juicymaldives.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahKA_aFy0I/AAAAAAAAANA/IUhGy0AArDc/s1600-h/juicydaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307573541737450306" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahKA_aFy0I/AAAAAAAAANA/IUhGy0AArDc/s200/juicydaisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i for one, now want a strapless swimsuit dress in white or pink with the ruffle hem, a daydreamer with daisies or strawberries, a pair of 5120s, a large beach tote with its matching towel in maldives (yellow) or nardles (baby pink) and with rope, flower corsage and ribbon details, an lv inclusion bracelet because i don't know how they stuck all those pretty gold stuff inside a bracelet, a pink diamond ring key fob and a pair of heart wedge-flipflops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahCzUeXUpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xz3DBf0536Q/s1600-h/juicyring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307565610292957842" style="WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahCzUeXUpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xz3DBf0536Q/s200/juicyring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahE4tXEoEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4rUzS_vuttQ/s1600-h/annasuyoung-img480x360-1229733915324505732e-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307567901895860290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahE4tXEoEI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4rUzS_vuttQ/s200/annasuyoung-img480x360-1229733915324505732e-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahTsrsaHgI/AAAAAAAAANo/KTeVNpEKY0s/s1600-h/juicywhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307584187964464642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahTsrsaHgI/AAAAAAAAANo/KTeVNpEKY0s/s200/juicywhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahTfQFRbOI/AAAAAAAAANg/S6YbRyw3eTo/s1600-h/JUICY-WY356_V1-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307583957214260450" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahTfQFRbOI/AAAAAAAAANg/S6YbRyw3eTo/s200/JUICY-WY356_V1-BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahJw3xNQUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XJahu9p0p3I/s1600-h/juicynardles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307573264809017666" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahJw3xNQUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XJahu9p0p3I/s200/juicynardles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahTURtht7I/AAAAAAAAANY/5W8MJEEnGms/s1600-h/juicyshirred.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307583768672974770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SahTURtht7I/AAAAAAAAANY/5W8MJEEnGms/s200/juicyshirred.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the pink and yellow of summer is driving the black and navy out of my closet. i always feel deprived of brights during this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my previous post i had forgotten to mention how my mind went crazy and my eyes went blind for a moment or two when they accidentally caught sight of the shiny gold (yes shiny shiny gold, not matte!) jewellery boxes at the juicy store. i HAD TO take second glimpses, followed by third glances and fourth stares at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point in time, i'm so engrossed in being mad that i strongly feel that anyone would be mad to call me mad. except the mad one herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3163190375562393997?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3163190375562393997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3163190375562393997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wooshy plooshy~</title><content type='html'>the anticipation of stepping into a juicy couture store made ailay and i so breathless that we had to hold on to each other's arms and take a deep breath before stepping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shop was full of VELOUR and terry and pinky-cheery goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it welcomed us with some plump, red lips on the display. red and plump and juicy like the lip balm case from vs rebecca got for me for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderous sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking of juicy now.. i've loved it for years.. but not everyone knows that. well it doesn't really matter.. as long as i know that haha :X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already planning what juicy stuff i want to get from boston. :X *yes i've been looking for a perfect daydreamer for ages now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is quite surprising considering i'm not looking forward to the trip.. AND the bonding workshop that apparently, is going to happen just before we fly off. which totally SUCKS because i don't want to spend my "last few days" in singapore with the people i am going to sleep and eat and breathe the boston air with. i want to spend it with the people i am not going to see for 5 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is, nobody seems to understand that. everyone else is hippity-hoppity excited about the fact that it is a RESIDENTIAL workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not me. i just want to stay home and cuddle myself to sleep with thoughts of doodoo and domo and juicy goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-989970161525336238?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/989970161525336238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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only be doing a couple of things over the past 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;eating&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;meeting doodoo&lt;br /&gt;going to school&lt;br /&gt;working on my countless assignments&lt;br /&gt;shopping online&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much to domo's dismay, because i hardly had time to even hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never in my life have i felt lucky to have just 3 hours of sleep each night, and never in my entire life have i viewed being able to have 6 hours of sleep per night as luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something tells me for once, i value sleep, and that i'm growing old because staying up is a chore now, as opposed to maybe.. 5 years ago? whoever said old people need less sleep didn't know what the new meaning of old was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well, my one week break from the past 6 weeks of school is almost over, and i'm DREADING school more than ever all because of a particular module that i have to take :( i shan't elaborate on it because it'll only make me more unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i want to talk about chanel sunglasses, vintage frocks, playsuits, rompers, blabla, and glorious bags to have along with floral skirts, surprisingly basic tanks, and a leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list is neverending, as you might've already guessed. and i think my brother is appalled at that fact because he just asked me this afternoon "how come you always have endless places (online retailers) to shop at?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought of it that way though. i just always felt that i never have enough clothes, and there's never enough places to shop at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4224236782022005537?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-9062333798341918685</id><published>2009-02-04T22:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:29:08.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sudden interest in vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SYmgnvCI3tI/AAAAAAAAALY/YLby055gako/s1600-h/220062364_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943041078877906" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SYmgnvCI3tI/AAAAAAAAALY/YLby055gako/s200/220062364_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SYmgvsGn1wI/AAAAAAAAALg/KZZMl31NrWA/s1600-h/221360949_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943177731331842" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SYmgvsGn1wI/AAAAAAAAALg/KZZMl31NrWA/s200/221360949_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SYmgiC0HlwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iPwZQtEviys/s1600-h/0760_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298942943309567746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SYmgiC0HlwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/iPwZQtEviys/s200/0760_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is coming and i've just gotten into the mood for dark colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right, top to bottom: Lace Bandage Dress, Navy Bubble Dress, Dooney and Bourke Purse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-9062333798341918685?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SYmgnvCI3tI/AAAAAAAAALY/YLby055gako/s72-c/220062364_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3077873629627474365</id><published>2009-01-15T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:01:08.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO TO SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>tomorrow doo and i meet ailae for shopping :D lovelovelove! i'm just so happy that.. FINALLY, my second weekend since school started is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SW8yPz09c-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/eboLofmqy9g/s1600-h/n606705054_5474881_8267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291503334375388130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SW8yPz09c-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/eboLofmqy9g/s320/n606705054_5474881_8267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the enthusiasm i had in me last semester seems to have faded away during the loooong 3-month holiday i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SW8yafPCsWI/AAAAAAAAALA/7tQCG45iByM/s1600-h/n606705054_5474892_891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291503517826199906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SW8yafPCsWI/AAAAAAAAALA/7tQCG45iByM/s320/n606705054_5474892_891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outdated, but still, here's us at Chek Jawa on our 'environmental' field trip (taken during those more-enthu days). i miss the choo char there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well, till next time, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3077873629627474365?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3077873629627474365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3077873629627474365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3077873629627474365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3077873629627474365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/01/boo-to-school.html' title='BOO TO SCHOOL'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SW8yPz09c-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/eboLofmqy9g/s72-c/n606705054_5474881_8267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6999709204014616461</id><published>2009-01-14T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:01:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a panda is born</title><content type='html'>i would consider myself lucky to get 3 hours of sleep per night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and getting 6 hours of sleep in one night would be considered a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally speaking, hello panda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6999709204014616461?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6999709204014616461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6999709204014616461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6999709204014616461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6999709204014616461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/01/panda-is-born.html' title='a panda is born'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-9088573108571180411</id><published>2009-01-07T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:38:50.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN IS THE TERM BREAK COMING?</title><content type='html'>i have been way too lazy to blog about xmas and etc because i've been happily enjoying myself to the FULLest during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my xmas celebration with doo at carnivore was fab.. the food was fab fab fab .. i loved the fish and i miss it ;( xmas celebration at home meant we had turkey and ham and christmas pudding and ice cream and cheesecake. i love all of those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so because i was so busy being happy.. i was too lazy to blog about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, i have decided to make a come back because school has started - and while i'm seeking an outlet for complaints (one of my de-stressors), i realised my blog's waiting to be alive once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here i am. waiting (or dreading) to start my third day of class.. with 5 essays to hand in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have been moody since the first day of class because i KNOW that i have so much work to do, and yet can only manage a maximum of 6 hours of sleep per school night (well actually just 3 for tonight). class is not from 9am to 5pm. it is from 9am to 5pm, and 130am to 730am daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am struggling to breathe beneath the workload that i wish were just empty "assignment descriptors".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God i just have a year and a half more to go. I don't think i regret not taking up four-year courses now, but let's wait till I start working again to see if i change my mind :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;more importantly, for some reason, or a couple of others, i am not looking forward to leaving for Boston at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead, what i look forward to everyday now is the day when i can don all my outing clothes (God, this term still exists?!) and get my hands on a pair of Chanel 5018s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SWOWI8Fne9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1bMozlcL01k/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288235467775900626" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SWOWI8Fne9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1bMozlcL01k/s320/00060m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-9088573108571180411?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/9088573108571180411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=9088573108571180411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/9088573108571180411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/9088573108571180411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-is-term-break-coming.html' title='WHEN IS THE TERM BREAK COMING?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SWOWI8Fne9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1bMozlcL01k/s72-c/00060m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-9109187847655304990</id><published>2008-12-22T02:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:41:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i already in the mood for a picnic in spring-summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SU6RX0KWiFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-fnxIVmaYhs/s1600-h/roseborder4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282319251277252690" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SU6RX0KWiFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-fnxIVmaYhs/s320/roseborder4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have gone mad over a floral-elaborate dress and i think it is the first time in my life that this is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so mad that i smile to myself (like when one's in love and thinking of his/her other half) whenever i think of holding it and then wearing it - even though i know i have an obsession with this soon-to-be posession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thought of that dress chases away whatever blue feelings i may have. and i am already planning the shoes, accessories (bag, shades, and belt) and jewllery (gold gold gold) to match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;needless to say, i am anticipating its arrival. they say good things and lovely things and terrific things and gorgeous things are worth waiting for - so i'm afraid i don't have much of a choice :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hopefully it will arrive along with a poker-print frill satin thong from topshop that looks so skirty and is already sold out in the local stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SU6OWD_hsYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fFQB7DlHi0A/s1600-h/poker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282315922632192386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SU6OWD_hsYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fFQB7DlHi0A/s320/poker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me likee :) because it's satin and skirty and playfully-poker printed with hearts and diamonds and spades which me considers as a rarity as compared with the usual cotton or chiffon stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine my dismay when i hesitated on purchasing it in my size and then changed my mind 2 hours later only to realise it was already GONE. and calls and visits to other branches left me feeling disappointed and upset. T_T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the current madness for wearables, as i've noticed, does not consist of accessories or tank tops or striped dresses or preppy jackets - it consists instead, of all things in blue with red prints or satin (a material which i previously resisted cos i felt i had to be ultra-careful to ensure i didn't look like i was wearing pajamas). i wonder how long this fad of mine'll last, considering that in the past 2 weeks or so i have just bought a blue satin dress, navy chiffon dress with red ribbon prints, a blue maxi dress, black shoes with navy ribbons, turquoise-mustard funk wedges, and possibly other blooish stuff which ain't at the memory of my fingertips at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bloo is love for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-9109187847655304990?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' 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too often? if women go for mammograms faithfully (once every 2 years), would the exposure to that amount of radiation increase the chance of developing cancer cells?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5199052830979434343?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5199052830979434343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5199052830979434343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5199052830979434343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5199052830979434343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-thoughts-while-tasting-dallas.html' title='my thoughts while tasting Dallas Chicken...'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6029848646648747194</id><published>2008-12-14T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:16:33.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tea with xiaobin, momo, ailae and doodoo.</title><content type='html'>ailay and i brought xiaobin and domo out for an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D whee~ domo has 2 new friends.. and one of whom (Ailay) was extremely thrilled to get to know him. from his ending-with-'ah'-sounds-language to his animated actions.. i think ailay kinda loved 'em all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is officially nicknamed as domo's nanny because she is more than willing to carry him for me while i shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i sometimes felt as if people would think we're crazy to be talking to and with each other's stuffed toys.. but when you have a friend to be crazy with you and your loved ones, which in this case of mine is domomomo, what people think doesn't really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6029848646648747194?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6029848646648747194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6029848646648747194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6029848646648747194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6029848646648747194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/12/tea-with-xiaobin-momo-ailae-and-doodoo.html' title='tea with xiaobin, momo, ailae and doodoo.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5113672530508432007</id><published>2008-12-12T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:30:16.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that i've stopped working full-time, i have time for books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back to reading sophie kinsella (while waiting for jodi piccoult's 2009 release to be out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've completed the shopaholic series, i've decided to read some of her other books, other than "remember me?". so i've embarked on "can you keep a secret?" and have finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is wonderful.. as when i hit the middle of the book, i was laughing A LOT. heehee! the thing with a chick lit like this is.. it makes me wish that the main man described in the book exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if he does.. fairytales wouldn't exist. and i'd say sophie kinsella's books are the modern-day fairytales. girl meets guy. guy turns out to be mr rich mr gentle mr caring mr nice mr prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, several aspects of the book (eg. daily conversations) seem so real and perfect that it becomes a joy to read. and i'm yearning for more (which means i need to head down to the book store ASAP!). and i happen to be doing so this afternoon, with ailay and xiaobin and momo and doodoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are nerds! heheE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5113672530508432007?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5113672530508432007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5113672530508432007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5113672530508432007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5113672530508432007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-that-ive-stopped-working-full-time.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1142351512788344316</id><published>2008-12-11T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:51:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird turn-arounds.</title><content type='html'>instead of shopping, ailay and i seem to be spending more and more time on gastronomia instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we discovered a little place with cooshy carpets and cushions where you can get milo and honey lemon drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we're into crispy waffles, crumble pies, chocolate and lychee martini ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X_X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping wise - i decided i want to get a new hair accessory for fun's sake. and so i did - only it was exceptional and unexpected. i got myself (and so did ailay for herself) hat hair-pins. updates with pictures soon - when i'm feeling cute. by the way, the purple hat hairpins are so cute, i want to get a couple more of them in other colours. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i bought a dress on impulse as well. a mini floral printed number, with little PURPLE things that make me feel so insecure because as much as those tiny floral prints look sooooo freaking sweet, i think that they make me look huge in comparison. besides the size of the prints, could anyone imagine me wearing purple? PURPLE - my supposedly most-detested colour EVER. not to mention, even the hat hairpin's purple too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell if i'm getting old - old enough to be able to accept purple now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had dance class yesterday. class started late cos our dance teacher left his keys in his office and had to run back to get them (yes i doubt he makes a living out of teaching dance, but sometimes it's better to teach it simply for the love of it). when he came back, and turned his back to us when the class started, my jaw dropped and so did Ailay's. because he was thoroughly sweated up from lower spine to upper back. apparently, ailay, doodoo and eric noticed his tattoo.. which i think i might have, but have chosen to ignore it to the point of forgetting entirely about what i had witnessed - because i can't even remember what design he had. perhaps, i was too focussed on picking up on the turns and box-steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salsa's tempo is getting faster and more exciting. i don't want to quit it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i seriously and honestly wish i had dance classes more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1142351512788344316?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1142351512788344316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1142351512788344316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1142351512788344316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1142351512788344316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird-turn-arounds.html' title='weird turn-arounds.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2275930677543358671</id><published>2008-12-10T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:16:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mememememe...</title><content type='html'>just a couple of things that make me so excited that i can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) today i received through the mail the new leggings i ordered and i can't wait to wear 'em. i've never had checks on my legs for as long as i can remember, so i hope it works out well.&lt;br /&gt;2) i still have not received my ralph lauren polo dress in pink, which leads to much unrest, dismay, and worry.&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm meeting ailay in 14.5 hours from now to go to haji lane!&lt;br /&gt;4) i've been looking at catalogues and stuff and i'm expecting myself to purchase a couple more dresses online before christmas comes (or actually, the moment they're launched - i can't wait!).&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm still day-dreaming about my dream purse: the chanel 2.55 in classic, timeless black-gold, or in a chi-chi pink-gold combination.&lt;br /&gt;6) i'm wondering when doodoo'll make me a "hi" necklace. hello?&lt;br /&gt;7) when will my navy-black leopard hoodie and shorts set plus my black bra set (adorned with bling and bling and blingbling) arrive?&lt;br /&gt;8) i want that Out Of Stock asos dress badly.&lt;br /&gt;9) christmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;10) 10 things ain't "a few things" to be excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitenite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2275930677543358671?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2275930677543358671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2275930677543358671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2275930677543358671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2275930677543358671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/12/mememememe.html' title='mememememe...'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5484293149315207024</id><published>2008-12-08T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:15:23.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss dance.</title><content type='html'>doo, eric, ailay and i skipped dance on wednesday (leaving me with much regret and guilt because i've been looking forward to dance since God knows when).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric wanted to spend more time with his grandma who'll be flying back to Hong Kong soon.. and doo and i were going to The Arena for the launch of Jeffrey Chung's 2009 calendar - which was filled with pictures of girls in bikinis. well, there were bikinis of every kind - set to appeal to all sorts of men with different tastes from one another. well, as they say, one man's meat is another man's poison. so the whole concept was quite smart (though not necessarily appealing to me, but nevermind, cos i'm not their target audience). the main theme was retro - but you can find bikinis that are cheena retro, candy-pop retro, really-beach retro, slut-retro, disco-retro and etc etc. in the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, neither the girls nor the bikinis impressed me much. none were unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then again, what was i expecting? (with the big hoo-haa about those calendars being given out only during the event and with the limited quantity of 1000 and all, i think i was deluded and expected something more exquisite to match with the idea of exclusive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so doo and i spent the night sitting at a bar, people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was the office crowd.&lt;br /&gt;the loners.&lt;br /&gt;the couples.&lt;br /&gt;the groups of mid-to-late twenty-somethings.&lt;br /&gt;the not-yet-18s who were disgustingly taking photos of themselves clubbing. (which i know are going to end up on somebody's blog and i so do not see what's the big deal of putting up such stuff). does it really look glam and hot as they drink and dance their life away on one little spot? i think i'm getting old. but nevertheless, this is living proof of how hotness and desireability of a woman is measured superficially by how she dances, or how slim she is. unfortunately, the world has gotten really cheap in this way, and yet expensive in another: the endless-beauty-fixes-please! kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clubbing stuff has been going on in sg for such a long time now that all this is now a cliche actually. nothing surprising to everyone, yet for a slice of what my wednesday's night was like - yea it is this "normality" which took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, after that one night, i think i would still stick to my own stand:&lt;br /&gt;if you can't drink and you can't dance, don't club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5484293149315207024?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5484293149315207024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5484293149315207024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5484293149315207024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5484293149315207024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-dance.html' title='i miss dance.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2477721402305454910</id><published>2008-12-06T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:13:13.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission: Accomplished.</title><content type='html'>Finally, doo, unknown and i got to celebrate Ailay's 22nd bdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We prepared 22 presents to mark her age. (And this is the first time i've ever done this for anyone. i'd suggest that if you're thinking of doing so, do it soon, before the person gets really old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the birthday list with thoughtful messages mostly prepared by doodoo (thoughtful because we had intentions to tease and provoke):&lt;br /&gt;1. Pearl Bracelet – They say pearls make a person looks elegant... LOOK ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;2. Purple Pearl Earrings – We always believe in being complete so gotta match above…&lt;br /&gt;3. Anchor Necklace – Hey, we know it doesn’t match the pearls, but you are anchored to us, baby!&lt;br /&gt;4. Puffy-Furry Lingerie – Kinky encounter for whoever is the lucky one to see you in them!&lt;br /&gt;5. Card – Of course, Hand written, heart-felt note from us! One and only in the world!&lt;br /&gt;6. My Melody Handphone Strap – Act cute with it… Okay, TRY to act cute with it…&lt;br /&gt;7. Cake Towel – You don’t really think we are going to give you a real cake, aye?&lt;br /&gt;8. Red Hot Floral Flip-Flops – Pi-Piak, Pi-Piak? Don’t walk like an auntie in them!&lt;br /&gt;9. Monopoly Water Works Tee – Do not pass go, Do not collect… Oops!&lt;br /&gt;10. Soft toy – We are just giving you another excuse to talk to them…&lt;br /&gt;11. Kenzo Perfume Miniature – Making you gian to buy a big bottle...&lt;br /&gt;12. Classic Manicure – Wave us goodbye with beautiful nails, okay?&lt;br /&gt;13. Cookie Mirror – Caution! Purely for display only! Do not chew!&lt;br /&gt;14. Gold Belt – Yes, we wanna remind you to keep your pants up…&lt;br /&gt;15. Fur Remover – Electrical Shaver… hmmmm… Don’t anyhow ah!&lt;br /&gt;16. The Pinkie Willie  – You know why we give you this.. :P&lt;br /&gt;17. Flower Power Ring – Don’t you just find it gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;18. Coach Keychain – Need we say more?&lt;br /&gt;19. Bahkwa – Enjoy it while you still can…&lt;br /&gt;20. The Yummy Condom - *slurp*&lt;br /&gt;21. Crystal Pen – Bling it on!&lt;br /&gt;22. Heart Box – Cos we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. when Ailay opened up this box of gooooooodies, and went through all the stuff, she so wanted to cry. she stared at us with silence, and we stared back, and either one of us'll look away. this repeated itself for a couple of times before she finally boohooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she regained her composure like 253492038 hours later (just kidding), she called me and thanked me for sitting on the 2nd row of the lecture theatre on the first day of school (because that was our first meeting and chatting point!), and proceeded to ask me why i chose to sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the reason was really simple (and i'm not sure if one would consider it disappointing)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am short-sighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i refuse to wear spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. there wasn't really much of a choice other than to sit at the front of the lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woops :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2477721402305454910?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2477721402305454910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2477721402305454910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2477721402305454910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2477721402305454910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/12/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission: Accomplished.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5569383672172800241</id><published>2008-11-24T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:43:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3D fest!</title><content type='html'>doo and i were at the singapore discovery centre for the 3D movie festival :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught 2 shows - one about mummies, and another about sharks and dolphins. i liked the one about mummies more, but it was extremely irritating that the staff kept taking photos with flash within the theatre. X_X! we also got free popcorn and candy floss, which really rocked :D hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo and i visited the army museum as well. it was cool - there was a show with effects that you'd get when watching a 4D show, and was more entertaining than the 4D ones at Sentosa's cineblast. Each time the tank in front of us let out a shot, i would shiver in shock haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after watching the shows and looking at the exhibits (OMG i saw what my dad's army uniform was like in the 60s), we went to the shooting gallery and had a few shots. for the first time, i held a gun!! woohoo. it's a nice experience, and i had no regrets giving shooting a try! there was also a station for us to listen to mr brown's podcasts - but there were so many clips to listen to, it was too tiring to stand and listen to all of 'em. i wish there were benches or cushy chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty glad we went for the 3D fest + the trip to the army museum. it was far better than spending it at the usual golden village cinema but i'm not certain i'd go there each time i want to catch a movie cos its so ulu :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5569383672172800241?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5569383672172800241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5569383672172800241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5569383672172800241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5569383672172800241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/11/3d-fest.html' title='3D fest!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8868362497570580806</id><published>2008-11-23T07:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:59:57.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my shoe addiction is back</title><content type='html'>or maybe it never went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to substance yesterday, and happened to see rebecca there. it's a pity we didn't get to chat for long =/ she looked like she was rushing off to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended up buying 2 pairs, one of which is a pretty high wedge - unique, but disliked by doodoo. i felt like i was getting a slap across my face when he simply said "i don't like it" - which confirmed the fact that i somewhat got psychoed to buy it X_X!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another was a navy pair - one which i thought looked rather common, but still bought it because they had it in my size and was comfy so i knew i'd wear it. that navy pair came in white-beige as well, and it was so tempting for me to get that too, but the material was stiffer (i'm not sure if that mattered actually). there was another pair that i wanted as well.. ahhh.. this will never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8868362497570580806?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8868362497570580806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8868362497570580806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8868362497570580806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8868362497570580806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-shoe-addiction-is-back.html' title='my shoe addiction is back'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1238310672316545339</id><published>2008-11-20T09:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:00:30.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you pay $300+ for a bag like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SSTSHNj7nVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AsyEOo6py98/s320/9755_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270568485271608658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a miniature version of the bag as a key fob.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1238310672316545339?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1238310672316545339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1238310672316545339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1238310672316545339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1238310672316545339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/11/would-you-pay-300-for-bag-like-this.html' title='would you pay $300+ for a bag like this?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SSTSHNj7nVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/AsyEOo6py98/s72-c/9755_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8468209384389865459</id><published>2008-11-16T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:52:54.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple is gay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have finally been able to open my mind to accept purple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;previously i've had a countable number of purple clothes, but i never ever wore 'em out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, like seriously, i have been able to accept just a deep, royal purple and for the first time in my life, i am considering purple shoes. how amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, surprisingly, i think this miu miu bag looks most unique in this shade (with the black and grey being safe, but common colours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SR79CKr5nvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i11KWoYskOY/s1600-h/840_5814_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268926827740110578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SR79CKr5nvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i11KWoYskOY/s320/840_5814_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SR79ok4bV6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Yuo-D6ZYxp4/s1600-h/2608412633_96d4010cd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268927487607003042" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SR79ok4bV6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Yuo-D6ZYxp4/s320/2608412633_96d4010cd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. i would just like to add that i think this bag looks yummilicious at the store front. by yummilicious, i mean grabbable and huggable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;credits for the store-picture goes to the person who took it while shopping at Rodeo Drive at Beverly Hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8468209384389865459?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8468209384389865459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8468209384389865459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8468209384389865459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8468209384389865459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/11/purple-is-gay.html' title='purple is gay.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SR79CKr5nvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/i11KWoYskOY/s72-c/840_5814_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-885897983971924405</id><published>2008-11-12T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:17:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salsa</title><content type='html'>i am back from my first salsa lesson with doo and Ailay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am not joking/kidding/lying/bluffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cool, and i had to be light, controlled yet relaxed, and balanced at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to explain balance, but when that's the word that came to my mind when the instructor danced. he looked like he could control his muscles and balance very well. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was a lovely experience cos it's a case of "Men First", as opposed to the somewhat usual thought of "Ladies First". Apparently, the men lead, they initiate, and the ladies follow. it's fun to close your eyes and be led around. and interestingly enough, it feels like it's easier to dance with a partner than to dance solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i got lost whenever the instructor called out for a change of steps. whoops :X some practice needed there! whatever it is, salsa's fab and though i look like a wooden block, it's amazing exercise. haha. if only i could do this more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-885897983971924405?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/885897983971924405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=885897983971924405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/885897983971924405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/885897983971924405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/11/salsa.html' title='salsa'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3428670926071798644</id><published>2008-10-29T11:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:44:02.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the post of blue and white, plus a little black and brown.</title><content type='html'>right now it turns out that i only have one full time job which involves weekend shoots - yes, the one at the production house as an AP. but it's good - cos that means i still have time to do the things that i want to do. like shop online and etc eheheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm surprised to know that the feedback form at mango at wisma atria is so sloppy. just this week, i met up with jiahui to be introduced to a gorgeous royal-purplish-blue outfit, which i just had to get. and being the non-mango fan that i am, it is such a surprise that they carry that basic yet desireable piece. wahaha. well, it's a pity their quality control sucks to the max, cos the piece which I initially chose had 2 holes and stitching that ran. so they brought me a new piece, which was worse. the smocking at the bust had only 3 layers, whereas the design's supposed to consist of four. it's shocking really, because with only 3 layers, nobody would be able to cover up their boobs unless they're of a cup size of AAA. some other pieces they let me try on were too short in terms of their length, and when I almost gave up on trying more pieces, the staff offered to bring all that they have in their store room out for me to try on. they also discouraged me from purchasing the one I had initially chosen because of the price of the item, and promptly stuck stickers onto the item to signify that it was flawed. Then, they offered to reserve the piece for 3 days to provide time for me to think about it.They were just so patient and kind throughout the 1h+ that I was in the store - something I'd usually never expect from local service personnel, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what? when i wanted to compliment them for their excellent service, i was presented with a crappy feedback form which did not have any thing that said "name of staff" or "additional comments/suggestions". all it had were 3 criteria "product knowledge", "greet with a smile" and "courteousness", with options like excellent, satisfactory and poor. given no choice and no lines for words to be written on, i simply found a space to write a thank you note + more info on what they had done for me. then, on my way out of the store, i saw a pair of jeans which i wanted to try on but couldn't locate my size. the salesgirl gave me a piece that's close to what i'm looking for, and suggested i try it. her "just try lah!" attitude was kinda funny and cute, and in no way rude. LOL. what a pity the changing rooms were closed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bravo. i've not experienced such wonderous and exemplary service from the staff mango before, or from anywhere else in a long, long time. on the contrary, the unhelpful staff at mango's ngee ann city branch never got back to me about the item i enquired about (AS EXPECTED). therefore, i never trust the words "i'll call you after i've checked", or "i'll call you when the stock arrives". it's total bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so well, i guess this ends my mango episode, which rarely comes about since i was never a fan. (i've only bought 4 items from mango before, a halter, a tank, a notebook and now, the romper wahahaha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shopping never ends! i came across this shirt when i was out for lunch with my colleague on friday. it says.. "giving up on shopping is easy. i've done it a hundred times". :X! it feels as if i've never done it before though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another place that i went to this week was haji lane. and i saw these gorgeous fitted tanks with words like "&lt;span &gt;insatiable&lt;/span&gt;" and "gullible" and "plucky" and "brazen" and etc. etc. i wanted the first 2, but the store was outta sizes :( that's really ok though, because i've bought a couple of good stuff lately, which i wouldn't wear to school - but never mind (as long as they're pretty, it'll do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's revisit what i've gotten lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZXqyApE4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ob5_zbCS3M4/s1600-h/bluebelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266493206746960770" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZXqyApE4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ob5_zbCS3M4/s320/bluebelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like a chinadoll in this dress with my current hairstyle, but that aside, this embroidered cotton voile dress was being sold at haji lane for an exorbitant $199 at a shop with absolutely mean peeps. i hate to bitch, but while most of the people at haji lane are super duper nice (the sweet chirpy birdies), there just has to be just one or two that are black crows. well, where there's the good, there's always bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZZHaWtmDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/X4XQe4545HY/s1600-h/95977675_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266494798124914738" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZZHaWtmDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/X4XQe4545HY/s320/95977675_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZiaeTKKSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VnzCRs_YtRQ/s1600-h/pPOLO2-4409705-standard-v330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266505021205915938" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZiaeTKKSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VnzCRs_YtRQ/s320/pPOLO2-4409705-standard-v330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;low low low eyelet espadrilles from ralph lauren. i know these look like they're $30 but they're sooo NOT! i purchased these because i couldn't find a similar pair anywhere else with the eyelet detailing, sweet ribbon, peep-toe front and most importantly, a low wedge. an added girly edge to angelic polo dresses from ralph lauren, and possibly i've-not-had-enough-of-summer dresses as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZmy89VWyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hXehfzwvuu0/s1600-h/laura_dern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266509839799245602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZmy89VWyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hXehfzwvuu0/s320/laura_dern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S the best part about purchasing ralph lauren stuff from their official website online at polo.com (apart from the fact that you get to view the entire ralph lauren collection - obviously including stuff that ain't available in singapore) is that presentable gift boxes are provided so you don't have to crack your brain over giftwrapping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;away from all the western stuff, i have a love for jap brands like sly, moussy, and swordfish. there're many more, such as lip service - which came up with shorts with zippered star pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZedd12iTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QmL3j1HmhKo/s1600-h/mimiinsert-img450x600-1221056526578542____2779-7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266500674576091442" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZedd12iTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QmL3j1HmhKo/s320/mimiinsert-img450x600-1221056526578542____2779-7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZfRxLQF1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NNXNjqhHnK8/s1600-h/swordfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266501573119317842" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZfRxLQF1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NNXNjqhHnK8/s320/swordfish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most recent jappy purchase: this jacket from swordfish with gorgeous fold-up sleeve ends, fitted sleeves and a removable hoodie, from swordfish, along with another japanese schoolbadge-style jacket, reminds me of the time when i discovered that forever21 is FULL of these schoolbadge-inspired jackets. In china they have these inspired jackets as well, but that belongs in China so it's not so bad. F21's a local store - so it hurts to know that the whole world (in terms of the local scene) would soon be dressed in these jackets. oh WHY THIS JACKET? i could understand if its bags...! well anyway, this pic on the left is taken from the girl who brought in these jackets in from Japan, and needless to say, the pic on the right is from Vivi magazine - a pretty mag for clothes watching and oogling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's another dress. not so recent (featured some time ago on vivi, for sly's 40th anniversary if i'm not wrong), but still pretty because it gives me a monroe feel, possibly due to the style of the upper portion of the dress. this is one of the dresses which I feel is superbly mag-material for the gorgeous fashion spreads that people look out for, but other than that, i can't imagine anyone wearing this out as a dress as pictured below. however, in one of the other pics of this dress that i have, the tall model wore it as a top with black shorts. now perhaps that's more wearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZoD9ayfMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5nskNW3vO3c/s1600-h/viviism-img455x600-1180529497img580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266511231492193474" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZoD9ayfMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/5nskNW3vO3c/s320/viviism-img455x600-1180529497img580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZobka6qYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8QoyqnEhfVw/s1600-h/sweet-hearts1122-img457x600-1180442627op.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266511637098703234" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZobka6qYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8QoyqnEhfVw/s320/sweet-hearts1122-img457x600-1180442627op.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZYdmz3AVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kOoXHzQ1Lv0/s1600-h/383-260612_MED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266494079913886034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZYdmz3AVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kOoXHzQ1Lv0/s320/383-260612_MED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but NEVER least, say hello to domo! this comes with loads of love from Strapya and here he is, attached to a handphone strap with a screen-cleaning patch on his back - how useful. i was so upset when these were out of stock earlier this week, so thank God it was restocked with a quantity of just 7! i took 4 pieces (inclusive of one one that's for my bro who bought it for his gf) because i didn't want to regret not doing so! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG what a long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3428670926071798644?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3428670926071798644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3428670926071798644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3428670926071798644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3428670926071798644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-of-blue-and-white-plus-little.html' title='the post of blue and white, plus a little black and brown.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SRZXqyApE4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/ob5_zbCS3M4/s72-c/bluebelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1043100886399600611</id><published>2008-10-10T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:48:04.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's ALREADY SUNDAY?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>i've SURVIVED my third day of work at the production house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i met up with another director today.. and after that, i came to one conclusion - everyone in the field of production looks younger than their actual age, just like how some of the lecturers in the field of early childhood look 10 years younger than their actual age!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of production matters, i'll be involved in a shoot at a print centre :D and i think it's totally cool to see what goes on between 10pm and 4am - the time of delivery of our newspapers! woohoo! =D thank God for shoots, cos otherwise i'll be sitting in the office drinking coke all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a can of coke a day does not keep the doctor away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've just been given a crash demonstration on some of the tools which can be used for photo editing in photoshop. (no i have not learnt how to give myself a healthy glow yet). i must say it's pretty amazing heheh. i was taught by the intern before me.. and she says one of the most popular functions of photoshop is its liquify function. what it does is to stretch or to minimise the width of sth, and therefore works as a boob-enlargement or fattyarms-reduction tool. LOL. there were some others.. like the blurring of moles and pimples.. etc. etc. AMAZING. i also learnt that whatever i had learnt before about photoshop has been entirely returned to my teacher. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to mention as well that all the PCs at work are iMacs. and i'm so dead cos i haven't used a mac since secondary school. LOL. but it's pretty cool though, the one at my workstation doesn't have a CPU at all. :D for some other imac related stuff.. well, i guess it just takes some getting used to, but i already feel like getting one for myself at home. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1043100886399600611?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1043100886399600611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1043100886399600611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1043100886399600611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1043100886399600611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-already-sunday.html' title='it&apos;s ALREADY SUNDAY?!?!?!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3866489868667895054</id><published>2008-10-07T06:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:24:22.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>werk.</title><content type='html'>i was so  bored last nite as i couldn't sleep, so i decided to make a list of the tops, dresses, bottoms, lingerie sets, scarves and belts that i had. as the paper filled up my eyes grew bigger and bigger, and so did my sense of achievement. muahaha. i like to know that i have some sort of a collection even though i've got so many clothes which i haven't worn yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the hols are finally here, but i've decided to keep myself busy with 2 jobs. a mostly mon-to-fri internship at a production house, as well as a weekend thang at substance. i've yet to start on the production one, but for the latter, let's just say i'm not really into commission-based stuff still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why 2 jobs? not because i need the $$ (both jobs don't pay well enough actually) but i'm just looking for sth different from the usual stuff i've been doing. furthermore i couldn't decide between the two, i guess they both had pros and cons, so here i am being greedy once again and choosing both when i could've simply taken on just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i expect it to be an experience nevertheless. this should be the time when i should be working on my professional portfolio and getting a job related to my field of study, but i figured that this is the time when i've got all these quirky job offers and if i want to do this, i have to do it now while i'm studying, not after i graduate. i feel kinda bad though, that because i've been so lazy and tired i haven't had a chance to go back to my previous work place. it's the first and only non-political workplace i've ever come across. kudos to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3866489868667895054?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3866489868667895054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3866489868667895054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3866489868667895054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3866489868667895054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/10/werk.html' title='werk.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5901350576005215931</id><published>2008-10-05T08:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:01:29.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick a bag that's made for you</title><content type='html'>and you could never go wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of weeks bag i was carrying one of my bags out (this time, it's not the car bag), only to be run after by a lady who just wanted to ask me where it's from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i felt a little flattered, i was wondering at the same time: just for how long exactly had she been eyeing my bag? and from how far away? that kinda freaked me out for a lil while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not every day that someone RUNS after you and taps you when like she's playing police-and-thief or something, just to ask you where exactly your bag is from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5901350576005215931?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5901350576005215931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5901350576005215931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5901350576005215931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5901350576005215931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/10/pick-bag-thats-made-for-you.html' title='Pick a bag that&apos;s made for you'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5494064213769553595</id><published>2008-09-18T08:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:49:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally random, again.</title><content type='html'>been absolutely mad about a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i purchased my first la senza bra set yesterday (prior to this i only went for the babydolls and bottoms), and it was a rhinestone-embellished black-white-grey leopard/zebra print number. i felt kinda old after i went home and tried it on again, because of the absence of pink, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, as i love the cutting so much - i've decided to get it in black. just pure, plain, seamless, black which beats all the lace and ruffles, stripes and checks which i have on all of my other ones. what a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, this usual habit of buying the same stuff in different colours applies to other stuff as well - even bracelets and belts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aside from all of my usual shopping habits, i've been reading a book entitled The Game, by Neil Strauss - which was like reading about a male version of Sex and the City. it talks about teaching men how they could pick girls up.. and honestly, some of the tactics are so good that if they were used on me - i don't think i'd be strong enough to turn away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5494064213769553595?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5494064213769553595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5494064213769553595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5494064213769553595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5494064213769553595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/09/totally-random-again.html' title='totally random, again.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3187478912990843663</id><published>2008-08-31T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:40:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 21st bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it rained the entire weekend from fri to sun, so it was a good thing i didn't get anything planned for at sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;doo and i still went for a meal + movie though.. and had my teppanyaki craving for beef and duck satisfied XD and look at what else i found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLePZbkETdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TyO1ER6ghJw/s1600-h/drumstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814358527397330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLePZbkETdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TyO1ER6ghJw/s320/drumstick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a glutton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well, at sch, the entire class sang a bdae song X_X much to my embarrassment haha. and my gift of a hand-made musical princess was presented to me.. plus my card with a domokun and 7 other imposters (my clique-mates). it was so adorable and i simply love the idea. heheheh. of course the effect was courtesy of yien's macbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239817552710725042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeSTW0t7bI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Gqme4bdeNWM/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;also, mummy gave me my very first golden key necklace which she kept for almost 35 years. i love the fact that it's ancient (by my terms) and that it's GOLD. i love gold. and i never expected that i would have a key necklace. and look at what it says... 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLePhvqNtiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2t40xeIggfQ/s1600-h/key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239814501360842274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLePhvqNtiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2t40xeIggfQ/s320/key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sher, jane and cheryl got me a whole mango cake from bakerzinn. super yummy - i love it more than the strawberry shortcake noww!!! :D:D:D plusplus dinner at MOF with a sunflower and something red. haha. no pics because my haircut sucked :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best part of it all? having many celebrations planned for you over the span of a week means that i don't have to plan for anything at all, except my time (to ensure that i'm free haha) and it beats having a big hoohaa thing where different groups of people from different points in my life know nobody else except me and the people in their own respective groups. seriously. it would be so 'wedding' then. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3187478912990843663?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3187478912990843663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3187478912990843663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3187478912990843663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3187478912990843663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-21st-bday.html' title='my 21st bday'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLePZbkETdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TyO1ER6ghJw/s72-c/drumstick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4865289977386627828</id><published>2008-08-29T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:59:24.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did someone say sCandalouS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKT1n3JCPTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/S3xXVDNke70/s1600-h/scandal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234578732076907826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKT1n3JCPTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/S3xXVDNke70/s320/scandal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Miss Wereworuewiorweui (left in picture) and Miss Aldjsakdjlasdjskla (right) were spotted - being engaged in an intimate yet public act of kissing. so hot. so freaking lesbian. When interviewed, Miss Wereworuewiorweui declined comment, while Miss Aldjsakdjlasdjskla felt that it was a "funky display of her gorgeous curls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. this took place at sher's birthday bash at sentosa. and oh lucky me.. when i arrived at the resort, i was greeted by 8 bikini babes and a non-bikini babe. LOL. ahh that aside, we went to cafe del mar after dinner at sakae.. and lay on the beds which i always thought were dirty, and watched the moon and a star (i'm so short-sighted that i couldn't see the smaller ones). there were palm trees too - beautiful, in my opinion. and as we lay on the bed we started doing funny actions while lying there.. like punching our fists into the air, and pretending that we were driving a car, some of which i followed while my cell phone was "kiapped" in between my shoulder and my ear. ohhh.. stuff that probably would happen once in a lifetime, (same goes for the absolutely scandalous picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought drinks, mostly un-alcoholic i'd say, and all had a share of the tiramisu birthday cake from bakerzinn - YUMMY - which means it's really great as i was never too big a fan of tiramisu! and with regards to the scandalous photo, it was posed for and taken by one of the girls who had that frame in her phone. yes i know - nobody'd ever think that the innocent-looking girl in overalls would EVER do such a thing. haha! actually, neither did she herself. so this proves that we should never judge a book by its cover ;) also, if anyone thinks that this pose was horridly disgusting, they really should see the REALLY CONVINCING one that two other girls took. not only was it convincing, the act itself was even MORE sCandalouS - french kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, let me get away from all of that by introducing the Passionfruit cheesecake which stung my lips :( because it was so sour. Thank God the strawberries were sweet! well anyway, the teppanyaki saved the day. it was simply delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKT1wl3CrmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Cm6aOrycpdM/s1600-h/passionfruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234578882056859234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKT1wl3CrmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Cm6aOrycpdM/s200/passionfruit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239805456619602082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeHTRX3AKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/X7M-gIf7E9o/s320/DSCF2349re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just the 2 of us. the beedae gal and bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeHakoBgAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C2Hl47V5IHE/s1600-h/20080814_(62)re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239805582046756866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeHakoBgAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C2Hl47V5IHE/s320/20080814_(62)re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now it's all of us. *psst* there's people smuggling the cake at the back. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and surprise surprise! look who's here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeJ4KiwbLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IDoUxbxKQJI/s1600-h/doodoomee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239808289464675506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeJ4KiwbLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IDoUxbxKQJI/s320/doodoomee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss red-face and smug-boy&lt;br /&gt;this is the biggest :D smile on me that i've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeHws9mQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8wmLL6vV9Rw/s1600-h/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239805962241852258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SLeHws9mQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8wmLL6vV9Rw/s320/footprints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and finally, a pic that i took when i just reached sentosa in the evening. i would've loved to sit there and watch the world go by. for some reason, it was nice to look at the endless amount of footprints spread across the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4865289977386627828?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKT1n3JCPTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/S3xXVDNke70/s72-c/scandal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3613657968651460741</id><published>2008-08-15T10:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:17:47.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue..</title><content type='html'>there were too many pics of the dramatisation my group and I did to pick and choose. so i've narrowed it down to 3 after-pics since most of the pics of the dramatisation itself couldn't show everyone involved in the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTvZ4Na3CI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VipOeQS73vU/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234571894775798818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTvZ4Na3CI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VipOeQS73vU/s320/guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup that's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTvpYpZSkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UVO7k2i5-v8/s1600-h/newkiddraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234572161181108802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTvpYpZSkI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UVO7k2i5-v8/s320/newkiddraw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte's work of Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTvkruzatI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M-gLXNyrVVk/s1600-h/newkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234572080404720338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTvkruzatI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M-gLXNyrVVk/s320/newkid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portrayed in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of drama, i had such a rude experience the other day, which even made my classmate tear in frustration and disappointment. oh the harsh realities of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3613657968651460741?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3613657968651460741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3613657968651460741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3613657968651460741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3613657968651460741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTvZ4Na3CI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VipOeQS73vU/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-184998325740275944</id><published>2008-08-09T10:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:13:33.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of sand-dusted roses and mudpies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0LcQvxr6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9svQO6mZRx0/s1600-h/rosedustedclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232350922233982882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0LcQvxr6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9svQO6mZRx0/s320/rosedustedclose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to sentosa on wednesday and had some first-time fun with the Water Bee - a four seater water bicycle thing!! i was so scared when my friends wanted to swap places in the middle of the sea so that we could take turns to peddle since only 2 peeps could peddle at a time. and so i screamed my head off like there was no tomorrow, and then continued to laugh to my heart's content at the sillyness of it all. we didn't capsize, so hooray haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTzvPCfn_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ux11NEYtLTo/s1600-h/waterbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234576659727753202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTzvPCfn_I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ux11NEYtLTo/s320/waterbee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us on the waterbee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTz--uO9fI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SHosm9MmkVE/s1600-h/siloso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234576930225714674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTz--uO9fI/AAAAAAAAAG8/SHosm9MmkVE/s320/siloso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a first-time pic at the siloso letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yvette thought my beloved flip flops looked fab on the sand at the beach.. so i took some pictures and liked the 'feel' of the look - sand dusted roses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0LRI3AE4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Au4vmb9yx4w/s1600-h/rosedusted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232350731138241410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0LRI3AE4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Au4vmb9yx4w/s320/rosedusted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after all the fun and laughter at sentosa, i met doodoo for lunch. but before that, i had to grab a pair of these super duper uber cute sirotan slippers!! looking at them fills me with glee :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0KvvYjMNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HfRV_bIqZMI/s1600-h/sirotan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232350157363949778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0KvvYjMNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HfRV_bIqZMI/s200/sirotan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on thurs i met up with jane, cheryl and sher. we had dinner at waraku (jap pasta) and then we went to nydc for dessert. mudpies! i prefer Cookie Monster to Tiramisu. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;here's evidence of my love affair with Cheryl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0G94KUtlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hqlggrLfOi4/s1600-h/20080807_a_cherylabbyre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346002191857234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0G94KUtlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hqlggrLfOi4/s200/20080807_a_cherylabbyre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0HFeE-EuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zZn0ZY74tt4/s1600-h/20080807_a_lovingre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346132629033698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0HFeE-EuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zZn0ZY74tt4/s200/20080807_a_lovingre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0HQcapkVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-K7Z5j97Q_o/s1600-h/20080807_a_prawnre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232346321161654610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJ0HQcapkVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-K7Z5j97Q_o/s200/20080807_a_prawnre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and by the way, the prawns were clean, crunchy and fabulous. ^-^! much to my delight of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTuyJAqjqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xk7J6tdUC60/s1600-h/tiramisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234571212090936994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTuyJAqjqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xk7J6tdUC60/s200/tiramisu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTuucLFGSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QDRlSaQ1Uh8/s1600-h/oreo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234571148515416354" style="CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SKTuucLFGSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QDRlSaQ1Uh8/s200/oreo.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dessert at NYDC: tiramisu and cookie monster mudpies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-184998325740275944?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfEHxhbBiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Znj6_0N8UUo/s1600-h/IMG_1715re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230865130045769250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfEHxhbBiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Znj6_0N8UUo/s200/IMG_1715re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfERCnQZTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zItkcigCt_w/s1600-h/IMG_1726re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230865289252463922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfERCnQZTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zItkcigCt_w/s200/IMG_1726re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah bee, ah-ntie, nancy, yien and ah char with the card with extendddddable hands that yien made (heh, it's uber cute!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfFPRvGYuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kvptNpDeJUE/s1600-h/IMG_1765re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230866358463783650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfFPRvGYuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kvptNpDeJUE/s200/IMG_1765re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap that's charlene and i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfFeyJb9aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R93tttIPG7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1792re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230866624862221730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfFeyJb9aI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R93tttIPG7Y/s200/IMG_1792re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm -speechless- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfF3TgnkFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fBL-jZVDpKY/s1600-h/IMG_1768re.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfGAVshKGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lF77rUbHmhk/s1600-h/IMG_1768re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230867201340287074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfGAVshKGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lF77rUbHmhk/s200/IMG_1768re.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love balloon which she made, and us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a very tired bee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-9011441863712622871?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/9011441863712622871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=9011441863712622871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/9011441863712622871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/9011441863712622871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/08/dot-dot-dees-ds.html' title='dot dot dees - :Ds.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJfD71M8E7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0m3r4kx2XmU/s72-c/DSC05467re.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8974579729005289739</id><published>2008-08-03T11:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:45:58.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the silence was deafening, but not anymore.</title><content type='html'>it's been immensely quiet here.. but i'll probably be blogging more this week. finally, my first term break in this degree programme's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the last day of school (for the first half of this term) felt like any other last day of school. for some maddening reason, everyone was busy taking group photos, perhaps because we knew we aren't gonna be seeing each other very much when the other half of the term starts. :( perhaps i'll post some group pics in my next entry once i get them all collated from the people who took them. heheheh.. pics of the last day of school plus pics of the dramatisation we did! memoriesss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to send the 2 overseas lecturers off last night, along with loads of other people of course! and had popeyes after tt for supper, after which i headed straight to bed woops :X it's been like this over the past few days because i've been rushing assignments and having 2 hours of sleep per night, with the remaining 6 hours of sleep per night under "you-can't-make-up-for-it" mode since i'm not someone who can sleep for 2 days straight. so well, what's done's done, what's gone's gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing, doo and i caught money no enough 2 last friday - a little local entertainment doesn't hurt sometimes. and surprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly, when i woke up the next morning and logged on, i saw on the news at yahoo! singapore that the labour minister says that increasing the wages of singaporeans isn't the way to go. HOHOHO - speaking of "yahoo!" - if anyone's feeling the pressure of inflation, that has to be me - a fellow Singaporean. this entire issue sprouts from the fact that i &lt;strike&gt;stupidly &lt;/strike&gt;stupidly requested for the exact same amount of an allowance as what i was getting 2-5 years ago. if u're thinking wth, then yes, it proves that great minds think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the new clothes still keep coming, nevertheless. because i simply cannot live without new things to wear i think :) anyway, i took some pics of myself in.. ^-^ a new electric blue beach dress with rainbows and stars on it! unfortunately it can't be seen through the pics. apparently i was more focussed on showing off the zebra phone - i'm thinking of changing the skin to black - the original colour of my phone T_T because the zebra stripes were supposed to be a dull silver/black.. not a striking ah lian white/black. oh this brings back memories of the days when i went to school with my phone hidden in my bag because i thought the skin looked hideous. a classmate of mine consoled me by saying that the longer she looked at it, the better she felt it looks. so ah. maybe that's the case with me as well, but my previous opinions of it comes back to haunt me sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJUzF0kBW9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/xZqzuxrZCs8/s1600-h/zebra5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJZ7VIG7j0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VDl3ewH8QrA/s1600-h/zebra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230503620121431874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJZ7VIG7j0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VDl3ewH8QrA/s200/zebra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the plan for this week is to:&lt;br /&gt;1) get immunised against hep B - something i'd need to do before i fly to Boston next year anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2) meet up with Jiahui, and hopefully Rebecca soon too!&lt;br /&gt;3) meet up for dinner with jane, shereen and cheryl - much missed!&lt;br /&gt;4) meet up with Ailay!&lt;br /&gt;5) go back to the place where i worked for the past 1.5 years for an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;6) go to Sentosa with the current clique of 8 people from both classes combined.&lt;br /&gt;7) alter the 6 pieces of clothing i have.&lt;br /&gt;8) hopefully watch the mummy and to visit wild wild wet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8974579729005289739?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8974579729005289739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8974579729005289739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8974579729005289739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8974579729005289739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/08/silence-was-deafening-but-not-anymore.html' title='the silence was deafening, but not anymore.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SJZ7VIG7j0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VDl3ewH8QrA/s72-c/zebra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6129019866568736977</id><published>2008-07-20T09:04:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:29:14.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOMOMOMOS.</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be doing my homework now, but as the term 'supposed' suggests, i'm not doing so at all. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead, i went to disturb domo again ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's good ol' domo's meeting with the new domo doodoo flew back from a domo store in taiwan for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKRdjzvE8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/wNBH65ZMU-M/s1600-h/whoru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224898454717666242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKRdjzvE8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/wNBH65ZMU-M/s200/whoru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKRjmDo7WI/AAAAAAAAADE/gsPjHgrZy0E/s1600-h/whoruhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224898558400458082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKRjmDo7WI/AAAAAAAAADE/gsPjHgrZy0E/s200/whoruhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poor domo sees double and looks absolutely clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKRsZ0cWvI/AAAAAAAAADM/0aDrPHHdCfI/s1600-h/whoruah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224898709734316786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKRsZ0cWvI/AAAAAAAAADM/0aDrPHHdCfI/s200/whoruah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKR6BPX-II/AAAAAAAAADc/tuzALd7iduw/s1600-h/whorubuds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224898943654557826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKR6BPX-II/AAAAAAAAADc/tuzALd7iduw/s200/whorubuds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there it is demanding to know why there's a double (domomomo, the older one, is afraid that the new domo'd steal away my love for it heheh). but anyway, they soon became friends :) they have to be actually! they're living together in the same room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKR-D1e7JI/AAAAAAAAADk/VXjETnSX1Rw/s1600-h/whoruhats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899013070744722" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKR-D1e7JI/AAAAAAAAADk/VXjETnSX1Rw/s200/whoruhats.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKSDsp3mFI/AAAAAAAAADs/vbdEBqNwIYQ/s1600-h/whorupop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899109927229522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKSDsp3mFI/AAAAAAAAADs/vbdEBqNwIYQ/s200/whorupop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cutiepies having a ball of a time with some equally-soft popcorn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKSJ9uJhoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oaUGwbC18rU/s1600-h/whorumomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899217587799682" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKSJ9uJhoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oaUGwbC18rU/s200/whorumomo.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKSTT8EX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IugNW8oqrFE/s1600-h/whorucar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899378170584978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKSTT8EX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/IugNW8oqrFE/s200/whorucar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new friends are introduced :D. that's judo-domo with its name printed on its outfit! its proud of its yellow beetle - which it thinks it owns -_-.. and there's its lil' bro who's into diving - i love the flippers, the float, and the oversized goggles because they make tiny domo look silly (which in my opinion, actually is what domokuns do best and that's what i like most about them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok! i'm off to hug my domo now. heheh. the silly thing is waiting for me to do so!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6129019866568736977?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6129019866568736977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6129019866568736977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6129019866568736977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6129019866568736977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/07/domomomos.html' title='DOMOMOMOS.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SIKRdjzvE8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/wNBH65ZMU-M/s72-c/whoru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-198100240700375961</id><published>2008-07-18T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:24:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>spent my afternoon yesterday enjoying beef noodles + dessert with yi encyclopedia, victoria's secret, and doodoo :D we had that after our visit to the singapore arts musem. a nice place which made me so tired after all that interpreting and thinking of the various art displays we saw. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the peeps at wheelock have returned to school today :) and it was so nice to see all of 'em again! got tons of bear hugs.. and it felt great - finally, i get to see the peeps whom i've known for 4 years at the place at where our friendships started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of them were wearing jackets that said "BOSTON" and navy shirts that spelled "WHEELOCK". i found out that they got the wheelock shirts (which i like!) from a shop not within the boston campus.. but somewhere else, and that shop sold shirts with the names of other unis as well (official ones of course). some of those include harvard - how cool's that! i so feel like getting one for the fun of it hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, victoria and i started planning our boston wanna-dos.. which obviously included shopping and surprisingly, a baseball game. heheh.. it's so fun to think abt the trip, even though it's a year away! i did so much catching up wif jiahui.. and got gifts as well. i also found out that there's such a thing as nerds lip balm? it smells like nerds and according to victoria it tastes like nerds too! how cool! i so wanna get one when i'm there. i really oughta start drawing up a shopping list and see how much of the stuff i want now'll still be present by the time i get there next year! i also heard DS lites over there r much cheaper, and so are coach bags. i'm not into coach bags cos i think they're guess-standard.. but i can still look forward to other brands :) no problemo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just last fri, our afternoon class started an hour earlier and ended an hour earlier. victoria, my classmate, was bored so we went to get our nails done (me without a toenail because i plucked it out a couple of nights before that). my all-time fav manicurist suggested an acrylic nail, so i trusted her and agreed to get it done and voila! suddenly, i actually had a full toenail! it's amazing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've also started collecting food erasers.. (bento, donburi, pastries, fast food, canned/bottled drinks, packets of snacks, even 711's signature slurpee cups!). they're so cute, and i'm going to be spending an awful lot of $$ on them.. doo took some of them apart, which left me feeling appalled. thankfully they fit back together nicely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SICj6dBsarI/AAAAAAAAACk/maxfTXLqVAw/s1600-h/erasers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224355792369248946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SICj6dBsarI/AAAAAAAAACk/maxfTXLqVAw/s200/erasers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SICkDA1uYcI/AAAAAAAAACs/S2EuZD-NVBQ/s1600-h/erasers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224355939421675970" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="199" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SICkDA1uYcI/AAAAAAAAACs/S2EuZD-NVBQ/s320/erasers.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SICkRuVpahI/AAAAAAAAAC0/moXCxxaPkM0/s1600-h/1254_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224356192153332242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SICkRuVpahI/AAAAAAAAAC0/moXCxxaPkM0/s320/1254_D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such pretty, petite, sweet treats! :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-198100240700375961?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/198100240700375961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=198100240700375961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/198100240700375961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/198100240700375961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SICj6dBsarI/AAAAAAAAACk/maxfTXLqVAw/s72-c/erasers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6857149029951915109</id><published>2008-07-05T10:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:22:54.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my silly thing again as you might've guessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7YCOCdIZI/AAAAAAAAACM/B-iA3MH7XxQ/s1600-h/domodress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219346550808715666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7YCOCdIZI/AAAAAAAAACM/B-iA3MH7XxQ/s320/domodress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love playing dress up with domo.. but because he doesn't have a neck and his body is just this block of a rectangle, there aren't many things he can fit into. the only other thing he has worn from my wardrobe is a red tank dress, some cropped vests and this garden party floral dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. domo got pretty mad at me for making it look totally gay, so it covered its eyes and refused to look at me. it thinks that if it can't see me, i can't see it. i am referring to it as it because i really don't know if its a guy or girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7YtkFbFiI/AAAAAAAAACU/frvxK6KWscQ/s1600-h/domoemb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219347295461119522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7YtkFbFiI/AAAAAAAAACU/frvxK6KWscQ/s320/domoemb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so totally silly but that's why i love it! XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Y4MS1C_I/AAAAAAAAACc/PhIFDznPqig/s1600-h/reds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219347478053456882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Y4MS1C_I/AAAAAAAAACc/PhIFDznPqig/s320/reds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a couple of other random pics. this is my red back-to-school set. i haven't used the notebook cos it's so patently pretty that i can't bear to start using it. with just the bag and the shoe-shaped pencil case alone, people have, apparently, started to think that red is my favourite colour. well, i'm afraid not - because i didn't get these matchy matchy red stuff on my own (with the mng notebook as an exception). they were thoughtful, farewell gifts - the bag from my cousin in London, and thus it says Cath Kidston London on its label in front, and the pencil case was from the parents of a child whom i used to teach. i did think they look good together though - so red, so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6857149029951915109?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6857149029951915109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6857149029951915109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6857149029951915109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6857149029951915109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-silly-thing-again-as-you-mightve.html' title='my silly thing again as you might&apos;ve guessed!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7YCOCdIZI/AAAAAAAAACM/B-iA3MH7XxQ/s72-c/domodress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5867005182041289478</id><published>2008-07-05T09:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:09:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much laughter, so much fun</title><content type='html'>Ailay and i went to sentosa two Saturdays ago, and it's a day i never want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again we spoke about lots of juicy stuff and sexy shit haha! things we never knew about each other.. and things we really loved to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh when we first arrived at the imbiah lookout, we took a seat on a bench in a garden-like area and applied sunblock on our arms and legs LOL - something i'd do only with Ailay around! anyway, i loved the music that was playing in the background - it was I'm a little teapot! woohoo! that cutie song which domokun hates because i always make him do the actions with his skinny arms. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were done, we bought 3 luge rides and 3 skyrides and Ailay was pretty good for a first timer! a little slow at the start, she was speeding by the time we covered the second part of the course! LOL! also, we didn't go for the luge rides all at once though, because we used it as transport to get down to siloso beach, where we lounged at coastes :) Ailay had these golden-brown fish and chips and i ordered the crispy thin hawaiian pizza. i love their oven there because it looks so authentic and ancient! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7SRMTrePI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KN4erL3SuWA/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219340210972358898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7SRMTrePI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KN4erL3SuWA/s320/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Sr_NynMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C00KwLZxXgM/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219340671314468034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Sr_NynMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C00KwLZxXgM/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we spent a long time sitting at coastes (i think) asking each other funny questions and laughing at seriously sexy shit haha. then we went back for our remaining 2 luge rides. however, at the end of the day we gave the last skyride a miss because the weather was way too hot and none of us brought sunblock for our delicate faces haha. also it was troublesome to keep reapplying sunblock all the time on our arms and legs! X_X. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to palawan beach after we had enough of siloso, and had to walk along the coast because we got off at the wrong beach tram stop. LOL. we decided to walk with our legs in the cool water, and while we were doing so, some guys whom ailay thought was korean splashed water onto my back. i wasn't in a bikini or whatever, and was fully clothed in tee shirt and shorts so i was rather irritated. i turned around to look at who the lamoe was, and saw a skinny guy smiling at me. -_- ailay thinks i should be flattered cos her guess is they like me. what bullshit! anyway, ailay herself was splashing water onto my thighs heh, and i know she does that because she likes me :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to the southernmost point of blablabla, we climbed up one of those wooden viewing towers and did what i love the most.. chatting while enjoying the breeze. when we left however, the weather was SO HOT that my bread-purse got toasted and the cheese on his face melted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Qb59IBiI/AAAAAAAAABk/n1jnYXx21pQ/s1600-h/bread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219338196001228322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Qb59IBiI/AAAAAAAAABk/n1jnYXx21pQ/s320/bread.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can tell, he was my purse for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i lent him my sunglasses! LOOK! now he has love in his eyes... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Q5zTc81I/AAAAAAAAABs/_lblkcaJqHg/s1600-h/breadheart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219338709611901778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7Q5zTc81I/AAAAAAAAABs/_lblkcaJqHg/s320/breadheart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love breadie the pursie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;then we got tired and went for coconuts, orange juice and a mango dessert. when we were all perked up again, we took pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7S9U4EZhI/AAAAAAAAACE/7C_k9f4QP3Y/s1600-h/ailaynme2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219340969186715154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7S9U4EZhI/AAAAAAAAACE/7C_k9f4QP3Y/s320/ailaynme2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7QEUlrZeI/AAAAAAAAABc/PrD91p1YHeE/s1600-h/ailaynme.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and i managed to save 2 pics of us on my phone (they are so precious!). ailay grabbed my phone away from me a couple of times in hope of deleting them.. but NO HOPE! :D i treasure them because the last time we ever took a picture together was 4 years ago, during the ECH orientation. i must say that these aren't the best pictures of her as she didn't know when the camera was gonna snap though.. poor thing =/. i also dropped my heart sunglasses 5 times or something.. :( which was really saddening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, we went to chinatown after that because she had a not-so-cheap shampoo to recommend me. it was organic, and SLS-free :D yay! i've yet to try it, but it works terrifically well for her and makes her rebonded hair look so moisturised. what a wonderous product! however, things work differently on different individuals though.. so we'll see what it does for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across a pair of gladiator sandals at chinatown and couldn't help but purchase them. they're tan.. and surprisingly they do not make my legs look FAT. they just look like boots from the backview though =/ also i'm having a big problem with matching them with my clothes cos it's not exactly my style and they stand out when i place them among my other footwear. perhaps i should just pair the look off with anything casual - like jeans hoho. i can't imagine how that'll look actually.. so i'm not exactly sure that's a good idea. but ahh.. what should i do? :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. another place that i visited two weeks ago when school first started was the pet-friendly cafe pawtobello at mohd sultan. :) i don't have a dog, but my junior has one! a miniature yorkshire terrier, to be exact. i'm scared of jumpy dogs, and thankfully hers wasn't.. but there was one in the restaurant who was extremely aggressive. it just simply didn't wanna make friends! not even with the friendly golden retriever which kept walking around, looking out for food, and smelling the other dogs LOL. that golden retriever was soooo adorable, i couldn't tell that he/she was already 12 or so years old! it came near to me, and sniffed my hand, making it wet in the process. he/she was also drooling over my nuggets, and eyed the nuggets from plate-to-lips :X then, i had drool on my foot. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite an experience really. it's my first, and i'm quite sure it probably wouldn't be my last. ooh! i found it rather amazing to have been invited by my junior to dine with her as well.. we barely know each other at that time.. but i was really glad for the chance to be able to do so. it was a good start at least!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5867005182041289478?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5867005182041289478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5867005182041289478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5867005182041289478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5867005182041289478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-much-laughter-so-much-fun.html' title='so much laughter, so much fun'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SG7SRMTrePI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KN4erL3SuWA/s72-c/DSC00298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6047851248335715796</id><published>2008-06-29T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:32:53.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>i've stopped my nonsense for an entire week because i simply haven't had time to blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing homework at 4am everyday.. because there's homework everyday! and there's still work from work that's incomplete =/ that's an undergrad life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for this busy time to pass, and i can't wait to see doodoo.. and i can't wait for the day when i can slack again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of things i did this week:&lt;br /&gt;x wore my sailor dress to school LOL. peeps called me sailormoon (yucks)..&lt;br /&gt;x wrapped my phone in an unexpected white/black zebra print (i wanted silver/black). so now i hafta cover it up with crystals asap!&lt;br /&gt;x did a painful eyelash extension which had horrid results cos it doesn't look like i did anything to my lashes at all. what a waste of time. next time, i'll definitely dare to request for the DRAMATIC ones i love.&lt;br /&gt;x shopped and shopped.&lt;br /&gt;x completed more than 10 pages of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have to mention. my junior gave me a domo key holder which i absolutely LOVE. hehehe. i had to fix it on immediately! if i could bring domomomo to school everyday i probably would love school even more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6047851248335715796?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6047851248335715796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6047851248335715796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6047851248335715796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6047851248335715796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-8519621906778872834</id><published>2008-06-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:47:12.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bless the balls with boughs of holly..</title><content type='html'>btw, i was just thinking to myself in bed (either last night or this morning - doesn't really matter does it?), why does everyone (incl the peeps in church) always seem to want to "BLESS THE WOMB" but they never ever say "BLESS THE BALLS?" or actually, "bless the testicles" since they're using "proper" terms? doesn't it take 2 hands to clap, and 2 people to make a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll never get past the issue on equal rights and treatment and all of that for women until we settle something like this. the fact that people only speak of blessing "one side" means that they think that only one side needs to be blessed. which also infers that if everything fails, it is that one side that is at fault, because that was the one that needed the blessing and was given the blessing. wth seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what in the world is this. i say, we need to bless the balls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papapapapapapapapa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-8519621906778872834?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/8519621906778872834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=8519621906778872834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8519621906778872834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/8519621906778872834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/bless-balls-with-boughs-of-holly.html' title='bless the balls with boughs of holly..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1275950119117038732</id><published>2008-06-19T12:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:00:25.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of goodbyes, happy chats and youth.</title><content type='html'>just yesteray i went for hi-tea (which was my lunch) at delifrance with my colleagues from both branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they presented me with a card (which i called a scrapbook cos everyone wrote on a piece of paper each) which didn't make me cry, but made me feel like it was so hard to smile during the post-meal, post-presentation photo-taking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just before that i attended my exit interview, where i said it doesn't feel like it was 16 months ago that i stepped into the very same building for my first "entrance" interview. i also shared (once more) that i had gotten into this course a year ago, but i held back because i really wanted to give it a shot at this particular centre, and at that point in time, i wished i could still stay because i couldn't believe i was finally leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to hi-tea, i was all smiles.. (much to the dismay of some colleagues haha). i felt this was't a time to cry, but after the whole thing i really didn't feel like smiling either. the feeling was just undescribable. it's as if it's time to let go and i know i can but yet at the same time it's as if letting go requires some sort of getting used to. it's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a present as well - a voucher from digiskin (along with the free meal X_X had i known it was going to be free i would've ordered just dessert or something LOL). digiskin is the place i've always wanted to go to get my phone wrapped in that zebra-print skin which caught my eyes since the first time i visited the place. i looked through their designs on their computer yesterday when my colleague accompanied me to the store after the meal, and nothing else grabbed my attention. well, i've had 2 comments from people that it looks lian.. but who cares. it's just the phone that's lian right? hahaha. it may say sth abt me.. but i think it's pretty nevertheless. however, they warned that the sticker may not go too well with the slight rubber-texture of my phone and may damage it. heck. i'm never going to remove my skin unless it's screwed, and if that ever happens i'll just have to skin it again! :X as long as nothing gets INTO the phone to spoil it, i'm fine i guess. anyway i didn't get it done last night because the process'll take 2 hours, so i decided i'll go back another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to check out gramophone after digiskin as well, because they were playing olivia ong's songs :) i was so tempted to grab her CDs.. but considering how i broke i am and am going to continue to be, i decided against it. i've been shopping way too much for my own good, using my comeback to school as a valid excuse for buying tees and tanks - which are the things that make me feel younger (and are also the things that Ailay noticed i haven't been wearing ever since i started working, if i'm not wrong). my mom's credit card has suddenly become mine - or at least i'm treating it as though it is! woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. tomorrow is orientation day and i'm only half-looking forward to it. not much of a surprise, if you know me well. and what's even worse is that i got myself a horrendous haircut the day before yesterday. my hair's sticking out at all the wrong places because she cut it so that it ends just above my shoulder, at the place which i describe as the not-long not-short area! whenever my hair ends up there, i cannot help but feel as though it takes ages to grow past it. the last time my hair ended up there was in secondary one where everytime the hair hit that spot i'd go for a haircut because i couldn't tie it up, i couldn't not-tie it up as it was simply too fugly. i almost allowed myself to cut it yesterday, as i brought a pair of scissors along with me to the bathroom and plucked up my courage and everything to just snip away. pity though, as i looked at my bathroom mirror i realised i didn't know how to cut my hair at all, so i grudgingly dragged my feet back to my room to put the scissors back at exactly where they were from. now i can only wait, and wait in pain, along with the pain of my bruised toe - yes it still hurts badly and is swollen, after an entire week, so i've decided i've had enough of fugliness (the bruise isn't going to go away for a long time) and booked myself in for a pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else that's really great to look forward to would be my meeting with Ailay later on this week, on Saturday, aka Slackurday *beams*. ailay suggested we do something different for once, instead of the usual shopping and eating, and i willingly agreed! i even expressed my utmost excitement and explained it all to her when she mentioned the word "Sentosa". HOHOHO yes i am that happy, because i am looking forward to slacking at coastes, watching the world go by, enjoying some salad (that's the only place where i ever eat salad) and.. PLAYING. play with what? with Ailay! on the LUGE! and chairlift! wahahaha. best of all? we can just walk around in comfy shorts.. and i can act cute with my heart sunglasses. what better way to spend a saturday! oh but i think i should steer clear and faraway from the CLEO shoot. there's 500 bikini babes there whom i do not want to meet because i'll just let their hotbods get the better of me. yesyesyes it's inferiority complex but i cannot help it. here i am - fat and flabby and there they are, slim and lanky or curvy and boobaceous. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our initial plans were to go for dimsum.. probably at yum cha or shang palace (my current fav because they serve soft chee cheong fun with delectable sauce PLUS buns with a custard-eggyolk mix!!!!), and then head down to her neighbour's for me to alter the many clothes i have for alteration. :X! i've been going to a very expensive tailor, spending well over a hundred now for just extremely minimal alterations of 4 pieces of clothing, so i decided it wouldn't hurt to visit someone else who's equally trustworthy and who has the recommendation for great workmanship of one of my most trusted buddies. it really is worth a try, after hearing the raves of what she can do and has done! reb has also been to someone who works from home (a friend of her mother) and the work she did looks fab too. i'm amazed with all these tailors who work from home! it's so secret, so stashed away from town, so behind my naked eyes! anyway, to make our Sentosa plan work out, Ailay has cast aside her tuition session on that saturday morning, while I have hidden my desire for the alteration of my clothes (hehehe), and the both of us have put away our craving for dimsum to go to Sentosa to SLACK AWAY! (i don't like the term "chill" because i think it sounds so act-cool. i don't know why i used it when i was talking on the phone with Ailay, but slack is my right word to use - it's direct and clear, just SLACK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have planned my outfit for the day :D so now i just need to pray and hope that the weather'll turn out fine! there's shopping (after all) after Sentosa.. and i'm looking forward to it as well because Ailay's going to show me where exactly i can get extreme-moisturising shampoo and ice-cream and cupcake tank tops or tees. WOOOOOOT! ^^ just thinking of what Saturday'll be like makes me beam with all the glee and delight in this world now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, yesterday i was smiling like a dope in public because i was trying to control my laughter. Ailay and i were talking about sexy shit, funny stuff which we never, or hardly ever talk about, and that was precisely what was replaying in my mind the whole time while i was out! we were laughing and laughing and laughing.. we were laughing at each other's reactions at certain moments where i cannot decide if whatever was funny because of our reactions alone or if it was because the reaction mixed in with the moment inappropriately enough to make it seem so appropriate for laughter! (my cold, calm "no" and her high-pitched "oh"). haha! anyway, Ailay and i hardly ever chat on the phone, and even her bf was surprised when she told him that WE were on the PHONE. thing is, i never knew it could be so enjoyable! ever since the internet came into my life, i hardly ever had a good, hour(s)-long chat anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ailay and i also spoke about how crazy we were in terms of shopping. i don't want to think about defining a shopaholic, and whether or not we are shopaholics, but one thing that i'm quite happy (or maybe surprised as well) to know is that, both of us have a bed full of clothes! which means, WAHAHAHA i'm not the only one in the world, or in Singapore, with a bed full of clothes! well you see, both ailay and i have an extra bed each. i have an extra bed because my bro decided to take the hard bed after sleeping on the soft jumpy one for a while, so now i have 2 soft jumpy springy beds in my room. ailay on the other hand, has an extra bed now because her sister's gotten married and has moved out. so with common sense, we figured that's extra, convenient space for clothes - a love!! and with that, a thought just hit me - we could sleepover at each other's places! just the other day, i was thinking about the lack of girly, youthful sleepovers in my current 20-year-old life. aren't sleepovers the thing which makes girls feel like they're still 9 years old? ooh! how lovely. ailay and i briefly discussed sleepovers (i think some several years ago) but have never discussed it in greater detail as we just get busier and busier as we grow older (BOO :(!). well maybe on saturday (if i ever do remember) we could talk about it again (as we did years ago)! only thing is, it's been 4 years since the day i first met ailay, and i'm not sure if we'll end up feeling younger as we talk about an old topic, or if we'll actually end up feeling much older, having realised that as we re-visit an old topic, it means that.. we've grown to be as old as the topic for it to be called OLD, and that the fact that we have to RE-visit what we've talked about years before means, we're sorta RE-vising our youth. omg. now i can understand why i always write my age is 20+ and not 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, i want to be 20 (twentie). i don't want to be in my twentieS. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1275950119117038732?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1275950119117038732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1275950119117038732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1275950119117038732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1275950119117038732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-goodbyes-happy-chats-and-youth.html' title='of goodbyes, happy chats and youth.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-7908886021272597182</id><published>2008-06-15T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:53:18.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum!</title><content type='html'>it's been 2 days of eating.. just yesterday, we (my family and i) had our father's day lunch at the intercontinental's olive tree ^^ i got to eat tons of quail eggs HAHAHA. so nice :D their soon kueh was fab too. i liked their cheesecakes as well, for it's rich cheese flavour but yet at the same time it was light in a filling sense. ^^ after which, mom and i headed down to haji lane, where the whole world was playing olivia ong songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, as i had promised myself (well sort of), doo and i went down to dhoby ghaut to see if we could catch olivia ong. we had absolutely no idea when she was ever going to start singing, but we reached at about 10 and were just in time (she started at 1010 if i remember correctly). LOL :) she sang this funked (or is it phunked) up version of My Favourite Things, which is quite different from the one she recorded in one of her earlier albums, but i like it so. :) it kinda shows how much one can experiment with music i think. pity though, i was hoping to listen to the wispy side of her voice but for most of the songs she sang, she used the stronger side of her voice haha. i'm not sure if this makes sense but that's exactly what it sounded like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after that doo and i went for some mango-durian dessert (fabfabfab!!!) and beef noodles. i love the beef noodles from ice monster.. because the beef is sooooooo soft that you'd think it'll get stuck in your teeth but it doesn't! also, the tendons (somehow woven in between the meat) are a must-eat! not that you'd have much of a choice if you want to eat the meat, but hey! this is coming from a person who previously-strictly doesn't eat tendons. ^^. my bro recommended another taiwan beef noodles place, but i have yet to try it. hopefully i'll do so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh it's only time for high tea and i'm already thinking about dinner X_X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-7908886021272597182?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/7908886021272597182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=7908886021272597182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/7908886021272597182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/7908886021272597182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/yum.html' title='yum!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-4902354177583170774</id><published>2008-06-13T08:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:03:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is just fab.</title><content type='html'>heheh i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doo told me that he heard on the radio at work that olivia ong's back in Singapore for good (for now), and she brought along with her her band from Japan (which is cool cos i've heard they were professional??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's fab news. PLUS she's performing at dhoby ghaut on Sunday (prob is i don't know what time because it's not stated anywhere at all) and i am so going to catch it because i have missed all her previous performances! seriously.. it's still so hard to get info about her upcoming performances. argh. but of course i'm hoping that it'll become easier as more and more people get to know about her locally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!! now i don't know whether or not to want Sunday to come sooner, because i want to get to see and hear olivia ong sooner, but doo's leaving on monday and that can wait. let me just hope that Sunday lasts longer then, for once at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto something else that's equally fab: it's amazing how not working full-time and rushing from school to work on several days can induce a weight loss of 4kg. funny thing is i still got all that arm fat, thigh fat and tummy fat so i'm rather puzzled as to where the 4kg came and went from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i'd like to think that i might be on my way to getting back to my original weight of 42kg. ;) if this goes on and i lose another 4kg in 3 weeks, OOH. haha. thing is school's starting and so the assignment's start piling up. this means i might start eating more again due to the stress that i'll be experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a so-called friend that i haven't met in the past 3 years commented that i look like a happily married woman with 2 kids. i must admit it did feel like it was so, except that i had 3 kids, not just 2. 3 kids in school, i mean :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, admist my boredom, i finally had a great idea! which is to read, read and read. i'm currently browsing through tracy quan's diary of a manhattan call girl and i think it's amazing how people brave themselves up for this job. sure it pays well, but i'm just not too sure exactly how, if i were in a call girl's shoes, would feel after every service. i shudder at the thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have another book (among tons of others in my want-to-read list) which i have in my hands now.. Remember Me? by sophie kinsella, which isn't her real name btw X_X. this fairytale book.. oh.. i'm expecting it to be as fairytale-like as the entire shopaholic series. why do women cloud themselves from reality by looking at what fantasy's all about? and in my case.. reading about it. and i can't believe i actually used to think that i was a fan of reality. fact is, i now realise i'm no different from the girls who love fantasy-themed movies for all that those are worth but i think that's all bullcrap when i see what goes on in reality sometimes. it turns out though, that now, i myself too, am a huge fan of being clouded from the true world at certain points in my life, which i like to believe gives us some comfy time, even if time refers simply to just a moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-4902354177583170774?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/4902354177583170774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=4902354177583170774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4902354177583170774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/4902354177583170774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-just-fab.html' title='this is just fab.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-765955438895680993</id><published>2008-06-12T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:38:36.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fears of today. are these actually fears at all?</title><content type='html'>i'm just home from skool, and i think my my writing skills have just gotten poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if i've lost my own style.. and my grades for my writing assignments fell (from 2 As, to a B, to what i perceive on my own as a C! but i can't be sure till 2 weeks later). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had one last essay to write before class ended (which actually is a re-write of our very first essay), and i felt that it's the worst essay i've ever written - with cancellations all over the place, i don't see or feel any confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the class was assured that this feeling of awkwardness would be temporary and it's only there because we're not used to writing formally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm feeling weird, awkward and all not because i'm not used to writing formally but because i always felt that writing has to be enjoyed, even if it was for an assignment. we should write according to our flow of thoughts of our views and opinions, and not allow our thoughts to control the way we write when our thoughts are of what's the right and wrong way of writing, and of trying to conform to a so-called proper style that isn't mine, but that i have to make mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we go to school to have things drilled into our heads? maybe it's so we can stand up for ourselves, test our inner strength and see if it wavers or if it's stubbornly unwavering. or perhaps it's so we can ask ourselves and realise in the end what's right or wrong, comfortable or plain uncomfortable. or is it just me who's being a barbaric writer who needs to be tamed (either willingly or unwillingly)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, the other issue that's bugging me is that of my toe. i don't dare to get them painted at all now, because once they are, the fugliness of the bruised toe would be hidden, along its progress in terms of the healing process. furthermore, it's so painful i can hardly walk without limping, and there i was trying to walk normally in school (but i was dragging my feet a lot more). in class, my writing clinic clique advised me to see a doctor to ease the bruise or it might just end up bruised forever (which reminds me of Jiahui's bruised toe which has been bruised for over a month!). oh.. what a nightmare :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i can't walk around as much as i want to means instead of getting the shopping i want from the streets, i'll have to settle for shopping around online shops which have nice but SOLD OUT stuff, which is equally depressing if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh i guess for now i'll just have to look forward to receiving my entire collection of heart sunglasses in various colours (yes i want them in yellow, red, white, black and pink! OLD HABITS DIE HARD!). with them, i'll never need to shop for sunglasses in my entire life! also, i'm thinking of giving caffe cova at paragon a visit after reading a review of it from the new paper. :) some good stuff to look forward to i believe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-765955438895680993?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/765955438895680993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=765955438895680993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/765955438895680993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/765955438895680993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/fears-of-today-are-these-actually-fears.html' title='the fears of today. are these actually fears at all?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-3747229214082156451</id><published>2008-06-12T07:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:08:13.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>i tripped and hurt my toe and it hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even need to walk to feel the pain on my big toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, anyone could've guessed by now that it is bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i didn't take off my still-perfect nail polish. but i couldn't fend off my own curiosity on finding out exactly how badly it was bruised because i was so afraid that it'd be so horribly, tragically bruised that my toenail would fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now i have absolutely now idea how i'm going to get them painted back, considering it hurts even when i just touch the toenail. T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor toe.. :( anyway, now it's time to hobble off to school with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-3747229214082156451?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/3747229214082156451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=3747229214082156451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3747229214082156451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/3747229214082156451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6600830161724473585</id><published>2008-06-11T08:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:56:23.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more wedding invitations to come... :X</title><content type='html'>just last night, a crazy thought hit me while i was trying to figure out why a girl's wedding day is always termed as her HAPPIEST one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps the reason was clear, just that it isn't always told: because the days after that may probably never be as happy as that HAPPIEST day. haha! (well i mean, for some peeps, not all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to something the pastor (is that what you'd call the person reciting the marriage vows and all in church?) at my colleague's wedding mentioned, which i thought was quite funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the first year of marriage, the husband speaks, and the wife listens.&lt;br /&gt;during the second year, the wife speaks, and the husband listens.&lt;br /&gt;when they get to their third year of marriage, they both speak, and the neighbours listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, years ago, when i first met doo, i told him that i believe in co-habitation and not marriage. that's wrong, or unacceptable as a long of people may think or say, but i think that's better in a way actually - that one can walk away from a relationship simply by packing and leaving. it's that literal, i'd think, especially if you're able to manage your emotions, and perhaps being able to leave without all that paperwork is far easier, and much more convenient than getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever's more convenient, whatever's easier may not always be the right thing to do. but people still do it anyway, as long as it's what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well 6 years down the road and my attendance at the first wedding with my name on the invite (OMG) later, i can't tell if i'm back to my old self of not wanting to get married. sure - every girl loves a fairytale, only that i can't seem to assure myself or have anyone assure me that fairytales do exist. it's not so much of whom i'm with, or trusting that person actually. it's just me KNOWING there isn't such a thing at all because nobody's perfect and should things happen, how much of it can i take before i call it quits? (or how much can a partner take?). a marriage involves commitment (obviously from both the girl and the guy), and the lack of it is the key to a broken one. it's the same with any relationship really, only that without the marriage certificate, it is much easier to pack and go in every physical aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, this is why i can't imagine getting married and i just wonder if anything would happen along the way to make me change my mind. (other than aging hehe, which apart from being a natural process of allowing gravity to make your skin sag, is also the possible cause of making singles go crazy about getting hitched!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm this is weird. i thought that usually girls want to get married even more after attending weddingssss. maybe i should attend more then. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6600830161724473585?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6600830161724473585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6600830161724473585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6600830161724473585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6600830161724473585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-expect-to-receive-more-wedding.html' title='more wedding invitations to come... :X'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2862021536373819696</id><published>2008-06-10T13:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:01:54.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ domo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4OMWWsxSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yaX_hTT7Kzw/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4OMWWsxSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yaX_hTT7Kzw/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210117424236250402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4MmWWsxOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3NN3DZhYqbY/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4MmWWsxOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3NN3DZhYqbY/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210115671889593570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4NrmWsxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O_g90iOuTzA/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4NrmWsxRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/O_g90iOuTzA/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210116861595534610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4NO2WsxQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9dtINpXCqKs/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4NO2WsxQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9dtINpXCqKs/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210116367674295554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4NBmWsxPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7nr8yg_DGfY/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4NBmWsxPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7nr8yg_DGfY/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210116140041028850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really had nothing better to do this morning when i woke up. everyone's off to Boston, doo's headed to taiwan next week, and so poor me would be absolutely bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i played around in my big shirt with domo momo.. and sorta camwhored (more like cam-cute) for a while, which is something i never ever do. with no make up, no styled hair, i took pictures of what's just me. not that i style my hair or put on make up when i go out anyway X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't help but think to myself while looking at these photos.. that ooh! i love my eyelash extensions. if only they were permanent haha. well i guess they're not exactly visible from these pictures here, unless you have my HUGE, original copy of these photos haha! all taken with the courtesy of my phone cam ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of these poses r the same. with the only diff being open or closed eyes. haha! well what to do. i just love domo why would i think of as many ways as possible to hug him when i just want to hug him already? XD!&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2862021536373819696?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2862021536373819696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2862021536373819696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2862021536373819696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2862021536373819696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-domo.html' title='i ♥ domo'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bG7onPPsLOI/SE4OMWWsxSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yaX_hTT7Kzw/s72-c/collage5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1206982231827633392</id><published>2008-06-07T10:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:57:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Price Tags and all that baggage.</title><content type='html'>they say that nothing ever comes free, and i fully agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may always seem that love or rather, being in love comes free when it is mutual. and that part of it i think is true. but when things sour, the existence of the emotional price tag which has all along been hidden in the bag of love suddenly pops up. and then we realise, nothing ever comes free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure if i've touched on this before over here. but i've always been amazed at how naturally different males and females are, in ALL aspects. there always seems to be some general traits which apply to the majority of each gender, and that really is quite something, considering God probably had that all planned out on purpose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from all the differences i've ever noted, the most amazing ones are those which involve our minds (like what makes us tick and what doesn't). for example, men in general seem to lie because they themselves would rather be lied to when sth bad happens, whereas women would "die-die" want to know the truth even if it hurts (it kinda always does, (otherwise we wouldn't always be dying to know) because we ourselves probably wouldn't lie about cheating, or that it wouldn't matter to us if the men found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while this may seem like a gender-dfference thing, i'm actually wondering if it could have been developed in us because of the way each of us were brought up? that's cos i truly believe that we always expect others to treat us in the same way that we treat them. for example, a kind person who expect others to treat him/her kindly (but unfortunately that's not how society is and so the truth hurts), and a meanie probably treats others meanly because he expects them to treat him meanly (i'm not surprised if his mindset would be sth like this: be mean to them before they're mean to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i can't decide if these are simply gender differences or a matter of how we were brought up, but it could be former because i have yet to meet a woman who does not always seek the truth (even if she knows it's going to hurt). on the outside it may seem like she doesn't want to know (because knowing hurts) but deep down inside, we're probably all seeking answers. then again, people are all different and for all i know, there probably are loads of women out there who would rather be kept in the dark and not know, and lie to themselves and be lied to by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i'm touching on this because i think that no matter what we do, sometimes the right and wrong is so subjective that we ourselves are unclear and confused about it. is it right to lie when you don't want to hurt a person? is it okay when one doesn't lie to a person you know would rather not know the truth(people who would rather be lied to)? is it alright to lie when you know the person you're gonna hurt actually hates to be lied to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word 'hurt' keeps appearing, so matter what we do, right or wrong, yes or no, there's always an emotional price tag attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while some people may think that being single and loveless is a good thing because you won't have to experience more hurt than there already is through an additional relationship in one's life, i think not. i think that being single and in love hurts as much as being in a relationship with someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am just wondering, in whatever we do, in whatever circumstances, how much of an emotional price am i prepared to pay for whatever situation i choose to put myself into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1206982231827633392?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1206982231827633392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1206982231827633392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1206982231827633392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1206982231827633392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/emotional-price-tags-and-all-that.html' title='Emotional Price Tags and all that baggage.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2771974780765968578</id><published>2008-06-06T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:13:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>oh i suck at bowling, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, that day is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, reb and i met up for lunch at sakae. amazingly, i only had 2 $2.29 plates for lunch + a can of qoo white grape. then we went to substance, where she's currently working at, and it was this afternoon that i learnt the pay there's actually commission based. LOL. anyway, it was pretty fun just sitting there for over an hour, watching the world go by in a shoe shop. i could say that i was people watching while rebecca was busy tending to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spotted the fugliest things, such as people who tried on the shoes and left them on the floor, making the entire shop look SO messy. reb called that action rude, but on second thought, i think it's simply unrefined. i couldn't stand it, so i picked up the shoes after the woman left the shop and left it on the counter for reb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, there was a korean family that came in and purchased 8 pairs of shoes. i kinda like the laid-back yet dressed-up style of the girl in that family. she had these black/silver heels, which i eyed in amazement as she walked around in them. well, another thing i was looking at was the mother, who repeatedly stamped down hard on the floor each time she tried on a pair of heels, which honestly was rather scary. thankfully the ground was made of marble, and not of anything weaker. haha :) and i'm afraid i'm still unable to figure out her reason for doing that to every pair of heels, but i kept thinking to myself.. about how that aggression might damage like 1% of the shoes and how i wouldn't ever want to be the person buying shoes that were damaged by that kind of aggression. also, the woman of the family asked for a further discount for a pair of shoes which had a slight defect. with an additional 5% discount, she took them, but asked for MORE. she asked the staff if a discount since she's purchasing in bulk and can pay in cash -_- i wanted to laugh at the entire absurdity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt that people watching's actually quite fun, especially when it takes place in a shoe shop! it's like watching a fashion show.. people model the shoes and walk around, and then i decide whether or not i want to purchase them in my size. LOL. anyway, i'm so proud of myself for not buying anything from substance today. haha. i used to buy at least a pair or two or three each time i visited that shop. :X apart from that, another thing which surprised me was that perm staff at substance actually said i look familiar :X now i wonder, is that a sign which tells me i've been buying too many shoes from substance? haha. i think i've calmed down a lot in a shoe-buying sense though, perhaps it was just a shoe-craze phase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that perm staff asked if i'd like to work as well. :X so i put down my info for employment, hopefully in october when my hols start. wheehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2771974780765968578?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2771974780765968578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2771974780765968578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2771974780765968578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2771974780765968578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1617609331884988248</id><published>2008-06-04T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:57:08.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i survived!</title><content type='html'>on monday my first writing class. and in fact, i find it more interesting than what i had expected it to be :) i now know like 3 out of 59 of my schoolmates.. haha, so hopefully i'll get to know more of 'em soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work after that.. to see everyone eating KFC lol. damn i am gonna miss that place like mad. not because of KFC or whatever, but simply being there as a team together with everyone else. i so miss that place already that i'm not even complaining of the tiredness of going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just yesterday i went to work again. i noticed that time past so quickly as i spent some time cleaning and clearing up the classroom + teaching area and talking to my colleagues.. and i'm still not done with work yet. my table in the staff room's still full of things, some of which were left by my previous colleague (whom i was pretty close to as well) when she left in december 07. i think to myself that i'm going to miss this place for a lot of things, namely the people in the environment. they are pretty much non-threatening. plus u get a large handful of cute kids to work with, as compared to a small number in mainstream schools, but anyway that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. plans for today: to head down to east coast park (a very unfamiliar location) to bowl (actually i intend to be a spectator, but i'm so sure i'll be forced to bowl, which sucks), and to cycle or blade (both of which i do not do). i requested for kayaking but my colleagues said it's too physically-vigorous an activity and some people might not be able to take it. well, i think bowling + cycling/blading are physically exhausting for me as compared to kayaking, which if done for at least 8-9 hours at a time will secure you a bag of instant muscles on each upper arm. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and it's writing clinic again tomorrow. and after that i have a home visit to do! my very first on the job. how interesting. =) plus i'll be meeting reb on Friday, the new substance girl! :D ooh it's so exciting, but i can't imagine myself shopping for shoes when the one who's assisting me is actually a friend :X! not that it's bad or anything, it's just that it's never happened before. ooh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1617609331884988248?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1617609331884988248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1617609331884988248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1617609331884988248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1617609331884988248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-survived.html' title='i survived!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2846242092552493417</id><published>2008-06-01T03:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:17:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairy issues</title><content type='html'>i've met up with sher, jane, cheryl, jiahui and ailay.. and oh god i missed them so much! 4 of 'em r flying off to boston next week, while i start my writing classes on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting to see how 4 writing classes will manage to improve my english, or writing for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i did my eyelashes as well - extensions, for a 2nd time actually. they look great! supposedly termed as the 'dramatic' or drama version, they still look pretty alright, with no fan-effect (like a thick black opened fan). much better looking than the 'natural' ones i did the previous time, where there was no diff except for the extension of the length of my original lashes or something. haha! hmm one thing i always wonder when i'm sitting there for an hour or so and getting them done, how exactly do they do it? what is the process? because i'm not a first-timer, nobody ever tells me. and i don't remember anything from the first time. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did threading as well, and little did i know she was at trainee stage in threading. i know everyone has to be a student or trainee at least once in their entire lives, but in this case, it really hurt. it felt like PLUCKING. haha, which i cannot help but feel is a hundred times more painful than skilled threading. actually, i thought i was supposed to be in for tweezing, but ah well, i'm not complaining since the shape and everything else's fine - just the PAIN. T_T! the best thing was she said she knows it is painful for first-timers. but it isn't my first time threading!! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for an upper lip wax too, and surprisingly it didn't hurt =/ i didn't realise that it didn't hurt until the therapist asked me if it did. LOL. maybe i am getting used to it o_O! i hope! but one thing i hate about all this hair removal regimes is that they claim to pave the way for a smoother, shorter, finer regrowth, it's actually all bullcrap! i have a moustache now! (i mean when the hair grows back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since we're on such a hairy issue, i might as well speak about how upset i am abt the hairdresses i like - because they have all left the salons where i met them at and i don't know where to find another who's as good as the 2 that i knew. :( well so the other day i desperately needed a haircut as i had to take an instant passport sized photo (seriously those kinda pics NEVER ever turn out well unless they're edited or sth) and i didn't want to have one taken without a haircut. so there i went, to jantzen at great world as it was the closest to home and OH it turned out horrid. the next day i went to work and one of my colleagues noted the CHANGE. mind you the previous time i cut my fringe i got splendid comments and this time around, as she hesitated on what to say and gave a grown, i reacted first by giving a "crying" face and she returned that with a totally-understanding and sympathetic look and assured me the hair would grow out soon. now, 2 weeks down the road it looks much better but still not as good as what i got before from a previous hairdresser who LEFT T_T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy issues aside, i think i've got something going on with Olivia Ong's music. i should've written about this a long time ago when i first started listening to her music on my handphone sooo frequently, especially when i'm going home from work (happy mah) haha. anyway, i'm still listening to her music (the non-jap ones) though just yesterday i have come to accept her singing in jap, which has all along been difficult because the english accent was so strong and i guess i wasn't exactly used to that. it sounded different from the usual, true jap songs, whatever that meant, and well, the more i listen to it, the better it is and that accent thing is fading away into the song itself ;) i'm talking about a song entitled Sweet Memories, which has an english verse in between all the jap ones, and all of a sudden that english verse now sounds weird to me haha. OMG, i am so confoosed but what i know now is hey! i actually like that song ^^. anyway, sad to say, i've missed all of her performances locally, because i never knew about them in the first place! she has an official website but nothing past 2006 is updated in there, and there isn't a single site that's dedicated to her performance dates and locations, which is kinda unfortunate, because then i can only watch it on youtube :( and the only way in which one can get to know of her performances is if one frequents that venue often, but thing is venues for performances change all the time so how would i ever know :( furthermore, she's an export to Japan, so she's based there. T_T ah well. i just hope she releases a new English record soon, because i happened to chance upon her singing "Apologise" live, and i liked it (plus i think the jap albums are just so not-her-style as compared to the Bossanova ones!)! so hopefully if that happens, that song'll be in it :D &amp; apparently, a friend of mine says he got 'sentimental' after listening to her singing "sometimes when we touch". :X i've enjoyed her songs so much that i don't think any of her songs have made me tear.. so i find that kinda funny :X LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, here's some of the pics doo and i took with my phone's cam while we were up on the flyer, with and without zoom. the usual s'pore lights, except that they're all seen while we're high above the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgfly.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgfly.jpg" width="191" height="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 durians and a mandarin. how oriental ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer2.jpg" width="191" height="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highwayssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer3.jpg" width="191" height="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another view of the skyscrapers or office buildings, as i'd call 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer4.jpg" width="191" height="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little toy cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hushmylilbaby/sgflyer5.jpg" width="191" height="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fullerton hotel on the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2846242092552493417?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2846242092552493417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2846242092552493417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2846242092552493417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2846242092552493417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/06/hairy-issues.html' title='hairy issues'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-1626273229885383801</id><published>2008-05-28T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:37:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyelashesssss~!!</title><content type='html'>i did my eyelashes yesterday haha. i went for an eyelash extension, and i can't tell if there's these 2 strands of lashes that look so thick and stuck to my eyelid instead of on my real lashes. i was desperately looking very hard because my left eye looked so much smaller than my right so i guessed sth was wrong! well anyway i scratched my eyelid and saw 2 strands of lashes that looked like falsies but were stuck onto my eyelid. so i tried to pluck them out but it hurt like mad.. and afterwards i felt so worried about them and at the same time worried about how i might've made my eyelid saggy due to the pulling or how my left eye may have appeared to be smaller than the right because it is saggy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i always had one eye smaller than the other.. so it isn't really a biggie. my lashes are equally curled up in the same angle, so i shouldn't be worrying. now i am just guilty of the pulling because those 2 strands didn't drop off, but are now no longer on my eyelid but i can't tell where. they're admist the other lashes as i saw them sticking out this morning.. but beacuse i can't see their "roots", i can't do anything. well what do i intend to do anyway? it hurts to pull it off. still i don't know why i keep fiddling with my eyelids, pulling them up to see that it's all ok, and so now i wonder if that pulling will loosen my muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyhow, they're still pretty :) so that's okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-1626273229885383801?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/1626273229885383801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=1626273229885383801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1626273229885383801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/1626273229885383801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/05/usual-habits-never-cease-to-strike.html' title='eyelashesssss~!!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-46881523774694057</id><published>2008-05-18T06:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:42:12.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the maxi obsession continues...</title><content type='html'>just yesterday, doo booked out and i bugged him to go down to haji lane with me :) i didn't remember that it literally was such a small lane, but anyway the interior of the shops *the decor still looks as cool as it was the last time i went down with jiahui (which i think was something like.. last year?!?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, doo felt that the houses were going to collapse any moment. when we opened the doors of one of the shops, you could hear creaks that weren't coming from the door itself, but from the walls haha. and it so happened that there was a catch line on the front page of the newpaper which quoted a father from one of the quake-stricken parts of China as saying sth like this: "quake didn't kill my daughter. school did". so i suppose if it ever happens in haji, it'll be "quake didn't kill my gf. the shop did". :X but thankfully, sg's in a quake-free zone, though we should never take this safety forgranted. we still are able to feel tremors when other countries closeby experience a quake, so we'll never know when it'll be serious enough to actually give us a real shake, though i'm not saying we should be worrying day and night about this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of quakes.. i hardly dare to read the news of all the devastation from the quake + cyclone that's going on. i want to donate clothes, but there's word going round that the collection-of-clothing place at peninsula plaza's received a response that's so overwhelming that they had to stop accepting clothing (w00t?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to haji.. i came across this shop with a pair of satin red pumps that caught my eye. while i was wondering if that's the only piece left.. my eyes wandered and caught sight of an entire glass shelf of shoes. :X one of which was a quirky twist to aladdin-style shoes. it was a flat pair, mary-jane style with a single, silver strap that goes from thick-to-thin, left-to-right. it's one that's looks as though it is made of soft metallic cracked leather, and remains very sturdy despite the outershell feel of softness. i checked its size and woohoo, it's a 39! i tried it on (for some reason it looked smaller than a 39) and i realised it's actually a little too big, but the maryjane strap saves the day! i immediately went to the counter and reserved it before others came into the shop heheh :X i told the staff i wanted it without finding out the price first, so i'm glad it didn't cost me a bomb. the most special thing i find about these shoes is its shape. while it is entirely plain from toe to heel, (i don't suppose a metallic-look under light would count), big-feet people like me can never wear pointy toes (actually can, i tried it on at bugis the other day but they didn't look good enough to impress me) and so this one, has the point to the side, where your biggest toe is. so it's sorta like the shoe follows the shape of our toes (from tallest to shortest). SO CUTE! however, when i reached home and re-modelled it, i realised the point isn't obvious when worn and viewed from opposite perspective, and instead makes my feet look bigger than they already are (the usual thing to expect when buying pointy shit for big feet), and all of a sudden its too plain for my liking with no specific detail. this has got to be the plainest pair of shoes i've ever purchased! while it seems that i was going to write this off as an impulse buy, i decided its a keeper. who knows when i'm going to need green shoes? or actually, i simply love the shade of green so much that i want to keep it. furthermore, it's comfy and spacious (mayb that explains why it makes my feet look big!) and one day, perhaps i'll have shoes of every colour (except for a couple of disliked ones). while green has never been on my list, yellow has always been and i am still looking out for a nice yellow pair :( some yellow ones look so cheap, too plain and god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh another good find at haji lane was a maxi dress. because it's made of raw cotton, i'd say it is a very casual floral dress - nothing like the foley &amp; corrina inspired one from F21 which i already have. however, i am looking for something casual because i can't bear to wear that silk one out :X i'm only hesitating because one of the dresses i spotted at the shop was selling online at $33.. and it retails for $50 at the shop. thus i'm worried i'll see online shops sprouting up with maxi dress collections and with the same design popping up. they've only got 3 pcs for that design in the shop.. so that's not too bad (in terms of the likelihood of me seeing someone wearing the same thing, and chances of it going OOS by Tuesday). i'm not exactly a fan of florals, because i think sometimes they look ah-ma when unmodelled, but i seem to have a different view of that when florals are placed on a white/cream/black base. take my hurs suitcase for example (i LOVE it!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway. i ended up getting the raw cotton maxi with hotpink and white large florals + green pointy leaves at a hefty price (hefty because i saw it selling for cheaps somewhere else) but i guess it's always safer to pay more for something you can try on, especially something with prints. because if you get a dress with prints that happen to be stitched at positions where you least want them to be, it's horrid. my bro said it looks mature.. (which brings me back to my initial thought of it being AH MA) but i think that with my current short fringe hair, it balances out to make me look my age. PLUS.. i've been looking for a really casual maxi anyway, so this fits my description (except that this one turned out to be black, so not spring, but the garden florals save the day). there were silky satin ones as well, but what's the point of getting a casual spring-summer dress that's in the same material as a formal one? if one does, one might as well wear an evening gown out. why bother about specially getting a maxi that's supposed to be casual enough to bring you from shopping to tea time and not wedding dinner time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have plans for more maxis. this is quite obvious, as the title of the post suggests. doo asked me why i'm following this 'trend' since i recognise it as a trend by telling him it's moving so slowly in ever-so-slow Singapore (in a fashion/retail sense) possibly due to height issues, and it's simply because i think it's fun to be decked out in something different from what i usually wear out, bearing in mind it feels somewhat different from wearing mini dresses, and i certainly think it's something that's less fuss, more oomph. =D muahahhaa.. the kinda thing i xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-46881523774694057?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/46881523774694057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=46881523774694057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/46881523774694057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/46881523774694057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/05/maxi-obsession-continues.html' title='the maxi obsession continues...'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-5501853857014690580</id><published>2008-05-16T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:46:05.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost a so-long, farewell.</title><content type='html'>this is the week that i:&lt;br /&gt;x made it known to the parents of the children whom i'm teaching that i'm leaving at the end of june.&lt;br /&gt;x paid $44 for a horrid haircut.&lt;br /&gt;x am absolutely mad about hunting for maxi dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i thought was so difficult to do turned out to be easier than i thought. i'm referring to point number one: telling the peeps that i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the responses i got were surprising :X while overall the responses expressed their dismay, they also included bits of "it's good to study while you have no commitments" and "it's better to study before you get married". and in one conversation with a parent, she repeatedly asked me to defer for a year and asked the head of centre to ask me to defer as well because she felt her child has been making steady progress with me, and when she came back the next day, she jokingly said she'll kill me. but nevertheless, she still wished me all the best, while commenting as well that next week would be my last teaching week T_T. haha. i feel so appreciated. another went "harrrrrrrrrr" and said that we should keep in touch, citing the possibility of me becoming her home intervention teacher, which i felt was a service her son didn't need. before the session ended, she took a picture of her child + me together. how nice! one other parent whose child has a resistance to touch from others (before she gets to know you well enough to be termed as a "familiar person") was worried about how her child would cope as she said her child was already close to me. well i guess it is good to let the kids experience a change and see how they learn to cope with it. the head of our centre as well as myself had to assure the parents that the next teacher would be an experienced one and that the education of their child would not be compromised in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i have a renewed passion for special needs. :X but of course i'm still keeping my options open, which was precisely why i had chosen not to get bonded at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's just one more teaching week to go. i wonder what this goodbye would be like and for some reason i'm not exactly looking forward to it because i can't believe that my colleagues and i have reached the last teaching week of Semester 1, 2008. and i'm getting rather worried too because it's almost the end of the teaching term but my singing voice has not fully recovered. i am still unable to sing out certain notes, and it irks me because i can't sing my favourite songs while listening to my mp3s!! i get so mad i end up switching off my music player. well i guess for now i'll just think about what i'm looking forward to tomorrow: seeing doodoo, shopping and eating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-5501853857014690580?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/5501853857014690580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=5501853857014690580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5501853857014690580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/5501853857014690580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/05/almost-so-long-farewell.html' title='almost a so-long, farewell.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-6266469599318456566</id><published>2008-05-11T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:24:27.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doo.. makes me happy.. lalalalala...</title><content type='html'>had dinner with doodoo today before he booked in.. and my while i thought we were early, we turned out to be late because we waited for 1/2 an hour before my main course came, and after it did, i found out that the chicken was uncooked before i could even take a bite from my plate (because the meat was totally raw and pink and i couldn't cut through it). they offered to recook the entire dish for me, but time was not on our side so we had to give it a miss. doo's food then came 5 minutes after mine and so we shared it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully the staff were extremely courteous and really tried to make up for their mistake. we really would've stayed to eat if we had the time! doo filled up the feedback form which came with the bill, and i was glad that he did (so i could eat hehe). and while he was doing so, i felt so happy because i felt that he had matured (heh not in every way cos there's bits of him that stay the same :X) and that he somehow or rather has a pretty cool way of handling stuff when i'm all upset and panicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, there was one day when i wanted to collect a parcel from the post office. i had forgotten that they close earlier on weekends, so by the time i got there, there were only like 2 of the staff inside who were walking around in the dimmed post office and who had absolutely no eye contact with us at all. i was really looking forward to my box of scallops from aji ichiban which i had specially and expensively imported, and thus i was extremely disappointed and negative at that point in time. X_X i felt they wouldn't make any exception to help us with it and was seriously going to leave and cry in my heart. haha. doo however, managed to get the attention of an auntie :X and he explained to her that we couldn't have made it any earlier because we rushed down the moment he could book out :X (well he does have the hair of a fresh army boy). with his calm and cool explanation, the auntie helped us to get our parcel!~!~ OMG i couldn't believe it and i was so happieeeeee!~!~ about the parcel and about the way in which doodoo helped me to manage the situation :X whee! i simply had such a lovely feeling after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it looks like i'm back to missing doo for another 5 days (and i'll be counting down again).. before i get to see him on friday night T_T~ for now i probably just have to look at the strawberry chocolate notebook he bought for me which i like very very much and which was made to look as though someone had taken a bite off that gorgeous baby pink chocolate bar and of course think of him all the time till i fall asleep. anyway, a booking has been made for the Singapore Flyer so we'll be going up to see the lights! and hopefully have dinner at popeyes' before that heehehhe.. i love their cheesecake bites and we've been going there for lunch once every two weeks since a month ago or something! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-6266469599318456566?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/6266469599318456566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=6266469599318456566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6266469599318456566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/6266469599318456566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/05/doodoo-has-sth-changed-when-he-turned.html' title='doo.. makes me happy.. lalalalala...'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11593237.post-2274717818416936848</id><published>2008-05-07T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:10:02.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is ignorance a definite bliss?</title><content type='html'>had a chat with jiahui yesterday, and i expressed my utmost dismay about certain things about the degree programme in enrolled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't get me wrong - i am terrifically happy that i've gotten into it and still am actually (everytime someone asks me about the degree i start smiling like a mad dope), and in fact i was looking forward to it very much until my timetable was released. :X there's just some things in there which took me an entire day to come to terms with, because i finally managed to convince myself that nothing can be done about it and that well, there definitely is a reason why some things are in place. however, just this evening, i received an email from one of the students who are going to be in my cohort, who seemed to be feeling the way i am feeling, or at least almost, because i am surprised at how strong her feelings are, and while i'm unable to match up to their strength, i can feel that she is indeed disturbed by the outcome of some news. i am so not alone, i suppose, in this world where a fully contented person who remains in that state forever is such a rare find, and so at the end of the day it probably is all about how we accept others, and hopefully those others would accept us in the same way in which we accept them. i believe that's how we keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, now that i know that i know nobody in the entire cohort, i am kinda worried about my antisocialness haha. it's a rather weird feeling to be excited about new things to come and yet be worried about the unpredictability of it all. doo says (in his SMS typed miles away) that perhaps i should just go to school to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i really think i should. a huge percentage (actually it's 100%) of my stress is caused by worrying over things that have yet to happen. i just keep providing myself with endless worst-case scenarios! jiahui gave some insight into the kind of activities i can expect to participate in during lessons (and so i imagined myself in them haha), and OMG one'd really need creativity to carry those out. i haven't been exercising my creativity for over a year now, because i've just been desperately trying to learn from others about the best ways and more ways in which i can help the children i'm working with. picking up knowledge from others is useful, but exercising your creativity is another thing altogether which sometimes i feel, requires one to go against the odds, to move away from what's the norm and what we usually do or see everyday. sad to say, that i've spent most of my time trying to learn to do what i usually see others doing and the only thing about my individuality that i've kept sane is my work dressing of low jeans and long tops plus my outershell-shy nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nvm about all that for now. before i start all the theorised stuff again, i have some time to enjoy myself during the coming june "hols". :) some of the events (from now till the end of my freedom) on my mind are:&lt;br /&gt;- a colleague's getting married so what exactly to wear? i want to dress up in sth that's not obiang but yet conservative and appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;- meetups with several friends, i have like at least 4 meetups on my list now!&lt;br /&gt;- hopefully a lash extension ;)&lt;br /&gt;- pedicures (WOOHOO i can pedi like mad for the next 2 years!)&lt;br /&gt;- meeting doodoo not just on weekends but on weekdays too&lt;br /&gt;- a visit to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;- and also, a to-do-or-not-to-do perm. i've done the one-day kind before and it looks totally fab when the curls start wearing off into waves. =) it's not just totally fab, i think it's gorgeous hair to have like every single day of the week and every week of the month. =)&lt;br /&gt;- i know i don't want a big bdae hoohaa, but i am imagining a beach party with authentic and freshly baked pizzas (minus off the foam and pool nonsense) and mee in my silk-chiffon floral maxi. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;- i'm glad to receive support from my colleagues on furthering my studies, regardless of whether or not it is relevant to my current work or future work (which i feel is honestly too soon to speak of - i am a procrastinator, remember?) and the best surprise of all came from one who used to tell me to go for NUS/NTU but now supports this degree by saying she'd take it up too if she had the chance because she now believes that it will be recognised. one of the qns my other colleagues asked was if i'd consider coming back in 2 years' time. =) all i can say is that it's so nice to appreciate not only the people around you, but to feel appreciated as well. what a lovely feeling~ it makes me smile!&lt;br /&gt;- lastly, i know that i think too much, but it's fun to think when there's something to think about :D!&lt;br /&gt;- oops. one more thing :X i'm just 2 days away from seeing doodoo again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11593237-2274717818416936848?l=see-saw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/feeds/2274717818416936848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11593237&amp;postID=2274717818416936848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2274717818416936848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11593237/posts/default/2274717818416936848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://see-saw.blogspot.com/2008/05/ignorance-is-definitely-bliss.html' title='is ignorance a definite bliss?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
