<?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-6265435853425907304</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:59:14.170+08:00</updated><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Life'/><category term='cherish'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Sweets'/><category term='Euphoria'/><category term='Birthday Party'/><category term='Dearico'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Shopping spree'/><category term='apology'/><category term='Love'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='club'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Qantas'/><category term='Happy Weekend'/><category term='work'/><category term='Sentimentals'/><category term='Perth'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Let Love Transcend All</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1753368832003799343</id><published>2009-08-20T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:46:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog moved to Live Journal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jerica-zmq.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://jerica-zmq.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1753368832003799343?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1753368832003799343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1753368832003799343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1753368832003799343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1753368832003799343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-moved-to-live-journal.html' title='Blog moved to Live Journal!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8221550670794519406</id><published>2009-08-19T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:56:44.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>First to party, Back to School</title><content type='html'>Last year! Time to get geared up before you really graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i was taken ill for the whole of last week. Played too hard over my birthday week, wahaha! But i really love the celebrations! Many many presents and loads of catching up with my friends. Great turn out at my party. I'm loving it! Thanks to Rico and my besties Kareen, Jaslene, Sihui, Zhongming for turning up at the surprise outing, and not forgetting Adele of cos! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to School wasn't easy. Had to cope with the tremendous stress of juggling my club activities, and groups forming, and settling into tutorial groups for the new modules in the brand new semester. New faces in NBS. Very exciting and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but. This week i'm stressed up and totally burned! Tues and Fris are my full days. at least 7 hours of lesson, which definitely requires me to drink up some adequate amount of caffeine to keep me focused in class! And Tues and Fris are my language days too! Pretty exciting but enervating at the same time. French and Japanese! I’m loving them. But I really need to brush up on my languages, haa! I love learning them, but I’m worried I will be too packed this semester! Afterall, it’s the time to rush our FYPs! And gosh, we’ve yet to meet up with the Prof when other teams are already conducting their research – questionnaires, etc. Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, Wed Thur this week I’m down for NBS Day. Hafta prepare and man the booths for our BAF Club. Plus attending Luncheon with international students. Thur &amp; Fri &amp; Sat &amp; coming Monday are used up for interviews with applicants who are interested in joining the 4th Management Committee of BAFC. Sat night is the night when Clarence is running for his pageant, and I will be at Zirca to support him… Go Clarence! You know you will make it, cos I’m supporting you despite the huge amount of stress I’m feeling! All the best yeah, flaunt your stuffs! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And next Wed is mingling night. For us to mingle with the new batch of mgmt committee. Potential candidates. Interested parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully come next Thur I can relax more! I need to slip back into my academic semester mood and momentum! Go go go, final 2 semesters before you miss school life again, my dear Jeri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you also see the amount of stress I’m under?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8221550670794519406?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8221550670794519406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8221550670794519406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8221550670794519406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8221550670794519406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-to-party-back-to-school.html' title='First to party, Back to School'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-9012889983480335003</id><published>2009-07-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:22:33.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><title type='text'>Very-Jeri's 21st Birthday Bash!</title><content type='html'>It's confirmed! I'm holding my 21st birthday celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On: 5th August 09 (Wed)&lt;br /&gt;At: Pasir Ris Costa Sands Resort&lt;br /&gt;Starting from: 6.30pm till ... late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who are interested to stay over from 4th (tue) and go swimming in the morning on 5th (wed)tgt wif jeri let me know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need people to help me with DECO! =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslene, Ashley, Chiok and Hongli do you hear me?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-9012889983480335003?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/9012889983480335003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=9012889983480335003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/9012889983480335003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/9012889983480335003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-jeris-21st-birthday-bash.html' title='Very-Jeri&apos;s 21st Birthday Bash!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5401472886662381901</id><published>2009-07-20T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:32:01.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random thoughts... Totally random.</title><content type='html'>My birthday's coming but i dunno how to create special memories for myself, and my frens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my bday to be special eh eh... =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dun wan to tire myself out. i've seen my frens getting all so worn out cos of entertaining frens and guests.. uh uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in love with dressing up. is this part of GROWING UP? hehs. been reading up on cosmo mag. pretty enlightening. teaches u pretty good stuff. lyk, hwto protect uself, hw to handle matters of the heart. i've read this book called "Why men have no clue, why women need more shoes". Pretty useful i say? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie Neer has restricted her blog to invited readers only, and i'm not one of them. she says she wants to keep it private and i think i'm kinda hurt when i heard that... (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been wakebaording. i want to go! i want to ride and surf the wakes so badly! i want to bask under the sun AGAIN! i even missed the IVP this year. how sad. seeing my wakebaording frens so close tgt with me fading off as a memory makes me so sad too. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sun, sea and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of internship = 31st july. my team at work gonna have team activity at Pulau ubin! i was in charge of contacting the tour guides to bring us ard. not bad ryte. =P negotiation was pretty tough too. had to tell them i'm fr a small company. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go on holiday! Bintan, BKK, Taiwan, Hongkong, or even Paris! but my beloved tan dusen wanna go. he wants to save up. =SSS i duno how. i dunno what to say also. cos i noe i shud be saving up too, to pay off my loans when i graduate. but i seem to think i'm so rich that i can afford holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.... we can go on a trip together........ *awwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-5401472886662381901?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5401472886662381901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5401472886662381901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5401472886662381901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5401472886662381901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts-totally-random.html' title='Random thoughts... Totally random.'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4597185103363642806</id><published>2009-06-07T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:11:22.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dearico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Happy First Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoooah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;好不容易，走到这里。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything feels so surreal; as though i woke up from a dream and that it was just yesterday when we first held our hands. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still miss the lovely breakfast you would make for me at my house, and i know i will get to eat them again, someday... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anticipate in happiness the surprises i will have in store for you, when your examinations are over, and when we get down to really celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry for not being able to stay up with you when you work hard on your assignments while you stayed up wimme when i mugged hard for my papers... I am always either tired or hyperactive i dunno why! =P Pardon me, my boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, i woke up earlier than usual to make breakfast for dearico, who was still happily snuggling in bed. Haaa. It was simple fare of French Toast, with a twist. Check out the picture below! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344446451908096786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SitJu18UMxI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ctFSoXvOYR8/s200/07062009367%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a good cook, but it's made with love, literally and metaphorically ok! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet First Year, dearico... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With love from dearica, heh =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4597185103363642806?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4597185103363642806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4597185103363642806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4597185103363642806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4597185103363642806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-first-anniversary.html' title='Happy First Anniversary!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SitJu18UMxI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ctFSoXvOYR8/s72-c/07062009367%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2316508810356624286</id><published>2009-05-21T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:56:09.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ANGERY!</title><content type='html'>I am angry using slow computers. imagine having to wait and wait even when you attempt to save your data from the constant auto-restart and hanging of programmes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just a few minutes. i have really tried my best to be patient. afterall, it's my internship. i dun want to screw it up. so i went to the pantry, the toilet, etc. i came back; it's still saving!!! 5% only!!! can u see my blood spewing outta my mouth, writing the words "FTW"?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how angry i am. oh my! i worked OT, just to complete a simple task which i could have done easily within probably a few hours had it not been for all the waiting here, waiting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really sucks. How can such a big organisation use such lousy laptops/desktops/servers??? This impedes advancement, so get a life people! We need to advance with the technology!!! ALAMAK, NASI LEMAK... The speed of the current laptop processors cannot support such humongous amount of data!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough venting. Haha tmr, i will be a better person, and look forward to learning more things! =) SO far so good (other than the com), for i have really learnt quite a number of stuff, and found this internship to be really useful. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS! Good luck for my results which will be revealed at 0000h, 22nd May 09. Argh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2316508810356624286?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2316508810356624286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2316508810356624286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2316508810356624286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2316508810356624286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-angery.html' title='I AM ANGERY!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1438555159858083353</id><published>2009-05-18T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:15:43.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>I Love My Guy!</title><content type='html'>I love Mr Tan =) feelings of sweets suddenly swpet me off my feet; i cannot fathom why either! =XXxxxxxXX hohoho. good luck in your assignments hope you can get all the distinctions boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internship has its challenges, even up to the minute, can't-be-bothered details such as who to have lunch wif, when to smile or strike a conversation wif colleagues. i'm in one of the local banks in SG, and am on the 46th floor, overlooking terrific scenary every other day. it's gr8! i love the workplace, somehow. But i hope things will get better and that my colleagues will warm up to me more and not be so stuck in their work and so serious all the time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, last sunday was gr8 wif Neer. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we were great gurls! &lt;/span&gt;we window shopped for at least 5hrs without spending more than $20 i guess? come Saturday.... hiak hiak - it's time for shopping spree to replenish the decreasing (god knows why) collection of clothes, etc and to get good deals fr ard the shopping paradise&lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and that day i clubbed once... after so long!!! went to zirca/ rebel, the previous mos - was gr8 too. the music, at least. but nt the musky environment that smelled of stale air, as though they do not circulate. oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come 3/4 month's time, it's JeRico's first year anniversary! yippe yays! i love my darlie. i love your company. u're the one who makes me love jeri more each day! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1438555159858083353?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1438555159858083353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1438555159858083353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1438555159858083353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1438555159858083353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-my-guy.html' title='I Love My Guy!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7486897655211627376</id><published>2009-03-27T00:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:45:06.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Are you contented today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met up with Mr Tan after my long long day in school... Lessons all the way from 9.30am - 4.30pm, and project meeting for ab213 after that. The best thing about Faith's class for the whole semester was today, we managed to listen to her nag less, and could listen to some opera singing in class (via youtube, etc). Started from some discussion on French, yadah yadah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Data cleaning for ab213 project (research methods) was terrible. Had to clean up the data. so tmr gonna ask Dr Khoo for pointers. Haaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, was finally like a relief when i saw Rico! I rmb i almost fainted halfway to town from school. Was it the odour from those people in the train? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really can't stand those who don't bathe but go out and stink other people!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, we had Ayam Panggang from PS; Rico told me it was so nice that i had to try it. And when Rico recommends food to you, u can be assured it's really nice! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's the juicy and yummy yummy chicky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScusaXdrZdI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rGmfH-xlcYQ/s1600-h/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317533354016073170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScusaXdrZdI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rGmfH-xlcYQ/s320/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScusabZsvnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AI-7CagKtJQ/s1600-h/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317533355073126002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScusabZsvnI/AAAAAAAAA0k/AI-7CagKtJQ/s320/DSC02711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND MR TAN: HERE'S THE ROSE ROSE ROSE ROSE ROSE!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nice boh? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317533354032889170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScusaXhr_VI/AAAAAAAAA0c/lMFOedAdpN4/s320/DSC02706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScuvtluHJXI/AAAAAAAAA08/4qrL7thhShA/s1600-h/DSC02682-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317536982795494770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScuvtluHJXI/AAAAAAAAA08/4qrL7thhShA/s200/DSC02682-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we stroll along together&lt;br /&gt;holding hands, walking all along&lt;br /&gt;so in love are we two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a world of our own&lt;br /&gt;as we walk by the sea together&lt;br /&gt;under stars twinkling high above&lt;br /&gt;so in love are we two&lt;br /&gt;no one else, but me and you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7486897655211627376?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7486897655211627376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7486897655211627376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7486897655211627376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7486897655211627376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-contented-today.html' title='Are you contented today?'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ScusaXdrZdI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rGmfH-xlcYQ/s72-c/DSC02712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7229859002162418482</id><published>2009-03-16T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:52:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As requested, lol =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/Sb5ZIg1Fn6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/kiPeqZuVajo/s1600-h/8th+Month+7+Feb+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313782613130190754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/Sb5ZIg1Fn6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/kiPeqZuVajo/s400/8th+Month+7+Feb+09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love it too!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7229859002162418482?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7229859002162418482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7229859002162418482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7229859002162418482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7229859002162418482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-requested-lol-p.html' title='As requested, lol =P'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/Sb5ZIg1Fn6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/kiPeqZuVajo/s72-c/8th+Month+7+Feb+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4354130600633429785</id><published>2009-03-07T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:50:09.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from you that touched my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you heard of words that touched your heart; that moved you? For memory's sake, here're mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes you surprise me by asking if i still love you, still find you beautiful... And i wonder, how could you not know? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Love for you is so strong that i think the whole world must see it. The slightest thought of you during the day still excites me. And when i see you, all i can think about is that moment when our lips will touch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time could never dim my love for you, because with every beat of my heart, i only want you more..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember i cried when i read this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am a rose. A rose has thorns. A rose is never perfect until it has shed its thorns. I will try to shed my thorns to be a better man." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think both can be improved, but both have touched me so i'm not complaining! =))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think about the times you spent with your loved ones. Reminisce them. Love them. Don't let your memories slip through without you knowing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4354130600633429785?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4354130600633429785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4354130600633429785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4354130600633429785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4354130600633429785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-from-you-that-touched-my-heart.html' title='Words from you that touched my heart'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8511136743589385758</id><published>2009-03-07T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:42:34.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Entry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH my... Hongli's right. Why did my updates stop at CNY! Hahaha.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Therefore, i'm gonna try to blog the main events from CNY till now. I shall ... TRY. But you know, recency effect will set in and i will probably only remember near term events. PARDON ME!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391173014999234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SbJMot3t0MI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iH4zsBS85M8/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st. Received a mail from the U.S. on the 20th Feb!!! So happy! Cos it was from Hongli the smart gurl who abandoned very good friends like me in SG to find handsome caucasian guys in the U.S.! ahahha. joking. she's a good girl! lol. Well well well. She sent me n Rico a V Day card! So super sweet of her... To remember us despite being so busy in US ogling and mingling with handsome men. HAha. joking! She sends us her HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY wishes and i feel so loved! lols. Thanks hongli, for remembering us and helping us when we're in need of help. WE LOVE YOU, ALWAYS! haha.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2nd. Getting very very unhappy with AB214 tutor. She's really mad. talks ALOT of crap in class, but on one hand it's good too. Hmmm. Should have taken Hongli's advice and went for Audrey Yong. Probably she wun be as freaking biased as my current tutor. YUCKS. i've got a sneak pic of her doing funny things in class. ask me if u wan a quick laugh! damn bad i noe but hey. be fair ok. tsktsk.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3rd. i realise i haven't been updating my monthly celebrations with Rico; neither has he too. hahas. but well, life has been great so far and we just celebrated our 9th yst! Went to the Dallas restaurant at Boat Quay... Food was quite bad according to MR Tan the foodie, but in the end guess how much was the bill? Haha. Was only $28++. They had charged us only for the Lychee Martini which we had one glass each; apparently bcos of our (or rather, only MY) dissatisfaction at their slow service(they were seriously understaffed that day), and their first glass of LM having some unknown substance inside. When i asked her to change the drink, she merely took out the thing. (I knew because i dropped another "indicator" in, and there was oil floating on top. so when she returned that glass and i still could see the oil layer, i knew she didn't change) So i went down to the bar (our dining area with a splendid river view overlooking SG River) to SPEAK TO THE MANAGER. and yadah yadah later, he asked for a new glass to be served to me. and he spoke tot he waitress who "tried to change" my drink and she apologised to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I said it's ok, partly cos I WAS KINDA HIGH ALREADY. Jeri never could drink. Or rather, without some pepp pills i guess? My heart was hitting the ceiling by the time our dessert was served; and i puked so "UNGLAMOUROUSLY" for 4 times. YUCK... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehs. minus the SUPER STRONG lychee martini, i think the date was a great one! Cos we were on Cavenagh bridge - my favourite dating place! Hey i noe i can't drink plus the super strong martini that even rico the "seasoned" drinker (???) said it was considered stronger than O bar, Phuture, etc. HAha. So wasn't exactly my fault ok? Hehe. but anw, sorry for making a mess to anybody with my pukeS yst!!! =SSS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8th was really great cos it was combined with V day celebration and the actual day itself, we went to Jaslene's 21st party!!! Played mj at her party and lost quite a lot. hmmm. Ben was teasing me n purposely trying to make me mad all the while. I rmb a number of times i held back my tears (yes; it was to that extent) and trying not to be unhappy. afterall, it's my bestie's bday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391180671590338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SbJMpKZMH8I/AAAAAAAAA0M/s954USTnWxA/s320/DSC02529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rico's HP Strap, which he bought a matching white for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391163504137570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SbJMoKcJlWI/AAAAAAAAAz0/nAJmiBSa14M/s320/08022009211.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My presents for 8th month and V Day! *muacks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SbJMn6GqAbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cYMMBGlhRLg/s1600-h/07022009192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391159119020466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SbJMn6GqAbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cYMMBGlhRLg/s320/07022009192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's my presents for him! With Dior Fragrance =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The heart on the box is hand pasted by yours truly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slightly out of shape i noe; pardon me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really happy with Rico's present&lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;. A white Bebe top with the swarovski i love so much, and the Agnes b. handphone strap, which he had bought a matching one for himself too. So yippee! cos now we have a "couple" pair. hahas. presents with the S cos i didn't expect for more than one, and when he does appear with more than one, and with sth i had coveted, i was over the moon! heh. But the latter present didn't last longer than we wanted it to; so i needa go back and ask for an explanation (which i have yet to do due to my special ability to procrastinate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes! Another wonderful thing happened to me during Vday! Rico was working and his mama didn't noe; tot he had just went out to get sth. But when she asked me, and realised he wasn't there to pei me, she gave me a bouquet of roses (7 stalks) and said, "This is on behalf of my son ok!" HOW SWEET of her! At first i had thot she was only joking. But when she said as a matter-of-factly, i almost cried. Awwww. His mummy is quite romantic too eh? Hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391171404275346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SbJMon3sHpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/EQoi5IIZBA8/s320/DSC02498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;8th Month was celebrated at Ma Maison, Clarke Quay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4th. Been really busy with all my projects to clear. Haiz. Life's such a frantic rush to get things cleared, meeting deadlines, etc. I really long for my graduation and my grad trip!!! Currently, there isn't much motivation for me. Having to clear projects, etc. And i wonder how my fren jeannette blogs so often!!! She can lyk blog 2/3 times per day la. Goodness. and each entry is pretty long too. Pro ryte. tsktsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5th. NTU is EEErie. Over 2 weeks, 2 persons had died in our campus. And guess what? Both were from EEE (school of Electrical and Electronic Engr) ALAMAK! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the first incident related to the poor indonesian student - i had walked past that area but was super lucky to have missed it by a few minutes!!! OMG. can't imagine if i witnessed the incident man. HAIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6th. Had a free trip to SG Flyer! Had to work on my BM214 - Integrated MARCOM project on SG Flyer, so they sponsored us this trip. To understand their positioning, etc etc. Was quite a good experience, but i dun reckon i will pay to go back there for a second ride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK! so this is my &lt;em&gt;blog in a jiffy! &lt;/em&gt;Will try my best to update more when i can!!! Now i needa go read up on some books b4 exam stress gets to me!!! &lt;em&gt;Ciaos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8511136743589385758?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8511136743589385758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8511136743589385758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8511136743589385758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8511136743589385758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-entry.html' title='Special Entry!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SbJMot3t0MI/AAAAAAAAAz8/iH4zsBS85M8/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4030506699455071556</id><published>2009-01-25T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:31:23.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 牛Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everbardy! Jeri's back. hahas. am super excited that CNY is here again! yippee yays. e thought of mfamily reunion and catching up with the folks sure get me hyped; not forgetting the fact that u get to deck urself in new clothes, undies, etc - “从头到脚打扮好。。。我要去拜年”. And i rmb there was once i was singing this song at home n my mum replied, "你要去跟谁拜年？ (Who do you want to visit?)" =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! my mummy's getting humorous. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy that the festive mood is ard despite the economic gloom! =) But but but poor Jeri is down with flu n cough, which started off from a bad sore throat after eating the chicken rice from Canteen B in her business school block in NTU. WTH! And apparently, another friend of hers also had the same problem. HAIZ. Why so liddat. Therefore, i'm trying to get myself cured b4 the actual day of CNY, which is like 23 hrs and 40 mins from now. Oh oh! Please bless me, dear Lord! I want to be in the pink of health... =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i had been too lazy to blog recenly so my sincere apologies! And personally i think it's bad. cos memories get forgotten easily when they are not frequently retrived or recalled. BLEAH =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY everybody! Enjoy yourself over the well-deserved weekend and yay, be happy!Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SXtBtpSEbqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DrrgdAJV9CE/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294898039335710370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SXtBtpSEbqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DrrgdAJV9CE/s320/DSC02425.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Loves!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4030506699455071556?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4030506699455071556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4030506699455071556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4030506699455071556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4030506699455071556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-year.html' title='Happy 牛Year!!!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SXtBtpSEbqI/AAAAAAAAAzU/DrrgdAJV9CE/s72-c/DSC02425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1007132561643777875</id><published>2009-01-12T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:06:47.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>self-denials</title><content type='html'>i think i'm having a problem. i'm finding it hard to face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i'm in self denial. have i really changed, or was it because we no longer share a relationship as distant as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wish to face what reality has in store. perhaps, my very expectations brought about disappointment. problems were solved together, but it never seems to have truly ‭solved... my emotions, flowed too freely, tears which rolled lyk beads dropping from broken‭ strings. were they any indication that i'm breaking down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do... i'm ... LOST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1007132561643777875?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1007132561643777875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1007132561643777875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1007132561643777875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1007132561643777875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-denials.html' title='self-denials'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-622147687061480707</id><published>2009-01-08T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:22:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Day with Audrey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SWWn9iAXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAyU/P1fME6wWjuU/s1600-h/6+Feb+09"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288818012958697346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SWWn9iAXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAyU/P1fME6wWjuU/s320/6+Feb+09" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met up with Audrey on Tuesday and watched Hansel and Gretel at her house. Somehow i think my memory is not 100% accurate. Distortion and decay, perhaps even confusion always conjur up a different story from what was the original... I could remember parts of it, but not entirely the exact things that took place. Certain parts of the story were gone with the wind but i still thought i knew, until the plot showed us right before our eyes otherwise. LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while at her house, i was doing a card for Mr Rico, for our 7th month together! Not exactly an arduous feat, but certainly a milestone worth remembering... =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288818003822688530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SWWn8_-KuRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/7JKbOkj7oA4/s320/Making+Card" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, it was always nice meeting up with drey! to think that we used to quarrel so very often back in sec sch days. hahaha and it's really nice that she had me over at her hse, and her mummy made dinner for us... I love her company, and her house is really nice! Many antique-like furniture, and i remember this big clock in her living hall... magnificent! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288818006473320866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SWWn9J2IKaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/8J04Pa7uJEw/s320/With+Dey+6+Jan+09" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took this pic while she walked me to the station =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love the fish eye effect from the convex mirror!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Caught up with her, given that she's only back in SG for a few months and flying off back to Perthy Perth on 22nd Feb.... At least, she gets to spend CNY in SG this year! Hahaha. (drey, rmb to take dbl angbaos from ur uncle??? hee hee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enjoyable Day i had! Oh yah, and the visit to her house made me even more motivated to keep my house super clean. I shall spring clean and vacuum my house spick and span &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time to make sushi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-622147687061480707?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/622147687061480707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=622147687061480707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/622147687061480707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/622147687061480707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-day-with-audrey.html' title='Wonderful Day with Audrey!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SWWn9iAXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAyU/P1fME6wWjuU/s72-c/6+Feb+09' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-584799031496250364</id><published>2008-12-16T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:47:58.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping spree'/><title type='text'>Papa Santa, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Papa Santa ain't coming to me this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;But he's sent me Uncle Rico. How nice of Papa Santa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Pamela and Shuwen in town for a wholesome lunch (the topic of conversation, that is) today... Really great to catch up with old friends! Old friends who remain true in your heart... despite the distance, despite the differences... Talked for mny hours pondering on best solutions for the knottiest of problems. Hmmmm. May the problem be solve real soon. =) Or maybe, all it takes is time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch with them and walking around Ngee Ann, Rico joined me to continue our hunt in New Year clothes! Whee hee hee. And yeah! Gods above decided to sack Papa Santa and bless me with Mr Rico to take care of me and my family. For the very first time in my shopping spree with him, he paid for the only 1 item i decided to purchase! Was quite a moment cos i had never wanted him to pay for me. But this time it was different - which remains a secret to us both? Hee hee. Ask me if you're really keen to know! Wahahah. So i ended up with only a Guess tee, what a pity. Rico wanted so much to get Fred Perry but their smallest size for the design he fancied was LLLLLLLLLARGE! why so liddat. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bang (gun shot)! Back to my shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught sight of this CK Jeans at Isetan Scotts which i kinda liked, and thought would fit me. Going at only $80, which was like ... more than 50% from the original of $200 (can't rmb and didn't take real notice)? Goshness gracious, sales and bargains are really turning me on. Bad bad bad. I'm supposed to be saving as i'm not working. In the end i didn't buy it, as the item did not come in their CK bag, but in the Isetan bag. SO FUGLY. tsktsk. It's a classic i tell you; red and gawdy. Pardon me for being so rude. HAIZ. Can there be changes for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, we went back at ard 8pm, almost sufficient time for us to catch Lil' Nonya at 9pm. Wahaha. Thanks to Rico for helping me lug the super ultra heavy laptop around in town while we shop!!! =SSS *massage massage 4u ok!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i haven't uploaded the pictures of my luxury goods shopping spree with Laykoon so i will blog about the trip in another entry! =))) Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the joy and love, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Jeri =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-584799031496250364?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/584799031496250364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=584799031496250364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/584799031496250364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/584799031496250364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/12/papa-santa-where-are-you.html' title='Papa Santa, where are you?'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-141934531455212805</id><published>2008-12-11T19:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:23:25.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Year-ed!</title><content type='html'>6th month was my turn to plan! As usual, i was kind of bad at planning surprises (i'm only good at spontaneous ideas of sorts?) and Rico and I almost ended up quarrelling. All thanks to this stupid taxi driver who was so ignorant that we would have been so much better off without him. He kept asking us which way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO ARE YOU THE DRIVER OR ARE WE THE DRIVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had known my way and had the whole time in the world to let you waste by getting lost in Mackenzie area, why would I be taking a cab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rico tried to guide him, but the cabbie claimed he was new. So we got so fed up getting lost (and possibly missing our dinner reservation at 7.30pm) that we decided to just drop off and walked our way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jeri was in heels. She was in such a foul mood by the visual harassments from some ah beis that she announced to Rico, "If somebody dares to be funny or whistle at me (Jeri gets wolf-whistles at times), the person is gonna get it from me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And my heels&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, we managed to arrive at Tao's Restaurant (at Paradiz Centre) on the dot, and proceeded in under the warm welcome of the service staff there. When i say warm, it means they are REALLY REALLY warm. But can get quite annoying at times, especially when guests arrive and they greet in unison following a lead voice, or when guests leave and they do the same. Sometimes, the warmth becomes noise. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup and so Tao's is so smart that they have this 7 course set dinner (easy for guests to make up their mind) at merely $29.80++ per pax, and for most of the courses, we get to choose from an array of variety... Let the pictures take you there, to experience the world of fusion cuisine! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Starter was Cheese Gratin with FREE FLOW of Toast-&lt;br /&gt;(We were so hungry we tucked in without taking the pictures!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278500392713720706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAI_Z2E4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/vhLUYAtx54w/s320/DSC02318.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;My salad dish, Fruit Salad, consisting of crab meat mayonnaise enveloping various fruits inside. It's like a fusion of japanese and chinese/ western?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278500402786986754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAJk7f6wI/AAAAAAAAAxU/HN6H20wxf0k/s320/DSC02319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side Dish - Grilled Mushroom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278500407548496978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAJ2quzFI/AAAAAAAAAxc/WA1q3XkzR1M/s320/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mushroom Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAKl3rRAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/a-P95wZm7ZI/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278500420219257858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAKl3rRAI/AAAAAAAAAxs/a-P95wZm7ZI/s320/DSC02326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rico's Main Dish - Grilled (or roasted - can't rmb) Chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He ordered this, having full faith that his chicken will be bigger than the fish i ordered (See below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAKDyrWEI/AAAAAAAAAxk/rx0Ge2lJ4OE/s1600-h/DSC02324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278500411071486018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAKDyrWEI/AAAAAAAAAxk/rx0Ge2lJ4OE/s320/DSC02324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeri's Main Dish - Spicy Stingray! SUPER SPICY. Laykoon will love this. Haaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My stingray was super big - too much for me to finish and was too spicy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[When the service staff cleared my plate and realised that it was too spicy for me, they offered to replace with another main dish - VERY GOOD isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expect to get totally bowled over by their service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah, their free flow of rose tea (we thought so?) was very aromatic; but beware of how you hold the cup, as the cup isn't very ergonomic!] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278504675678556770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEECSsPEmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/5-c_yXLMAMw/s320/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the same dessert - Choc Fondue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The amount was sufficiently satisfying without being too nauseating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ideal for those with sweet tooth! Haaas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEEC_gA-bI/AAAAAAAAAx8/SED_oVEfsUk/s1600-h/DSC02323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278504687706896818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEEC_gA-bI/AAAAAAAAAx8/SED_oVEfsUk/s320/DSC02323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Beverage as the other course in the meal, I ordered Summer Peach, with Peach pieces inside =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;All in all, the dinner at Tao's restaurant was a pretty nice experience! Side by side to Juju (Jap Cuisine wth same concept), we might be finding our way there for an enjoyable Jap meal soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;And yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 6th month Darlie Tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so proud of you and happy for you, for finding such a fantastic ... GF. HAHA. Ok la, joking! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-141934531455212805?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/141934531455212805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=141934531455212805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/141934531455212805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/141934531455212805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/12/half-year-ed.html' title='Half Year-ed!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SUEAI_Z2E4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/vhLUYAtx54w/s72-c/DSC02318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-3122067857445145657</id><published>2008-12-09T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:36:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's past 7th Dec!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee yays! (I think i got this phrase from Audrey?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been EEEEEOOOOOONNNNSSSS since i last blogged. And i'm blogging now cos i'm in a pretty good mood, having registered successfully for my modules for the upcoming semester AT FIRST GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wahaha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy HALF YEAR to Jeri &amp;amp; Dearico!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (And many more to go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It feels so weird; as though i'm announcing to my readers. And i hope you do share my joy, bleah. But actually all i wanted is to jot down the details and remember the dates! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 months have no been easy. Seriously. The exam fervour caught up with me and towards the end of examinations which spanned ard 3 FREAKING weeks long for my pathetic 4 papers (i ended on the last day of exam), i had lost all steam. I wanted to let go; just scrape through. Rico told me to hang on, egged me on, bought me sweets and snacks to encourage me... Where to find u tell me! hahahas. Ok, i'm joking. But eh, i'm really appreciative, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered his place for me to study (and stay over), made sure i study, and most of all, he accompanied throughout the many many weeks i started getting down to preparations for the exams. Though he was playing DOTA and Dekaron most of the time, the company was really something I had never taken for granted. He knows that if he goes out, i would be tempted to go along too, so he stayed home, only bringing me out for strolls or breathers every now and then, and also, for good food. He has got a picky tastebud so if you were to ask him for recommendations, you would have come to the right person. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to update the things that have been going on throughout November till now…:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Audrey came back to SG on 21st Nov! FINALLY… But it was a pity I didn’t manage to fetch her from the airport as Rico was still very sick and it was awkward for me to go meet drey (and her many friends) alone. Bleah. Sorry Drey! =S And apologies to Teen for not attending your birthday celebration at O Bar too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Took my exams from 14th-28th Nov. 3 Fridays long! =((( But was nice meeting up with old friends at old spot to mug hard. And exchanging questions and answers… Very nice of my dear friend Hongli! Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another special mention is another friend Chioky chiok… I must say she’s really really strong. Despite the performances and rehearsals for her ballet performance, she has had to juggle with studies and also taking care of her hospitalised dad. She’s really earned my admiration for her courage and for being so strong, so strong that even when her dad passed away, she didn’t tell us – she didn’t want us to worry I guess? So strong that when we were at her dad’s wake, her bf told us she didn’t cry after Day 1 I think. She was told her dad wouldn’t go in peace if the family cries. How strong to suppress the tears for a family member that have lived so dearly; meant so much to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strong that she is still able to perform on stage in her tutu and ballet pumps with a huge smile. Professionalism of it all exuding from this young lady – someone who will definitely go very far in life. Fate has decreed tough times for her, but she doesn’t falter. She grits her teeth and trudges on, knowing that she can conquer the fears, the tears and win the cheers… It ain’t easy at all. And it’s really surprising that she is so strong. She is just that strong. I’m proud of you, Chiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our 5th month celebration was at My Secret Garden, which has won rave reviews from even Mediacorp artistes like Priscelia Chan in the episode &lt;treats&gt;or something… Was quite a posh place and the ambience was really nice. The thrill was, I didn’t expect him to bring me to such a nice place, given that he’s still serving NS and not raking in big bucks you see? It’s always nice knowing that he plans way in advance and makes the extra efforts to save up just so he could pop up nice surprises.=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That’s OUR secret garden… =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613795607886050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3ZyPzouOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/9zk1eyQ0NiQ/s200/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking all dressed up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613801675857378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3ZymaWneI/AAAAAAAAAuk/iQmN4W0GBbQ/s200/DSC02248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the tealights!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3ZzDQ_tUI/AAAAAAAAAus/AzM15nAkqkc/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613809421235522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3ZzDQ_tUI/AAAAAAAAAus/AzM15nAkqkc/s200/DSC02250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I ordered this grilled chicken; while he ordered for the cod fish which was the most ex on the menu, but... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Note the meagre amount of fish?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613821085330098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3Zzut7qrI/AAAAAAAAAu0/egAsGu8M02I/s200/DSC02252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277613910251797970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3Z4643_dI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Wt7IkXdytuc/s200/DSC02251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was at some other place in Bugis; what’s the name again? They serve really fresh fruits on their shaved ice! Yummy yummy yummy, but greedy Jeri just focused on eating that she had forgotten to take pictures! Hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few months we hadn’t really shopped, and I couldn’t even remember when was the last time I made my way down to Orchard to SHOP. I love grocery shopping though; cos I know New Year is coming and we gotta clean up the house! Haa. And I love to cook for him, and my family as well! I learnt a few dishes from his mum and there was once we were making sunny side ups when the egg he broke open had 2 egg yolks! How cute and how lucky la! Goodness. Imagine my elation and pride when he said that one of the dishes was like his mum’s cooking! =PPP But well, I know there’s a long way to go from here, cos his mum can really cook super super well. And she knows many many dishes and soups. Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To Rico: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Through the ups and downs, we learn and grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am thankful that my life has become so much more colourful because of you… =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanks for taking care of my baby cousins together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(yes, u sure are attractive when u play and coo wif kids), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cooking our meals together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;giving me morning calls to wake me up to study, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bringing me to the temple to pray together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;patting me to sleep at night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hugging me tightly in ur warm embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and always bombarding me with teasings and “koo-chee-ings”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Most importantly, thanks for tolerating with my “London Choco Roll”-s, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and my many other nonsensical singing + lameness.&lt;br /&gt;(I know it’s not easy to laugh at a joke which is not funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And that’s why u don’t laugh. =.=”) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the shower of love and the gift of understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jeri &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt; You, Rico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277628798659413122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3nbih3RII/AAAAAAAAAvE/etBI37Voj0s/s400/DSC02096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, can you please update your blog? HAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265435853425907304-3122067857445145657?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3122067857445145657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=3122067857445145657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3122067857445145657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3122067857445145657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-past-7th-dec.html' title='It&apos;s past 7th Dec!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST3ZyPzouOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/9zk1eyQ0NiQ/s72-c/DSC02258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8367673996119781845</id><published>2008-11-11T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:57:49.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th month!</title><content type='html'>Yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, its happy 5th month to Rico and Jeri! hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, Rico managed a surprising stunt (as per other months). He brought me to My Secret Garden! Super nice ambience, less the big crowd which made a lot of noise in the private dining area. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to update with more details and pictures after my exam ok! HEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i promise to meet up wif my gurlfrens too! =PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to study. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8367673996119781845?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8367673996119781845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8367673996119781845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8367673996119781845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8367673996119781845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-5th-month.html' title='Happy 5th month!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-9160948887701213744</id><published>2008-10-23T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:08:15.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah over the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh! I haven't planned my revision schedule when exam is like due in 2 weeks' time! With 2 more projects to clear, i need to really buck up. My friends have noticed that i have been really stressed up recently; it's true, cos I AM! Grrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate having to force myself to attend functions. Functions that I feel failed to value-add my portfolio. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, went jogging with Rico last Saturday evening, for the first time! hahahas. from his house, jogged to bishan park, yadah yadah, and some 20/30 minutes later, I couldn't really take it anymore (jogged the day b4 and my muscles were aching), so we decided to stop. Mr Clumsy Man injured himself also la! Tsk tsk. Look who's more clumsy, heh. =P Ok, but this time not cos of his clumsiness. It was the slippery grounds - too much sand on it, thus causing him to slip. OUCH. I still shudder when i see the wounds on his palms. =SSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, after stopping, we were kinda enjoying the stroll around AMK/ Bishan when we ended up LOST. We ended up near ... Bright Hill area? And zoom zoom (fast forward) another 1 hour or so later, we realised we had taken a route which was lyk &lt;strong&gt;1 ENTIRE ROUND&lt;/strong&gt; round where we had wanted to go (i.e., his sister's office). Ding dong bell. Poor Jerica was being blamed for leading the wrong way - Hello! MY FIRST TIME AROUND THAT AREA; HOW WAS I TO KNOW WHICH WAY TO GO??? Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, dinner was at some KPT in Bishan. Took the yummy fish and chips! I hadn't really tried sth like that b4; those i'd tried were pretty dry and meat-less (only the breadcrumbs). LOL. Oh ya, i almost entered the gents for goshness' sake. Grrrr. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing that we managed to walk SOOOOOO FARRRRR. It's really a long distance, say maybe 5km? Ya, my legs ached that much. Hahah. so i gather was like 5km. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, Monday was surprise day for Kareen! Being her bday, i decided to pop a pleasant surprise for her! Gathered Jac, Jaslene, Sihui and I at her house at ard 10++ (we were late. haa.) and had liaised with her mummy to shock her. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, the surprise turned out fine and we managed to give her a wonderful memory i reckon! hohohoh. And her nephew Mr Marco (or sth liddat) was SUPER funny. lotsa crap. SERIOUSLY, IF U THINK I'M THE ULTIMATE OF CRAP, YOU SHUD MEET HIM. He's even pro-er than me. hahaha. But oh well, he wasn't exactly crapping. Just that he yaks alot. Hahah. but really very cute. And his size was pretty round (read: VERY) - wait, no offence to Kareen huh! hee hee - and that made him all the funnier. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even played Indian Poker whereby we had to pick a card and without looking at it, stick it to our forehead. Others thus could see your card, but you won't know what's in your hands. The one with the smallest card had to drink the special concoction Kareen "brewed". One had Vodka + ??? + ???, while the other was mixed with kiwi, lemon barley (is it?), or chrysanthemum, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY ALMOST SUGGESTED SOYA SAUCE. Goodness Gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, did enjoy myself with my clique of frens... Here's wishing my gurl a Happy happy 20th bday once again huh! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-9160948887701213744?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/9160948887701213744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=9160948887701213744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/9160948887701213744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/9160948887701213744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/10/blah-blah-over-week.html' title='Blah Blah over the week'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-6982448266451074683</id><published>2008-10-18T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:43:11.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy yummy yummy! =)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee hee hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this new hotspot in town (well, its not entirely new, but yeah, Rico and I went there for the first time last weekend) - Canele, Shaw House, just right beside the MCafe? Somewhere there. Yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258502214297166514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnz5zXJorI/AAAAAAAAApQ/urJLsNPDebg/s200/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 4th month, it was back to Jerica's turn to plan! &lt;em&gt;Blame it on her big mouth for wanting to plan as well.&lt;/em&gt; hehes. Anw, we arrived at Shaw House, and I told Mr Tan that we were going to Pepper Lunch, since it was where we had quite a good memory, albeit at a different Pepper Lunch outlet (the previous time was at Ngee Ann City).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get him fooled! Hiak hiak. We entered Canele and with much LUCK, we managed to get a seat for 2 (no reservations allowed except for their Roberton Quay outlet i think?) within 10 mins of waiting - Yippee Yays! =PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I ordered for Carbonara Pasta with a poached egg (poached eggs &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; taste different from normal eggs. HAHA), and him, Bolognaise &amp;amp; Poached Egg Baked Rice. Yummy loves! hohoho. I'd say the place was chosen to celebrate our 4th month for its ambience and the beautiful colours! hahahas. To think that halfway eating, his army friends spotted him through the window (we had a window seat) while they were probably desiring the enticing meringues! Haas. Kinda hilarious cos his friends were very funny trying to tease him while being separated by a piece of glass (yeah the window).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here're the pics! =)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyYQ_Z-bI/AAAAAAAAAog/lCS-sQSMu5w/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500538623457714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyYQ_Z-bI/AAAAAAAAAog/lCS-sQSMu5w/s200/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How beautiful; the picture says it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyYmidqfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PVa5I58ir8Q/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500544407644658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyYmidqfI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PVa5I58ir8Q/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...And this picture says more... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyZUsPGMI/AAAAAAAAAow/efET1C7NjZ0/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500556796664002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyZUsPGMI/AAAAAAAAAow/efET1C7NjZ0/s200/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This guy... he's taken... (oops). LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258502221314718290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnz6NgQ-lI/AAAAAAAAApY/fhdEuCV6Xjo/s200/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... By this girl. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyZjQNpNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Upa7JrOhF9w/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500560705660114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyZjQNpNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Upa7JrOhF9w/s200/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bolognaise &amp;amp; Poached Egg Baked Rice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyZsTe_II/AAAAAAAAApA/BJrR4rGD48E/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258500563135298690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnyZsTe_II/AAAAAAAAApA/BJrR4rGD48E/s200/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carbonara with Poached Egg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I enjoyed myself over the weekend; it was renewed blaze of the fire i felt! How queer isn't it. Hees. Dearico wanted me to study hard, so he bought snacks to keep me awake during lessons...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258503582462926402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPn1JcLSXkI/AAAAAAAAApg/KvjfYPMJJho/s200/DSC02176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the baby bites on the right (The one with the blue packaging?) It's one of my fave, and I so far only Rico and Ashley (Laykoon) have bought them for me! hahahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Yay Laykoon, i still remember what you gave me for my 18th bday. HAHAS. That huge hamper of FOOD. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258502216027771586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnz55zwksI/AAAAAAAAApI/rH8cDMC_Fqg/s200/4th+Month+Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for all the wonderful memories my Tan! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;More to come our way baby! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-6982448266451074683?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6982448266451074683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=6982448266451074683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6982448266451074683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6982448266451074683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/10/yummy-yummy-yummy.html' title='Yummy yummy yummy! =)))'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SPnz5zXJorI/AAAAAAAAApQ/urJLsNPDebg/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4218380291870009868</id><published>2008-10-07T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:42:27.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SOsSBzu-YzI/AAAAAAAAAoY/s_eVas_xD_8/s1600-h/DSC02145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254313212534219570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SOsSBzu-YzI/AAAAAAAAAoY/s_eVas_xD_8/s200/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  How time flies! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th month my Dearico! Hee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know u're in camp and probably won't be able to see this entry until you book out, and by the time you book out, we're so gonna celebrate okie dokies, hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254313205255271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SOsSBYnicoI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/C6SQhPnJ834/s200/DSC01826.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Don't kill me for this please!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 4TH MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to rave about, but i hope to share our joy! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254313201110320178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SOsSBJLThDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gbrA9c1HNn8/s200/2nd+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thanks for all the days and nights you've been with me, physically or in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If you have not already realised, you're always growing in my heart. =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4218380291870009868?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4218380291870009868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4218380291870009868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4218380291870009868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4218380291870009868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-4th-months_8603.html' title='Happy 4th Month!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SOsSBzu-YzI/AAAAAAAAAoY/s_eVas_xD_8/s72-c/DSC02145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2734323408316072784</id><published>2008-09-23T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:39:44.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe when the good things come to an end...</title><content type='html'>Why does shit have to fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling. I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate project meetings. I hate projects. I hate counting down to the day when my quizzes come; when i have to sit myself in the exam hall, ouncing all my might to recall whatever i've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more hardworking. I want to excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems like diminishing enthusiasm from all the shit i find myself trudging through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i hate it when my freedom is being restricted. And not obeying instruction puts me in a black list. Maybe, to the extent of being unfilial, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate the ants crawling around in my house. If only i were as hardworking as them, to exercise the distance they crawl every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh lala! But i love to use the labels to stick them up. This sounds pervertic, but hey i think my mummy's smart to come up with this solution. Instant death for them; Prompt happiness for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRrrrr. Somebody save me if you can. I need time... I need my freedom... I need... Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need solitude. Bring me somewhere where i can disregard all worries and play in the sun without a care, oh somewhere with breeze caressing through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stress. They're driving me nuts. But then again, i've been through such stress and madness previously. Whatever happened to my tenacity and perserverance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2734323408316072784?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2734323408316072784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2734323408316072784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2734323408316072784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2734323408316072784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-when-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='Maybe when the good things come to an end...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2901467445366540180</id><published>2008-09-07T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:02:43.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Month! (This time, i'm gonna blog differently.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Picture to ponder at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noticed his white, black, white and my black, white, black?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPhSq-spnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VE0r34WONXg/s1600-h/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282102080546418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPhSq-spnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VE0r34WONXg/s200/DSC02025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm kinda shocked at how fast time has flown by...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknowingly&lt;/strong&gt; (yeah kinda), we've been together for 3 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been through the ups, the downs and the crazy times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The uncertain times. And also, the times we held so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times we thought had been rocky; Life hasn't been a road of smooths, but of course, not to the extent of tumults. Times we said hurtful truths with the very promise we held that we will be honest with what we feel; no hidings no nothing (although i still do, and only open up upon probing). Just, honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that we had been through FEAR together, and that we held on to each other tight... and finally receiving news that sounded more than music to the ears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank God I found Rico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And of course, thank God i found my friends, my family too. Friends whom you can turn to and talk about your wildest dreams even though you haven't been in touch with each other for years... Family whom you now you can always rely on and confide in, no matter how they so often nag and nag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It had been a long day i remember, with 2 meetings and lecture to fill up my Friday to (almost) the brim; I commented to Rico that I wanted to eat donut all of a sudden. Not entirely a sudden, cos somebardy on the train had walked past me with lovely donuts (k, just the box la!) in hand. So, like a normal consumer, (i'm tryna apply concepts learned from my Consumer Behaviour module), my brain was stimulated - my appetite was whetting up; my craving was building inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He offered to meet me at AMK Hub (Whee! Someone to help me with my da-baos-xiao-baos finally!), and while i was waiting in the queue in Fairprice with his card in hand, he returned with Oreo donut! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holy Gracious. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you so much&lt;/span&gt;. Hee. Yes, "you" with ambiguity intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAMatIuI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dsODb37ndCY/s1600-h/DSC02037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243280685127246562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAMatIuI/AAAAAAAAAmw/dsODb37ndCY/s200/DSC02037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Much as this is a happy couple hand in hand, I wouldn't want this to be Rico and I, cos i haf more than 3 strands/ bunches of hair and I don't have a triangle body. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our 3rd month celebration was at Sun with Moon at Wheelock Place! This guy here is super crafty with his acting skills and got me totally fooled! But was a really nice surprise though... Hehs. He told me he wanted to visit Zara at Wheelock, but i had been tired from walking around, what more coupled with the wet grounds from the rain, so i had been reluctant to go initially. After we reached Wheelock, he brought me to walk around the complex and i think i must have been too tired from walking that i didn't pay attention to where he was really bringing me. So, we stopped outside of Sun with Moon. He started a conversation on dining inside, but there was a disgusting long queue outside of the restaurant (he knows i hate having to queue and i think he hates it too). So without suspecting a thing, we walked past it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next thing we knew, i was like trying to drag him to Zara, since it was turning 8 and i had wanted to shop at many other places in town too. Then, he said he was HUNGRY, complete with a "I'm hungry; Can you bear to see me hungry?" look. So, we reversed and went back to Sun with Moon. I suggested probably we could skip the queue (which was probably lined up by people who wanted to dine in big groups) and ask the door hostess if there was table for 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Simultaneously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jerica: "Do you have table for 2?" (Expecting them to say that they're full and "Do you want to be on our waiting list?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rico: "I made a reservation for 2 under Mr Tan." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At this of time, I had thought he was trying his luck to get a table for 2 by insisting that he had booked a table... And essentially LYING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jerica stared with widened eyes and was so shocked to put up pretence with him (I had still thought he was trying to be a BAD CUSTOMER at this point of time) that she whipped out her hp and navigated around in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was wow-ed totally when the waitress showed us the way in (I had thought his plan to "bluff" had worked!) and my eyes grew even bigger........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until I sat down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was only after i was at our table that i realised that i had misunderstood him all along; that he had indeed booked a table rigt from the start!!!! I burst out laughing like a hyena (as usual) and was pleasantly pleased that he had me surprised. And the funny thing was, i surprised myself in a sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Blame it on my paranoia and cynicism on human nature. LOL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAZkP-9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/K0dwLvUIz-c/s1600-h/DSC02046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243280688656939986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAZkP-9I/AAAAAAAAAm4/K0dwLvUIz-c/s200/DSC02046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The menu looks so yummy i could gobble it up! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAlMTkwI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vVwp7kopDpI/s1600-h/DSC02065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243280691777737474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAlMTkwI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vVwp7kopDpI/s200/DSC02065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's busy on the phone and the table looks messily neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAwAKzKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gl8LpftfepE/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243280694679620770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgAwAKzKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/gl8LpftfepE/s200/DSC02064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, this is my Hokkaido Ramen - ***** (5/5 stars)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This 5 stars, despite the fact that i hadn't much of an appetite recently &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgA6ICy0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/it0tssEcoPo/s1600-h/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243280697397005122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPgA6ICy0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/it0tssEcoPo/s200/DSC02066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st of the few we took - Indian dance of sorts? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I love you so much more! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Come back safe, my man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPsoKbLWdI/AAAAAAAAAno/8tM6lwRbC2Y/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294565926656466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPsoKbLWdI/AAAAAAAAAno/8tM6lwRbC2Y/s200/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6265435853425907304-2901467445366540180?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2901467445366540180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2901467445366540180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2901467445366540180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2901467445366540180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-3rd-month-this-time-im-gonna-blog.html' title='Happy 3rd Month! (This time, i&apos;m gonna blog differently.)'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SMPhSq-spnI/AAAAAAAAAnY/VE0r34WONXg/s72-c/DSC02025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7065282771790102218</id><published>2008-08-26T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:07:44.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry, and let the emotions flow...</title><content type='html'>Listen to her sorrows... Her helplessness and her pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry together people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rnbvideos/video/k9_CcMb7/india_arie_ready_for_love/"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/rnbvideos/video/k9_CcMb7/india_arie_ready_for_love/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7065282771790102218?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7065282771790102218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7065282771790102218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7065282771790102218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7065282771790102218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/08/cry-and-let-emotions-flow.html' title='Cry, and let the emotions flow...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-6413503379503599277</id><published>2008-08-24T12:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:32:12.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things... so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So many things happened over the few weeks i haven't been blogging. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ran for Student Relations Director for BAF Club (specially catering to BAF Cohort), but got offered Vice President instead. Things are still tentative as of now (the position is still tentative), but will be confirmed latest by Wednesday. *Prays*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Started studying and trying my best to acquire the "study smart" technique. Studying had always been my cup of tea, or is it not? Seems like this Semester will prove extra challenge for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My birthday this year has been a fabulous one! With my beloved friends (Jaslene, Kareen, Si Hui, Jacqueline, and their partners - Boon Hao, Ben, Ben) who really made me feel loved, as well as family who cares and even celebrated my birthday (for the first time after we &lt;em&gt;grew up&lt;/em&gt;; i mean, i'm still &lt;em&gt;growing up&lt;/em&gt;, but yea. u noe the "dong shi" age? hahas.) for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Rico had been activated (to report back to camp) on the day we were going to dine wimmy clique to celebrate my bday; so imagine my disappointment when i came to know that &lt;em&gt;he won't be there&lt;/em&gt;! So after our dinner, i went to the ladies with Kareen and Jaslene, and when i came back, thee were 2 cakes!!! Hahhas! One from Mr Dearico and the other from my lovely friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Could you sense my euphoria? Rico appeared right in front of me! I had tears welling up in my eyes eh, seriously... Tsktsk. But i didn't cry. Hahas. Tears only. =P He had worked in cahoots with Kareen to plan this surprise for me. Wah!!! Thanks for rushing down with the Swensen's Ice Cream cake despite having had a long day and having to commute all the way from your camp!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq489dZjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/g0JiJDqYhqU/s1600-h/DSC01898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237944630789367346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq489dZjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/g0JiJDqYhqU/s200/DSC01898.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Tadah! See my 2 cakes! (09 Aug 08)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq42AJfFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/irL6IaLJrp0/s1600-h/DSC01900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237944628921597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq42AJfFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/irL6IaLJrp0/s200/DSC01900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you gurls my dearest ladies! (09 Aug 08)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq45vkRfI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2yMUtVKT6sM/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237944629925791218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq45vkRfI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2yMUtVKT6sM/s200/DSC01947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my beloved brother bought this cake for me too! (11 Aug 08)&lt;/p&gt;And not to forget, Dearico for the special memories and being very much a memorable part of my life. You brought the colours to me, just like how you animated Mario and Doraemon on the papers... (Yes i do love mario too! hee hee) And thanks for assuring me, comforting me when the tears threaten to fall (and eventually fell); when my mood swings turn all erratic and unpredictable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Do (Cherish You).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Uni friends who text me birthday wishes when i didn't expect you guys to, and special thanks to Hongli and Chiok! Seriously, my uni life has been (will continue to be) memorable because of our "walking into fire, moving into evil" (in short, "zhou huo ru mo") gang! Hahahs. Hongli got me a cake, while Chiok did a lovely picture collage framed up nicely... Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq5PUCyjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7151c0k7sg4/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237944635715930674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq5PUCyjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7151c0k7sg4/s200/DSC01968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture collage Chiok made! Thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Hong Li, thanks for your cake, and for offering to help her too! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq5JCBWjI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tRuF0-ZhWV0/s1600-h/DSC01971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237944634029726258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq5JCBWjI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tRuF0-ZhWV0/s200/DSC01971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The zhou huo ru mo gang. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;And thanks to Ashley (Lay koon) for her gift too! She gave me a super unique present; one which i hadn't had in my whole 20 years... It was a dice! But the dice was extraordinary - it was a decision dice, with various decisions on its faces such as "Go to bed", "Go to Pub (in my case, i'll have to change to club)", etc etc. Cute isn't it! Maybe cos i had turned to her for advice so much that she decided to get me this. (Ashley, did you have to throw a dice and land on the face that says "Buy this" before you got me this? Hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 August was yet another special day! Hohoho. Had set this day aside to celebrate my birthday with Rico, and it was also our 2nd month celebration. Wait, they have a term for it... I think it's something like... "Month-versary"? Hahahs. What a pun! This month was my turn to plan and so we went to Tampopo for our dinner - luckily I had reserved a table! The queue was pretty long whn we got there. So, when food blog reviews recommends you to make reservations, they are not joking. What have you got to lose anyway? Oh yes, settled for this restaurant thanks to Laykoon's recommendation to read through this food review blog which i found super useful! Hee hee. Thanks to the author and to Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried Shabu-shabu Ramen while Rico tried his Miso Ramen (if i don't remember wrongly)and both were pretty nice! The egg he had was the first i had ever seen - hard boiled on the outside, half-cooked on the inside. WOAH! How did they do it???!??! My shabu shabu (I think was black pig meat = pork) was satisfying too. And the agedeshi tofu... i love! Yummy yum yum! Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237951422754209314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDxETAEPiI/AAAAAAAAAmg/E4rn21qLlg8/s200/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My shabu shabu and his miso. (Are you hungry already?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that we went to shop around and Rico bought this jigsaw puzzle which we both pieced together... Wasn't a big one (No space and time), but it proved something. Signifies the unity and pair-work (think teamwork) we displayed! Haha. And it's nice that both of you work together to achieve something &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;. Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also went to get Fondue! Hohoho. *Slurp slurp.* Velly nice! Haas. I brought him to Max Brenner at Esplanade for their fondue, to which we couldn't finish as we were too full from dinner earlier on! Haas. Ambience could have been improved, as there were many people there that day. Not lor-man-tick (romantic) enuf. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDxEcl6LUI/AAAAAAAAAmo/scl0DOE7ebo/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237951425328852290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDxEcl6LUI/AAAAAAAAAmo/scl0DOE7ebo/s200/DSC01935.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max Brenner's Fondue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! So, my blog is now no longer in chronological order... Bad bad... And, did i miss many things out? Yes i think i did! Till i recall and have the mood again, ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekends my friends! =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-6413503379503599277?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6413503379503599277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=6413503379503599277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6413503379503599277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6413503379503599277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='So many things... so little time'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SLDq489dZjI/AAAAAAAAAl4/g0JiJDqYhqU/s72-c/DSC01898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2456559347050368119</id><published>2008-08-13T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:29:51.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lost... Feelings of helplessness and anxieties overwhelming me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need your support; tell me you'll be with me through it all;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell me you will be there with me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell me you're always around for me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need your assurance........ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hear my fears, my plight, my pleas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe things were never meant to be, now they are turning out this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2456559347050368119?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2456559347050368119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2456559347050368119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2456559347050368119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2456559347050368119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5027266230382847403</id><published>2008-08-07T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:51:43.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd month!</title><content type='html'>To Dearico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those times you stood by me&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up&lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-5027266230382847403?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5027266230382847403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5027266230382847403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5027266230382847403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5027266230382847403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-2nd-month.html' title='Happy 2nd month!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2093861336699468184</id><published>2008-08-07T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:48:05.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week of school - Banking and Finance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conclusion from 1st week of school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jerica so loves Finance and Banking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite the potential stress and challenges coming from a non-finance background (no family members with financial knowledge/ experience to consult on, except for my uncle - my mum's bro), I'm all the more motivated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To seek out the knowledge on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fight for what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"To reach for where the money is"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wait, "to reach for where the money is"? Maybe not. But I will want to excel in the field of Finance, I know. I aspire to be good and study hard, and clinch the As... To acquire whatever knowledge I could, cos i seriously feel so much for the various mechanisms and aspects of BAF (Banking and Finance), having been through the overview given by the professors, lecturers, etc for the first week of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May this passion burn on, never to end, and flame on courageously, even when the going gets tough (I know it will, and i am prepared for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever the case, I'm grateful for the support that my family and friends have given me... Mum has supported my decision to choose BAF over HTM (Hospitality &amp;amp; Tourism Mgmt), despite the latter being "more prestigious" in NBS due to limited intake (notice its apostrophes? It's highly subjective); Rico has been urging and reminding me to study, to jiayou and not to skip any lesson. Haaa; and for listening and advising me when i was facing my dilemma, and to eventually come to a decision together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what happens, I will make sure I do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so motivated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall excel, because I want. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I will. =P&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2093861336699468184?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2093861336699468184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2093861336699468184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2093861336699468184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2093861336699468184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-week-of-school-banking-and-finance.html' title='1st week of school - Banking and Finance'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7026922920237313280</id><published>2008-08-03T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:08:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August = 08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finally it's august. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;08/08. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody HUAT ok! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Managed to catch Dearico in his Smart 4 over the weekend! Dashing dashing and dashingly smart - what more can i say? =PPP Love love! hahahs. And thanks for always trying to disturb me when i'm cooking FOR YOU! Grrrrr. End up I dun haf the chance to cook leh. Only can stand one side gar jiao you. Hahah. Not everybody can taste my cooking ok! Be proud that i'm cooking for you! Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sat 020808 - Went to NDP Preview wif mummy. Nice planes with cross over stunts, exhilarating parachuters diving right down, plunging through the air, forcing me to use the tissue in the goodie bag to dry the sweat that broke for them (ok, i'm exaggerating). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Super hot day!!! Grrr. Thanks for the wet tissue by Peach Garden ok! Promise to drop by your restaurant one day!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Favourite of all was the marching past, etc. Makes me feel so patriotic! &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mahjonged over the weekend. Lost $10! To think i was so happy when i "zi mo"-ed and "hua shang"ed to game...! Ok, only once. LOL. Most of the time I was raking in small bucks. From the Gar-ng(!)s and trying luck and pong-pong hu. Hee! Love mahjong! But I wished I could have more luck. I'm optimistic&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sun 030808 - Tavis and Trillium came over our house. Funny boys they were, as they tried recounting (vividly with lotsa gestures) their session of swimming together (God knows what they were tryna say. HAAA) yesterday. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally got my JC student's tution fee after what seems like eternity! Goodness gracious. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, thanks for all the naggings to get prepared for school; for reminding me that i'm still a student and need to complete my studies; for the fact that i need to keep closer tabs on my finances that slip away unnoticed (they sure do)!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hohoho. Time to be a better person; for the immaculate lady with refined gait and poise! Hees.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7026922920237313280?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7026922920237313280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7026922920237313280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7026922920237313280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7026922920237313280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-0808.html' title='August = 08/08'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-903021247572823996</id><published>2008-08-03T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:52:09.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 August!</title><content type='html'>Fresh sem, fresh academic year, fresh start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything turns out well for me and my friends this sem! Hohoho... Let's work hard people! I'm so looking forward to tomorrow, can get to see my friends! Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is kind of ironic, cos i knew i had dreaded the new sem - the frenzies of getting upset over project mates, the rush of assignments and quickened paces, etc...; more so cos i can no longer afford to slack and waste my time away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a lousy bom pee pee, cos i'm still getting pocket money from my parents! Bad bad bad. I'm kinda ashamed of myself actually. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a greedy pig, cos I'm getting paid at more than 20 bucks per hour from tutoring but i'm still not satisfied. I wan more for less! (Very bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many rubbishy thoughts rushing in my mind now! mahjong-ed last nyte and i lost 10 bucks. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When monday comes in another 1.2hrs, it's a new JERICA! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Looking forward to the coming weekend! It's party time people! Hohoho!***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh gawd, i'm still "drafting" one blog post from last week's events... Yet to be completed due to "lack of mood"... Promise to update the remaining when the mood comes! I'm 3/4 done dy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Darlie Tan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd last outfield before you ORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't you excited! hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be safe, be kind and be wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter where you are or feeding which mosquito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please know that there's someone here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishing all the best for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;missing you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and looking forward to the weekend with you! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-903021247572823996?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/903021247572823996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=903021247572823996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/903021247572823996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/903021247572823996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-august.html' title='4 August!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8569779382085903282</id><published>2008-07-23T23:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:08:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish Your Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happened to chance upon a blog today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the blog, I came to know about how a couple who were almost gonna get married, who were gonna live happily ever after, who were so so comfortable with each other that mentioning one would mean the other being torn apart by the cruelty of Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions that were conveyed through her words; the sadness and helplessness experienced by the lady in question (the blog owner); the pain that seared through her heart... when she received notice that her boyfriend (or soon-to-be hubby) died in his training overseas...&lt;br /&gt;it's ... OUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the point of cherishing your loved ones who have been with you through your ups and downs, who have been the ones bringing much joys and happiness... For nobody knows what happens tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, love and make it known that you really love those who matter to you, for no one knows what happens tomorrow... Cornily-speaking, what if, tomorrow never comes...? &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of us learn to have the ability to not take things for granted, for many a time, we have grown too accustomed to things happening in the ways we want them to, so much so that we overlook the fact that things do happen because some guardian angels around us made them happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of us have greater integrity to be true to what we beseech, to have no fear in holding on to the truths, to be upfront in how we feel towards others...&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting, may the lady owner of the above-mentioned blog find true strength in overcoming the pain of losing someone so dear, so close and so once-hers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8569779382085903282?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8569779382085903282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8569779382085903282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8569779382085903282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8569779382085903282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/cherish-your-loved-ones.html' title='Cherish Your Loved Ones'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1707055902048465414</id><published>2008-07-21T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:15:42.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How strong's your faith?</title><content type='html'>Saw this following from Drey's blog and i think it's very meaningful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil will not have its way.&lt;br /&gt;things will be restored to their rightful place.&lt;br /&gt;the lost will be found&lt;br /&gt;and the brokenhearted will be overwhelmed once again&lt;br /&gt;by His love.&lt;br /&gt;evil will not thrive,&lt;br /&gt;it will soon fade away&lt;br /&gt;like withered grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strong is your faith?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1707055902048465414?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1707055902048465414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1707055902048465414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1707055902048465414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1707055902048465414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-strongs-your-faith.html' title='How strong&apos;s your faith?'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-3000433866736829224</id><published>2008-07-20T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:56:02.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 16 July 2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225157163276435362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN8wYSt_6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/1rmbfj6u6KQ/s200/DSC01760(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Phuture with one of my JC besties, Ashley (Lay Koon)! Had kinda promised to go together before school term starts and before we getting busy with our lives as students again, so yups. Funny thing was, we found ourselves having to fend off weird peoples who were trying so desperately to chat ladies up. Yucks. This particular guy was saying things like, "I'm not those kind who come to clubs to fish for ladies" and Ashley told me she'd retorted curtly, "So what are you doing now?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If i were her, i probably would have said, "So you mean you're not fishing but sleeping now hur? Not fishing, yeah right. How convenient." And all the while this guy had his hands trying to reach for our waists. Despite us backing off and demanding he back off. To hell with him, if he thought we were some loose women? At some point in time I couldn't be bothered with even listening to what he was saying. That's me. I don't pay attention to things i'm not interested in. Take it, or leave it. Haa. So poor Ashley was like trying to reject his advances but being nice, still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Throughout the whole night, I was giggling away and laughing. God knows whether it was the Bacardi Breezer (Yes i get high on even like 4% alcoholic drinks) or for some other reasons, like maybe too happy to be with Ashley again, I was laughing out loud pretty frequently. HAAA. Do you, hear my laughter? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Dearico waited up for me again, to reach home safely before he slept. Not entirely so this time perhaps, since he had guard duty to do at 6am... Had asked him to turn in without me but he said he wanted to wait... Much as I think this is sweet, I feel kinda bad to make him stay up too! Grrrr. Wasn't really happy that I club so regularly in recent days (the previous time i went was Saturday) and i actually feel quite uncomfortable at the situation too. On one hand, this was probably gonna be the last week to enjoy carefree-ly, on the other hand, i had been spending quite alot recently too. Bad bad bad... Damage level for latest Gucci acquisition was enough to set me off for a month i guess! Muahahhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me, i never believed in restricting someone, and neither do i want anybody to restrict me. If you don't want me to do something, I gotta know WHY i can't do it and not WHAT i can't do; so thanks for making me see clearly how much i had been spending... It helps. And yes, my asset balances promises you with assurances that this shall be the last time, at least for this month. Bleah. Bad bad bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANW, never fail to enjoy clubbing with Ash, cos she's someone who can really dance without reservations! Perhaps, dancers like her (she's learning Reggaeton - is that how you spell?) will move naturally to the beats of music. It's like, a natural thing for dancers. Innate. Haa. Thanks for the great clubbing company and it's always nice hearing about her perspectives on certain issues! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 17 July 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met Rico's mummy and daddy for the first time. Although it was the first ever MTP (Meet-The-Parents) for Jerica, his mum was a pretty friendly lady fortunately! Not like some smile?-over-my-dead-body kind of mummies i saw from dramas. LOL. She cracked a lame joke on her 1st sentence after i entered the house and set the mood for the rest of the visit, and managed another one in her 2nd sentence. POWER, i say. Haaa. Was at his house doing scrap book for mum and Jac (for their bdays!) for the whole afternoon. Went to Thomson area for dinner, and had the platter (with quantities of food too much for the both of us) at clarity cafe. He introduced me to Icekimo situated beside Coreen's block and the Cookies and Chocolate was lovely decadence! The other flavour of Blueberry Cheesecake wasn't as good as i had expected, but who cares? Contented is Jerica! Haaa. Oh well, finally did the skeletal work for mummy's scrapbook by around 9-ish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225152650147976802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN4prlC1mI/AAAAAAAAAlg/8qErwE5APf0/s200/DSC01769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I so love their rainbow colours! Happy hues! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Amazing things happened on our way back home. Amazing feat. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 18 July 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chomp Chomp at S'goon Garden with Mum, Ting and Bro. Split the expenses with Kor. Bro's getting more and more financially independent i gather? Trying his best to survive on his meagre pay from the govt. which is pretty cool. Guys like that are cool. Muahhaha. Love family days (or rather, dinners) like this, since we seldom had the time to sit down and have meals together for each of us have our own agendas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum seems to be a little stressed out over work recently. Apathetic supervisors, cold and unfeeling. Tsktsk. Why so liddat? It's seriously a waste mummy had to give up on her studies in the past so that my uncle could get a chance at studying (what a great sacrifice!); else she would be a super woman probably managing MNCs! But well, she is still a superwoman in my heart! =))) &lt;em&gt;Love you mama!&lt;/em&gt; Hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 19 July 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225153820554669954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN5tzrvr4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/n8Xtw8dRQ2U/s200/DSC01780(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rico arrived at my void deck with lovely Eclairs in hand! Sweet sweet. Yummy yum yum! hahahs. Went to my old house at S'goon JC there in Hougang for their Lor Mee, something that i suddenly had a craving for (as opposed to Dearico's promising to bring me to Jalan Kayu for breakfast before work at his sis' company). Whee! Glad my tastebuds caught hold of the lor mee's taste again; would be even better if i could visit my old house again ( I really miss the old days when i woke up on weekend mornings to da bao food from the kpt downstairs home and watch TV as I tuck in. Joy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Highlight of day was ... Jac's bday celebration, where we had dinner at Crystal Jade Ginseng Chicken &amp;amp; BBQ at Centrepoint. Jas Ben, Jac BH, Neer Ben, Jeri Rico were present. What a gathering! Haaaa. Enjoyed myself lots with all the jokes and laughters...! Not to forget, Sihui dropped by in the earlier part too, but had to go back to LWSSOM (Lee Wei Song School of Music) soon after. Super fun dinner with the lovely company and seriously, the food was great! LARGE servings too, except for the soup (which Kareen and I liked so much). Or was it that the law of diminishing marginal returns had a chance to set in for the other food in larger quantities? Hee. Me and my Econs. Muahhahas. And yes, how i miss Econs... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Told myself to start studying/ revising my FM again for BAF modules come school term this coming Aug, since i had barely scraped through the module (last minute crammings) with a B+, but couldn't seem to find time. It's like, i'm living in a slow-pace life. How nice, like Perthy Perth! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for midnight movie (Hancock) at Cine. Rico had to attend other friend's bday celebration at Dbl O so off he went. How sad... But then again, if he had chosen to leave his bunk mates, tongues will start wagging and tales would spin. Something both of us do not want... And the opportunity costs of leaving for him was ... Aww Gawd... The loneliness of being the "Single" could have driven me nuts if not for my besties to chat wimme every now n then despite them all being in pairs. Haa. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks for not forgetting me dears!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 20 July 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up like 7+ or 8 to get prepared for Mum's Bday celebration! Was like a family gathering, together with Uncle &amp;amp; family =) Ting and Bro, Jeri and Rico, Daddy and Mummy, Uncle and Auntie, Trillium and Tavis at the River City Restaurant at Excelsior Hotel beside Funan. How nice! Both Trillium and Tavis are still super cute! And super smart too. Trillium's gonna enrol in Rosyth soon and Tavis the ever-so-entertaining baby always tries to make us laugh with his funny antics! Lol. Disturbing gurls (little gurls seated in baby stools) and playing with the Startbursts i got for them, etc... You name it! Haa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This brings us to the topic of child's innocence... Something i wish i could have again! How nice to think that when your teeth drops, fairies will come after you place the teeth under your pillow; how nice to indulge (and laugh REALLY heartily) just by playing Scissors, Paper, Stone with your daddy, how nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes how nice... *Struggles to come back to reality of growing up...* At this point in time, think back and recall one thing you did in the past - one really innocent act. Isn't it fun to reminisce on the past and laugh at the silly things done, the crazy things said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ANW, Karaoke was up next, after savouring (read stuffing ourselves with) all the Har Gaos, Xiao Long Baos, etc etc etc... but poor Jerica couldn't stay on for the fun! Wad a waste... Had tuition in the evening and had figured out that it would be a waste if we went, since it would be only a few (maybe 1) hour(s) more? So JeRico popped by Citylink, Suntec and basically strolled around! Muahahahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ding dong him tried to piggy back me while on the escalator and I wasn't totally prepared so the position wasn't right... So poor Jerica suffered some injuries (temporary) on her you-know-where. HAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun day afterall, albeit tiring. Love Family Sundays like this! =)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN4pPO6eCI/AAAAAAAAAlA/mwI2VGREVW4/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225152642538960930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN4pPO6eCI/AAAAAAAAAlA/mwI2VGREVW4/s200/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ting ting (in green) loves me. Hehs. L-R: Aunt Jacine, Jeri, Ting, Mummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN4paSNbMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/sCHAwQlFHpI/s1600-h/DSC01796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225152645505576130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN4paSNbMI/AAAAAAAAAlI/sCHAwQlFHpI/s200/DSC01796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy and Mummy: Everlasting Love Love ok! =)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN4pWu1HII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SFn2CSQvD1E/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225152644551875714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN4pWu1HII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/SFn2CSQvD1E/s200/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I asked Dad to use the bouquet Rico bought for me to give mum the fluttery feel (of receiving flowers) again. LOL. BTW, you spotted my bro in his yellow boxers? &lt;strong&gt;haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-3000433866736829224?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3000433866736829224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=3000433866736829224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3000433866736829224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3000433866736829224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-16-july-2008-phuture-with-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIN8wYSt_6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/1rmbfj6u6KQ/s72-c/DSC01760(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8240970218369029271</id><published>2008-07-19T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:14:04.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>Life is full of ups and downs. Same goes for relationships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a chance, would you rather your life be smooth sailing throughout, without the downs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How then, would you be able to appreciate the ups, the happy moments when they come by?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How then, would you know that certain ways just do not work, and that there are better ways to make things work?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How then, would you know that Joy has come to you when you thought all were lost?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cherish and be appreciative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, they're key. There's no magical formula to a successful relationship or Life. Give thanks and indulge in the little joys you find around you every other day, and you shall find yourself a happier person! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Am I living in the Present, the Past, or the Future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe it's time to take a step back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so selfish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm so scared of getting hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; that in the process of trying to protect my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hurt others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the immense guilt of making others cry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but all i had wanted was to cry in your arms... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry, when the pain comes, so that the pain goes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry, so that you let go of hidden feelings; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of suppressed hurts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;without hurting other parties.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it too much love that stifles? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it out of habit, or was it really, LOVE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8240970218369029271?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8240970218369029271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8240970218369029271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8240970218369029271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8240970218369029271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2922290702340896726</id><published>2008-07-18T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:24:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 July 2008 - A Special Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12 July marks the day we had set aside to celebrate our first month together... It started off with a supposedly-surprise pop-up over at my place - He had planned to catch me in my pyjamas. But too bad, Jerica (despite having clubbed the night before) had woke up early to prepare a surprise powerpoint presentation for him, so his first plan to catch me with messed-up hair, sleepy eyes in my snow white and 7 dwarfs (either that or "pork chop and friends") PJ failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just as i was done bathing and brushing my hair, Rico told me, "Dear, can you open your door for your boyfriend?" ... Oh my goodness, i was so-not-done with dressing up yet! =.=" So his plan kinda worked in a sense? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Tan appeared with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; box containing a book "The Not-So-Perfect Man ... Might just be your Mr Right", a bottle containing pills - except there were messages in each of the pills, written by Mr Tan with much patience, patience and more patience, a lovely card with his drawings and another drawing of a couple hugging each other - as though immersed in an indulgent sashay under the stars (or was it my vivid imagination? hahah); those drawings done with much painstaking efforts... Much appreciated, thank you Dearico! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The book was extra meaningful for both of us, as initially i hadn't thought of him as a potential lover for me... But well, as what the book suggests, the not-so-perfect man could jolly well be the Mr Right. =P And the bottle of pills were sweet too! Bet it took alot of his patience to unroll each piece inside the capsules, write on them in a small handwriting, roll them back and then put them in the capsules again... Would I have such patience? Maybe not la! Gosh. Oh, but i did unroll each to read... Patient right! Haaa. Though the messages were mushy, they were really sweet, hehs. Thankkew once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muahahhas. Throughout the whole time he was at my house, I was super shy; i dunno why! I'd blushed all the way to London (it's Jiali and Karen's lingo); I was so scared and was wondering the whole time what was in store for me! hahahas. Funny funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after Jerica showed him his surprise powerpoint, she whipped out her Gucci necklace she'd bought the day before at Paragon (It's her advance birthday gift for herself!)... And asked him to put it on for her. *winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next up was Beach Road, where most army guys go, for their Chilli Mee (which was essentially Pork Ribs Prawn Mee and he knows i super love eating noodles, a whole lot more than rice) which was super nice! =))) And then while i was trying to finish up my mee (he always finishes his way before i do), he went to get FONDUE! Muahaha. Fondue at hawker centre was a first for me! Haa. And it was delicious... Yummy! Dark Chocolates are love. =PPP Their waffles are superb; you should try it for yourself! Better than any others i've ever tried before... Hees. And it's a surprise the ice cream they serve there is actually comparable to ice cream parlours, with sorbet-like flavours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulgent feast thereafter, we went to town for (window) shopping! Wheeeee... We walked around town and Mr Tan saw so many things he wanted but decided it probably wasn't time to splurge without doing proper planning of finances? Now that's what i call MAN - being financially independent and planning for the future. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400893460910114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM7rr4kCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/z4DCRPwA6HM/s200/DSC01546+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camwhoring at Paragon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the time we went to find his SBF Coreen to pass my Perth gifts "for her to her", it was like, 7-ish? And throughout the whole time i was there, she kept trying to open the box of the present i got for her, to no avail. LOL! Funny gurl she is. Haa. At around 8-ish, i was chased off, cos both of them ganged up and told me "Food court going to close dy", all the while trying to hoodwink me into believing that we were going to dine at food court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not the case; Dearico had grabbed my hand and brought me to Rakuzen, where we had dined on our very first date! And the surprising thing was, he had reserved the exact table where we had sat on our first date. Amazingly meticulous isn't it. It's really such sweet little things that i'm so wow! over him! Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food wasn't exactly delicious and Jerica had tried Sukiyaki Beef while the man had ordered for Unagi (again). Never will Jerica order for Sukiyaki again i guess? Both times (first at Nihon Mura and 2nd at Rakuzen) proved that Jerica doesn't quite appreciate the after-taste of Sukiyaki. Velly bad (Very bad). *Tsk tsk. Haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled to my favourite spots, Esplanade and Cavenagh Bridge... Whee! It was like a fairytale coming true! Things that I never thought of happening to me did come true and boy, maybe fairy godmothers do indeed exist? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400898379278882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM7-Ag6iI/AAAAAAAAAkg/NSh6dHvWFgk/s200/DSC01562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dearico was super tired before long and so, we went off in a cab... The greatest surprise came staring right at my face when i reached home and stepped into my room... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400896588468258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM73VjUCI/AAAAAAAAAko/kC_VBQFFdq4/s200/DSC01573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a bouquet of roses planted on my bed!&lt;/strong&gt; What an amazing feat! I pretended not to see it and called him to accompany him home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: "Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;J: "In my room lor."&lt;br /&gt;R: "On the lights already?"&lt;br /&gt;(Pretending normal when in fact, her heart was all melted at the sight of flowers)&lt;br /&gt;J: "On dy lo. Even on the air con dy... Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAS. And I burst out laughing. Hee hee. He had asked Ting ting and my bro to help him with the flowers! How sweet la, seriously. Awwww. I think he must have read many fairytales before! haaha. And yes, gurls do love being treated like princesses. And i was like one that day! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM8FA99II/AAAAAAAAAkw/FNzMGddlbM4/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400900260230274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM8FA99II/AAAAAAAAAkw/FNzMGddlbM4/s200/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks for making our 1st month celebration such a memorable one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM8ShzN0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Yf8l4IwAwtE/s1600-h/Hugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400903887599426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM8ShzN0I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Yf8l4IwAwtE/s200/Hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is drawn by him, one of the drawings  i feel a great deal for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though there may be times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems I'm far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never wonder where I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I am always by your side... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2922290702340896726?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2922290702340896726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2922290702340896726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2922290702340896726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2922290702340896726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-july-2008-special-day.html' title='12 July 2008 - A Special Day...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SIDM7rr4kCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/z4DCRPwA6HM/s72-c/DSC01546+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4405689615308500759</id><published>2008-07-11T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:13:32.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Losses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caught the following from one of my friends' blog (changed a lil' bit) and i can't help but ponder over it... It seems so well-written and ... of losses and perhaps some pain and heartaches... If you're the owner of this my friend, please know that you still have me as a listening ear, and that it's good to be strong, but it's good to also cry out at times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we might have been, less than perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and even though its gone i know, it was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scenes, from broken dreams begin to pass by, as i turn off the lights for the last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's no surprise, i won't be here tomorrow. i can't believe that i stayed till today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's nothing here in this heart left to borrow; there's nothing left in my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one embrace that no one knows; favourite places that i used to go; the whisperings before i sleep - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either wrong or right is memory, so don't write away those memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's so much i have to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't cry, just say goodbye, now its over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4405689615308500759?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4405689615308500759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4405689615308500759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4405689615308500759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4405689615308500759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-losses.html' title='Of Losses...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-3055896166328322606</id><published>2008-07-09T18:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:15:58.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qantas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Back to SG, back to familiarity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So day 7 (7th July 08) concludes my Perth trip... Finally, i'm back to the familiar sights of Singapore Changi Airport; of rushing people obsessed in their quickened pace of life; of Chinese, Malays, Indians and many more; of my loved ones and their smiles and laughters; of ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After trying to register for my subjects online within the specific duration for us to do so to some disappointment (i didn't manage to get the slots i wanted!!! Grrr. no vancancy at all. What a system we have ard here!), Drey drove me over to do some last minute shopping (partly for me to use up some loose notes i have and for her to grab pandan leaves to eradicate cockroaches from her car), we went to UWA (University of Western Australia) where Audrey is currently studying in and where Australians covet to be in since it is the state university to pick maple leaves! Hohoho. SG dusen haf maple leaves and i thought it'll be good if i cud pick some back! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974633545565714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxG3PBhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jvoMOx5RlZs/s200/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lovely colours in UWA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in my luggage together (which weighs 18-ish kgs) - i went with 1 bag of 6-ish kg and came back with another 12-ish kgs! Hahaaha. Thanks to drey who lent me her big big luggage bag, else i wud haf to buy another bag i reckon? And yes, before going thru the departure gate at approx. 3pm, we cam-whored together and i gave her a big big hug! Haaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxZPJx-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/VH_u_0SLi3w/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974638477723618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxZPJx-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/VH_u_0SLi3w/s200/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxZUcs9I/AAAAAAAAAjI/50O68F6agwo/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974638499935186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxZUcs9I/AAAAAAAAAjI/50O68F6agwo/s200/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxS4w88I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/v2Np0zd10Aw/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974636773209026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxS4w88I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/v2Np0zd10Aw/s200/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And standing in front of the depature gate was a couple hugging each other tightly. Deciding to follow suit, I gave drey another hug. But then the couple started kissing! And i turned to drey and smiled cheekily, "Let's do that too!" and she gave me a dunno-hw-to-describe (but was it a "lame-O"?) look. Haaaa! Too les for her. And for me. LOL. I'm so gonna miss her and Perth! The past week had been a super enjoyable one - and i'm glad she has been so hospitable and nice to take me out even though i knew she would really love to sleep in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More about this lovely friend of mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974988395829362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShFwyIWHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Lj_FhwhqbAU/s200/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has a super natural ability! And she herself knows best. Heh. When she sleeps, she can totally ignore her surroundings! I remember several days when we had to wake up earlier and her alarm clock could ring for the longest time and she would still be soundly asleep... Tadah! Pro. Hees. For me, my super natural ability is that i talk in my sleep. HAAA! Imagine her telling me about our "conversation" the next day! Both of us laughed and laughed. And yes! I managed to steal a picture of her while she was sleeping. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxAqnJOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5FGU7nNCqiU/s1600-h/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974631882007778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxAqnJOI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5FGU7nNCqiU/s200/DSC01482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, we will keep these lovely memories. Thanks for creating such wonderful memories for me! Am sure they will be deeply ingrained in me for many many more years to come. And be all the more convinced, cos this is the first time i flew in the air (I super love the taking off and landing parts, cos they're lyk roller coaster rides), and flying alone at that! I think i'm super brave, but my mummy says i'm mad and very naughty (I only told her i'm flying alone after i bought the air tickets). HAA. That's Jerica for you! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShFws3nWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QzFp4zKbA-8/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974988373761378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShFws3nWI/AAAAAAAAAjw/QzFp4zKbA-8/s200/DSC01519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And i almost forgot to mention that the Australian Customs threw away the present i bought for Mr Rico Tan........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =((((((((((((((((( SO SAD!!! Cos it was sharp and they said could be a potential weapon and so they demanded for it to be thrown away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, anw, so i boarded the plane (after the disappointment), with much anticipation to touch down in SG as soon as possible! Hahahas. This time, i was pretty much familiar with how things wud be lyk, and i had planned what shows to watch - Mr Bean. And this time, i didn't doze off during the show (entirely) so i managed to continue on Mr Bean, 2 episodes of CSI, 10,000 BC (I fast-forwarded quite a fair share), listened to 2 CDs (Nelly Furtado and Fergie), gone to the toilet twice (i think), caught forty winks, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShFxdcCiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZVtItzG0Gf8/s1600-h/DSC01512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974988577475106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShFxdcCiI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZVtItzG0Gf8/s200/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974993589347922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShGEIXJlI/AAAAAAAAAj4/28fhwkCFn5s/s200/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;From Perth Airport... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShFy_VmzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/HdKJqohwELc/s1600-h/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220974988988095282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShFy_VmzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/HdKJqohwELc/s200/DSC01514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cam whoring on board. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yes, much as i was looking forward to the meal onboard, this time i was a little disappointed. It wasn't nice! Grrr. Some plain veggies and rice without any gravy (and when i say it sucks, it really does, cos i'm not a fussy eater and i dun usually complain). Oh! The chicken in oyster sauce was great though. Much like SG food. Haaa. Yummy yum yum! This time, they served cheese with crackers, but the Sling (ice cream) this time was not as good as the Magnum i enjoyed so much when i flew to Perth. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShVbPr0dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RN9olO1REgw/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220975257492115922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShVbPr0dI/AAAAAAAAAkA/RN9olO1REgw/s200/DSC01528.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Meal on Qantas QF71 back to Sing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I caught the sunset in the skies yesterday! A pity i was sitting on the other side which was not facing the sun. Else I gather the sunset would have been much more splendid! Nevertheless, i saw the orange dimming and the darkness looming in, and the myriad of shades atop of the sky blue was simply love! Took some pictures, but nah, they didn't really capture the essence of the sunset itself. And when night fell, the stars were evident!!! How lovely. Very nice indeed. Too bad i was alone and had nobody to share my awe at that very moment. But well, i'm glad i did manage to catch those sights - no regrets! =)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220975257444948866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShVbEcG4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/ryMGyOvXOt0/s200/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunset from the skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anw, actually i cud haf reached SG lyk 20 mins earlier? But when we were about 30 mins away, the plane circulated in the air (I had turned on the Flight Route, a feature in their Entertainment System which was lyk their GPS of sorts, cos i was plain bored after watching whatever i was interested in watching). And when we were reaching SG, about 10 mins away, the plane did a big round again. Probably to avoid some turbulence maybe? Heard that SG had rained in the afternoon or evening yesterday, so that cud be the reason. And so i was amazed with how to drive a plane! i want to fly a plane too! But too bad, i'm short sighted. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A funny thing happened after i touched down! Went to get immigration clearance and after shopping at DFS, i proceeded to collect my luggage. Waited super patiently for my luggage to appear from the belts, but after 10 mins or so, i realised something was amiss; had i missed my luggage? Did they take away my luggage? All the funny thoughts came to me until i looked up at the signage and saw that i was waiting at the Emirates flight belt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodness Gracious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha! So how glad i was when i managed to get my luggage and go home sweet home! Hees. Whee hee hee. Muahahahs. Reached home at around 10-ish? And did my laundry, unpacking of souvenirs, etc... And tadah!!! These were my steals from Perth! hohoho. With almost 80% being Food Food and more food! LOL. And not to forget, my favourite shopping item of Shoes! Heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220975259731484386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHShVjll3uI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/usbHb30OpjU/s200/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 more pairs of shoes, many more food and many more clothes! Jerica is one happy gurl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am really glad for this holiday experience, and i am definitely glad to be home once again, and back on the grounds of SG! =))) With much night life and safe streets, I feel so home and at ease! The familiarity... But it's also good to travel abroad at times! Helps you become more independent yeah =P Hohoho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much loves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerica =DDD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-3055896166328322606?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3055896166328322606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=3055896166328322606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3055896166328322606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3055896166328322606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-sg-back-to-familiarity.html' title='Back to SG, back to familiarity!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHSgxG3PBhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jvoMOx5RlZs/s72-c/DSC01485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8391353063082879069</id><published>2008-07-07T23:39:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:58:03.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth - 7th July (Last night with Drey in Perth!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st month Dearie Tan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hohoho. Spent the morning/ early afternoon at Kings Park (WA Botanic Gardens), which was pretty near the city. Splendid view one could enjoy there, since it overlooked the Swan River (And Swan River really looks lyk a swan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7PfscidI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8KNQbj1qEvI/s1600-h/DSC01348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220300055467821522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7PfscidI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8KNQbj1qEvI/s200/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7PmUZmbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0q5F8JgJrSs/s1600-h/CIMG4599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220300057246013874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7PmUZmbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0q5F8JgJrSs/s200/CIMG4599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;See the sun's grace? They have really nice skies in Perth!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7P1AFyAI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FyEiKbZEU9c/s1600-h/CIMG4600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220300061187360770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7P1AFyAI/AAAAAAAAAeo/FyEiKbZEU9c/s200/CIMG4600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another smug look from Jeri! Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7QU7BC4I/AAAAAAAAAew/AHOfu0M0yFE/s1600-h/CIMG4605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220300069756013442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7QU7BC4I/AAAAAAAAAew/AHOfu0M0yFE/s200/CIMG4605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7QuVhp7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/_hMDFhiW4mg/s1600-h/CIMG4607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220300076578088882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7QuVhp7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/_hMDFhiW4mg/s200/CIMG4607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And standing in front of the Memorial for the great Men who died in The Great War&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9mdIEpoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_z_8xU0_XvQ/s1600-h/CIMG4613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220302648938636930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9mdIEpoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_z_8xU0_XvQ/s200/CIMG4613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Magnificent view, see i told you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9ml6c_PI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vA00doGSXVw/s1600-h/CIMG4614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220302651297430770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9ml6c_PI/AAAAAAAAAfI/vA00doGSXVw/s200/CIMG4614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9nGpxwPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/73s4jutoaGg/s1600-h/CIMG4615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220302660085858546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9nGpxwPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/73s4jutoaGg/s200/CIMG4615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Solemn Prayers for the dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9nhBS_FI/AAAAAAAAAfY/J-fsjLqsJd8/s1600-h/CIMG4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220302667163827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9nhBS_FI/AAAAAAAAAfY/J-fsjLqsJd8/s200/CIMG4625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let our silent contemplation be our offering...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9nr87MiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Br_fFt43Nwg/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220302670098280994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI9nr87MiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Br_fFt43Nwg/s200/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And did i mention how fun it was to lie on carpet grass??? I gather i could just sleep there! Whee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBRrcCouI/AAAAAAAAAfo/njAefNjCW00/s1600-h/CIMG4619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220306690049745634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBRrcCouI/AAAAAAAAAfo/njAefNjCW00/s200/CIMG4619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSBd_xNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_dlgnig-oCQ/s1600-h/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220306695963526354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSBd_xNI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_dlgnig-oCQ/s200/DSC01335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Snapped. =)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSIbOXWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/poUnaPlXLHQ/s1600-h/DSC01336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220306697830948194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSIbOXWI/AAAAAAAAAf4/poUnaPlXLHQ/s200/DSC01336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's Audrey. Nice trenchcoat! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSHSd-QI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fFe9F-ihAf4/s1600-h/DSC01351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220306697525786882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSHSd-QI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fFe9F-ihAf4/s200/DSC01351.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is the DNA Tower. We climbed all the way up!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSeZTN0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/iVWW1c3LD3k/s1600-h/CIMG4628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220306703728457538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJBSeZTN0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/iVWW1c3LD3k/s200/CIMG4628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ta dah!!! That's the superbly nice view on top! Very nice indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the rest below are picturesque pictures! =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHe5Qaf7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AfZOoX-jUak/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313514167140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHe5Qaf7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AfZOoX-jUak/s200/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfJguYQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1s4ZuJ3apL4/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313518530519298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfJguYQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/1s4ZuJ3apL4/s200/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfGu0zNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dmFdnHNapr4/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313517784354002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfGu0zNI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dmFdnHNapr4/s200/DSC01326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfdm-XoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ORdGyaViSwo/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313523925442178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfdm-XoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ORdGyaViSwo/s200/DSC01341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfbakN5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/yI7Zr8mEeCY/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220313523336525714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJHfbakN5I/AAAAAAAAAgw/yI7Zr8mEeCY/s200/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI5vjRZLI/AAAAAAAAAg4/OQijdC8RR9M/s1600-h/DSC01369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315074929976498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI5vjRZLI/AAAAAAAAAg4/OQijdC8RR9M/s200/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (I so love sun shots!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next up, we headed off to Cicerello's in Fremantle for their Fish and Chips! Hohoho. Yummy yum yum! And Audrey said we had to bring our own sauces there since their FNCs were kinda no frills - just fish and chips wrapped up in paper, very much the traditional way... Uber lovely and it's probably the second freshest thing i've ever tasted! Costs AUD11.90 each set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI5-LMlNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/spb89tcfcho/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315078855529682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI5-LMlNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/spb89tcfcho/s200/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI578uc4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/FZ07xT3FyZ4/s1600-h/DSC01395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315078257963906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI578uc4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/FZ07xT3FyZ4/s200/DSC01395.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Not having such an accessible railway track in SG, Jeri couldn't help but took to taking pictures! Muahahahs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI6HDyT-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UBB-m_9_yKE/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315081240367074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI6HDyT-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UBB-m_9_yKE/s200/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cicerellos.com.au/index.htm"&gt;http://www.cicerellos.com.au/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI6ONQfaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/T50B0Sc80rc/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315083159141794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJI6ONQfaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/T50B0Sc80rc/s200/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYDhsX-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/N2bxezJIqwY/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315595688140770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYDhsX-I/AAAAAAAAAhg/N2bxezJIqwY/s200/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYFw-vTI/AAAAAAAAAho/WKng0NMOlT4/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315596289129778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYFw-vTI/AAAAAAAAAho/WKng0NMOlT4/s200/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audrey's glad that the Tomato sauce we had left behind in her car from the picnic yesterday was still there! Us forgetting to take it out from the car was a blessing in disguise. Hehs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYEkQpNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Uw-0SWfJHUo/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315595967341778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYEkQpNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Uw-0SWfJHUo/s200/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYV6EwII/AAAAAAAAAh4/y-TLfePf3q4/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315600622239874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYV6EwII/AAAAAAAAAh4/y-TLfePf3q4/s200/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYQl7gwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TCr6lEYfVsk/s1600-h/DSC01440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220315599195570946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJYQl7gwI/AAAAAAAAAiA/TCr6lEYfVsk/s200/DSC01440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJyZv23kI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aGqvyiLegEo/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220316048329727554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJyZv23kI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aGqvyiLegEo/s200/DSC01452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJybN7shI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aVwmfvXhfPw/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220316048724308498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJybN7shI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/aVwmfvXhfPw/s200/DSC01457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Love the feel of this pic... Guess who was on my mind when this picture was taken?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJyoVrz6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/-5JEQmJQ_7s/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220316052246482850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJyoVrz6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/-5JEQmJQ_7s/s200/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And like i have mentioned enough, they have really really nice sun sets in Perth! *Awwww...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJynUHOKI/AAAAAAAAAig/a2wad6dFYpg/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220316051971455138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJynUHOKI/AAAAAAAAAig/a2wad6dFYpg/s200/DSC01475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJy7p_AJI/AAAAAAAAAio/UkOY2rpKuuc/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220316057431900306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHJJy7p_AJI/AAAAAAAAAio/UkOY2rpKuuc/s200/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;If you do not already know, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;my night has become a sunny dawn because of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8391353063082879069?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8391353063082879069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8391353063082879069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8391353063082879069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8391353063082879069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/perth-7th-july-last-night-with-drey-in.html' title='Perth - 7th July (Last night with Drey in Perth!)'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHI7PfscidI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8KNQbj1qEvI/s72-c/DSC01348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5588400029626150721</id><published>2008-07-06T23:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:19:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth - 6th July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost coming to a close, yet another exciting day with memorable memories for me to savour in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went to attend sunday church service with Drey as promised, clambering out of bed at 8-ish am! Made friends with a number of her friends there, who were not as scary as i thought, and all were generally very amicable to me, despite being there for the first time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The day was an adventurous yet super memorable one, with a picnic after church (it was kinda a last minute, spontaneous decision, with the picnic stuffs being bought just before we drove down to Serpentine). I remember during the service, i was touched - the christian songs had kinda moved me. They had very meaningful lyrics to praise the God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Audrey asked when I would be ready to let God into my heart; I had no answer for it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anw, we had lotsa fun at the picnic! Aussies place a high priority on family bonding, or even bonding with friends (and new friends at that!), and i think i want to do this too! It's so nice having family picnics and just chilling out together, playing together isn' it! (I'm probably home-sick, but well. i don't deny I AM HOME-SICK). But seriously, what's with all the Asian values of family being the primary unit of society when we don't even practise much of it? Time to picnic together peopl! (Rico, Ting ting and my bro... Are you reading this? hee hee) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After picnic at Serpentine Dam, we proceeded on to the Serpentine Fall - the entire trip to getting there was totally awesome! We didn't have a clear path to take. We had to climb the rocks, etc and somewhat like climb the mountains, clear the dangerous terrains before we could be sufficiently near the fall! Goodness, timid Jerica was really scared of falling into the river (it was really steep and I had promised daddy, mummy and rico I wud takkire of myself!) so she skipped going down to the foot of the fall? Yes. SCARY! And the scary thing was, I caught sight of many HUGE ANTS and caterpillars and i was shrieking away before long! YUCKS. Jerica detested small crawlies. And she's crawlies-phobic for nuts! Grrrrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jono came over after awhile and kinda saved me, cause i was stuck at my spot and didn't know what to do, so he had come to lead the way. Climbed on a while further, and with the sun already setting, we decided to head back. Drey drove approx 1 hour and it's really tough! Imagine having to concentrate on the roads even as you're tired, having woken up at 9am that day??!?!? And imagine all your passengers are sound asleep??!??! And imagine ... ... ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's not easy, but audrey did it... Congrats! And clap claps for you!!! =)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dinner was instant noodle! Hahaha. Tasted SG flavour to much delight, kinda ironically. And during dinner, web-cammed with Rico for awhile before he was too anoyed by his nieces and nephews. (Rico, your bad. Haa) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ANW, here are the photos taken thruout the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmqpGyTvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LQqMhqxu14Y/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925588385615602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmqpGyTvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LQqMhqxu14Y/s200/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Audrey with Jeri at her church!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmrFUHkXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/VTY6DEAoWSU/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925595957727602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmrFUHkXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/VTY6DEAoWSU/s200/DSC01199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Shout HAPPINESS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmreqHXCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/sPuJuphF-6I/s1600-h/DSC01207.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925602760875042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmreqHXCI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/sPuJuphF-6I/s200/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here's where we had picnic... Near to Serpentine Dam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmrWjyDyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VhuIC0f3r9w/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925600586829602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmrWjyDyI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VhuIC0f3r9w/s200/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmrkHy4oI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o05YUo5C2ZI/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219925604227539586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmrkHy4oI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o05YUo5C2ZI/s200/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perth has got this kinda BBQ Pits around parks, etc... Very much bonding-oriented. How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDni3BD6zI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i2w_mowoSwA/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219926554192374578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDni3BD6zI/AAAAAAAAAbo/i2w_mowoSwA/s200/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Simon the joker. Very funny guy! Speaks good english and is super friendly. Haah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnjJL7KOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1NSIUWvGJJg/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219926559069776098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnjJL7KOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1NSIUWvGJJg/s200/DSC01219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sausage bread! Yummy yummy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnjRrKKlI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jldYdg3OGN4/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219926561348266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnjRrKKlI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jldYdg3OGN4/s200/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Do you see the lovely rays?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnjiSohTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mzgHr875A1g/s1600-h/CIMG4521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219926565808801074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnjiSohTI/AAAAAAAAAcA/mzgHr875A1g/s200/CIMG4521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tried to form a heart, but didn't really made it. Love the scenary though!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnkP66EDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/n9WxpfDZ5hs/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219926578057318450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDnkP66EDI/AAAAAAAAAcI/n9WxpfDZ5hs/s200/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrABZFJRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/O5jLXeyol5I/s1600-h/CIMG4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930353728562450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrABZFJRI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/O5jLXeyol5I/s200/CIMG4531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrAY3_iGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/FxluvyPGTNg/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930360032233570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrAY3_iGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/FxluvyPGTNg/s200/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrAnTBzYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/uNPDRbNCdIE/s1600-h/CIMG4541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930363903724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrAnTBzYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/uNPDRbNCdIE/s200/CIMG4541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrA00XpKI/AAAAAAAAAco/_T-ZiK9OWSw/s1600-h/CIMG4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930367533229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrA00XpKI/AAAAAAAAAco/_T-ZiK9OWSw/s200/CIMG4536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrBLsp_wI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oPExvwcLjV4/s1600-h/CIMG4528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930373674893058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDrBLsp_wI/AAAAAAAAAcw/oPExvwcLjV4/s200/CIMG4528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; She's always making funny faces! Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDslR-jfuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3bw6MacqJ6Q/s1600-h/CIMG4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932093347495650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDslR-jfuI/AAAAAAAAAc4/3bw6MacqJ6Q/s200/CIMG4550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And Jerica sneaked up on her in this pic...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsl28lkrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7X7mHZpQeFc/s1600-h/CIMG4564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932103271355058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsl28lkrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7X7mHZpQeFc/s200/CIMG4564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsmlwe2HI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J92Xx0gCKK8/s1600-h/CIMG4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932115837048946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsmlwe2HI/AAAAAAAAAdI/J92Xx0gCKK8/s200/CIMG4567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I Love This Picture!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsmjqwYlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qMlo9tGH8H0/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932115276161618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsmjqwYlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qMlo9tGH8H0/s200/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsm-YCUgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-ktlW7EQSPw/s1600-h/DSC01253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932122445402626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDsm-YCUgI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-ktlW7EQSPw/s200/DSC01253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtWIGw70I/AAAAAAAAAdg/PbC53V7ZUSQ/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932932511166274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtWIGw70I/AAAAAAAAAdg/PbC53V7ZUSQ/s200/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Perth has really nice blue skies cos they have few clouds to block the true blue, whereas in SG, it's humid and there're many clouds looming above...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtWdDW9rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/r7zePTNU41g/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932938134025906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtWdDW9rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/r7zePTNU41g/s200/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Climb until very happy, but tired too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtWqJgp4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/oklvnNtQlyk/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932941649487746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtWqJgp4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/oklvnNtQlyk/s200/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtXQ5FrKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/76SakFCuC_U/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932952049593506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtXQ5FrKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/76SakFCuC_U/s200/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtXZmXcBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/umTUs2fukKY/s1600-h/DSC01293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219932954386984978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtXZmXcBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/umTUs2fukKY/s200/DSC01293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDttwhA4CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8tQKAKh_ZE0/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219933338495672354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDttwhA4CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/8tQKAKh_ZE0/s200/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anw, today's adventures, together with the "ordeals" of being home alone when drey went to church practice, stuffs, made me ponder if i had been too sheltered back in SG. All along, i had thought i was one of the "rougher" kids on the block; that i was tougher than other "sheltered" kids who grew up with a silver spoon. Today's fears that i experienced made me understand that i have my own fears to overcome, and that i am afterall, still very much not-independent enough to takkire of myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the problem that lies with SG'rean kids.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially kids who spend their lives blindly following their parents' instructions, not knowing when to make decisions for themselves, not knowing how to protect themselves, being scared of bangs, etc? I didn't know if i had been paranoid, but i remember being really scared all alone at home when drey went off for her practice. She is so independent! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i can see that studying in UWA has really trained her to be a strong lady - she's impressively independent and brave! She plans her daily budget, time to work, time to wake up, etc... And she drives and she reads the map well... Most importantly, she misses home, but she is brave and strong enough to spur on in her studies away from Home! WOAH! Really, it ain't easy. I may be in University too, but if you would put me away from home, i think i will just die. I am that dependent (emotionally and financially maybe?) on my family. So to all students who are studying away from home, i seriously salute you (Shuwen, you're included here!), cos it really isn't easy!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Drey: I'm proud of you, and i know you are of yourself, too! =)))&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219933346704076178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDtuPGDLZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/OtCH5tew09Q/s200/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soul meets soul on lover's lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-5588400029626150721?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5588400029626150721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5588400029626150721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5588400029626150721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5588400029626150721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/perth-6th-july.html' title='Perth - 6th July'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDmqpGyTvI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LQqMhqxu14Y/s72-c/DSC01194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-6490286400260777255</id><published>2008-07-06T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:13:46.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth - 5th Jul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight of the day was at City of Perth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went to the city for some shopping - it's when the mood for shopping really kicks in... Most of my time was spent shopping around for souvenirs to see which to get for who... Haaa. Largely cos i had thought that I would buy anything which are sold in both countries from SG instead, since it will likely be cheaper in SG. Haa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Day started out nice and bright - no rain to affect our plans. Whee! =))) As parking in city would be expensive, we took a bus down instead! And without concession, i was charged the adult fare of AUD2.30. Their Transperth Bus Service was very much like the SMRT types we have in SG. Even the sound they made when moving were so alike. But, those in Perth run on natural gas, while those in SG are probably more pollutive. Haa. Bad bad bad. Ok, so probably tht explains why i had to pay so much for transport. A pity we didn't manage to catch the trains though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDebBfVdGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qzXEEgzWaio/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219916523960104034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDebBfVdGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qzXEEgzWaio/s200/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDeba7HREI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3KgLbd1tIg0/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219916530787501122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDeba7HREI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/3KgLbd1tIg0/s200/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drey all decked out in her rainboots cos it was expected to rain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDebbCjSmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5S_-T2nmjO0/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219916530818697826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDebbCjSmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/5S_-T2nmjO0/s200/DSC01097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;And this is London Court... Located in City of Perth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDebm-m3-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-ZiqoHkzlU8/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219916534023380962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDebm-m3-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/-ZiqoHkzlU8/s200/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDeb3Xqb-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/ylmeM-_4rcM/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219916538423439330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDeb3Xqb-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/ylmeM-_4rcM/s200/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMMH7XTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wt-rXEcYgqM/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921766674816306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMMH7XTI/AAAAAAAAAZw/wt-rXEcYgqM/s200/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drey loves standing on the left. For once, i'm on the left. Hee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMdy347I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3Vy99nfsDvI/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921771418346418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMdy347I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3Vy99nfsDvI/s200/DSC01126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love this pic quite alot. Smug look. =PPP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMfx80MI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sgiuzV5B7Zk/s1600-h/DSC01128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921771951345858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMfx80MI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sgiuzV5B7Zk/s200/DSC01128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Gleeful Jerica jumping around in the City!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And i bet other shoppers must be wondering what i was doing?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMm2REEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/b3jh7q7_7js/s1600-h/DSC01135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921773848498242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMm2REEI/AAAAAAAAAaI/b3jh7q7_7js/s200/DSC01135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And they have water coolers around for thirsty shoppers! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't they have such in S'pore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMmttauI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zkqwaad6BrA/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219921773812607714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjMmttauI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zkqwaad6BrA/s200/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The stuffs in their hand is actually Roc Candy, well-known as a souvenir in Australia. Very amazing how soft and manoeuvrable it was before it turned hard as rock. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjr_Ww86I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ugAK9JJlgnE/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922313003201442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjr_Ww86I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ugAK9JJlgnE/s200/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had Lunner (Lunch/ Dinner) at this Jap Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsAitM8I/AAAAAAAAAag/LyNtCJUxnBA/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922313321722818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsAitM8I/AAAAAAAAAag/LyNtCJUxnBA/s200/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsTqLHUI/AAAAAAAAAao/GeOM-e3gTmA/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922318453316930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsTqLHUI/AAAAAAAAAao/GeOM-e3gTmA/s200/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsdztLgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Bd7l5QjRLPo/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922321177652738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsdztLgI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Bd7l5QjRLPo/s200/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsup5EAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QWweh74vWQ0/s1600-h/DSC011232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219922325699891202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDjsup5EAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QWweh74vWQ0/s200/DSC011232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ending off with this Favourite pic of the day, taken by Drey! =)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Tomorrow... it's church with drey on sunday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-6490286400260777255?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6490286400260777255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=6490286400260777255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6490286400260777255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6490286400260777255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/perth-5th-jul.html' title='Perth - 5th Jul'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SHDebBfVdGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/qzXEEgzWaio/s72-c/DSC01158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2593445323619660256</id><published>2008-07-05T01:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:26:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth - 4th Jul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's itinerary was pretty much of a shopping trip! Hohoho. Drey drove to fetch Steve, her housemate's bf b4 we went shopping together! Such trips are usually safer with a guy around? And partly cos drey didn't want him to be left alone, now that his gf has gone bk to SG. So we set off at ard 12+ i gather? We're kinda starting the day later and later! That's probably how holidays should be - Free and Easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5bsQ69DtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NMxNX7mPa00/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219209834183593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5bsQ69DtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NMxNX7mPa00/s200/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;With drey in the car! She's quite a good driver - hit kerbs lyk 3 or 4 times. Heh (Don't kill me when u see this!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219209842402053586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5bsviYzdI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BftqIvGj8N4/s200/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Along the way, we spotted a rainbow, since it had rained previously. And it's lovely! Never had i seen a rainbow b4! Haaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5bsvNu1fI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ibwoovnxG68/s1600-h/DSC01007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219209842315417074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5bsvNu1fI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ibwoovnxG68/s200/DSC01007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; So we're heading off to... Fremantle Markets. It's kinda lyk our wet markets in SG. Just that they aren't wet! Oh. it's kinda lyk Bugis St.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5btEEKH_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/qbbaZJRmFbw/s1600-h/CIMG4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219209847912407026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5btEEKH_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/qbbaZJRmFbw/s200/CIMG4415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audrey suggested taking pictures against the brick wall. And tadah! We posed emo. I love this pic alot! The contrast of the colours. Hees. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5btjlxg3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/9P1oyXPtxSs/s1600-h/CIMG4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219209856374899570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5btjlxg3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/9P1oyXPtxSs/s200/CIMG4423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerica at Fremantle! Right after taking this pic, a looney came up to me and asked "Shall we take pics tgt?" Audrey walked away and i followed suit. Haa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5cZxaJf8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/A9k9dGOiHnQ/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219210615998480322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5cZxaJf8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/A9k9dGOiHnQ/s200/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Their arts on display. Very nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5caR9HvhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_zh7aIXRZB0/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219210624735100434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5caR9HvhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_zh7aIXRZB0/s200/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;We had ice cream at Amano! Ice cream in the winter. haaa. Drey had a flavour which tasted lyk Ferrero Rocher, while i had mango and passionfruit sorbet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5cas8L-SI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1nzI9V95Ado/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219210631978940706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5cas8L-SI/AAAAAAAAAW4/1nzI9V95Ado/s200/DSC01001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Fremantle has a tram tour for tourists i think? Pretty cute i thought, so i took a snap of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5cas8dCLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ux-BHtcB124/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219210631980058802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5cas8dCLI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Ux-BHtcB124/s200/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's me in the foreground! Can you spot me?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5caz901VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Qh09yOYgkDc/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219210633864861010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5caz901VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Qh09yOYgkDc/s200/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Still eating - ain't easy finising 2 scoops, moreover it's winter! hahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fWj5XyoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PsIdcf-XlM0/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219213859366619778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fWj5XyoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/PsIdcf-XlM0/s200/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;This is their marine house which is near to The Esplanade. =)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fW85KR1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/5qPDk_puBdE/s1600-h/CIMG4448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219213866076620626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fW85KR1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/5qPDk_puBdE/s200/CIMG4448.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drey with her purchases! It's vey much lyk plastic free? So they use paper bags. And they tear easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fW9GUFiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2rL9b9OTRGc/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219213866131789346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fW9GUFiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2rL9b9OTRGc/s200/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Some cathedral that i captured along the way in the car... I love such Victorian Age feel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fXMSYAmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OgpVdQb0fhg/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219213870208909922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fXMSYAmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/OgpVdQb0fhg/s200/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And this is a house near the esplanade... Nice except for the sky being greyish (and not blue!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fXBwgBSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2rem8gXN6zw/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219213867382474018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5fXBwgBSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/2rem8gXN6zw/s200/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We left for Cottesloe Beach after Fremantle (aka Freo) and goodness!!! The beach was a lovely sight! The sun's rays were blinding, but they added a magical touch to my trip!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gamrsYdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/o_ISWJFnnm0/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219215028345659858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gamrsYdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/o_ISWJFnnm0/s200/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here's a house by the beach. Majestic isn't it? (Oh wait. i'm not sure if it's a house, either)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5ga0Q63MI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nOZ-MZHKhgw/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219215031991459010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5ga0Q63MI/AAAAAAAAAYA/nOZ-MZHKhgw/s200/DSC01032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the forces of nature meet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gaxdCnKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kv7VjNKJxSA/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219215031236992162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gaxdCnKI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kv7VjNKJxSA/s200/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love beaches and sun! Not those in SG though. Haa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gbfIfnkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MpYXG1hvFRE/s1600-h/CIMG4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219215043498843714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gbfIfnkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MpYXG1hvFRE/s200/CIMG4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeri touched the waters; how could i miss this out! Haas. and not forgetting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gbrqxJsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6QQqy27I-wM/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219215046863824578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5gbrqxJsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6QQqy27I-wM/s200/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My masterpiece using the strength from my index finger =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nono, it's not a spelling error. It's "Jerico". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5hd1klWFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-8_aMaJVjQQ/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216183393605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5hd1klWFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-8_aMaJVjQQ/s200/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; See how the breeze blows!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5hePD8RQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kQiSr_KruIQ/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216190236017922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5hePD8RQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kQiSr_KruIQ/s200/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; And see how the breeze messed up my hair! Hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5heY5olwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-yfed2JpH44/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216192877139714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5heY5olwI/AAAAAAAAAYw/-yfed2JpH44/s200/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Love this zi-lian shot too! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5heihIA9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/85fil9YCYJA/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216195458696146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5heihIA9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/85fil9YCYJA/s200/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The hues of blues and greens are really a good combination!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5hetfQdJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mqrH0GGa2FI/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219216198403650706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5hetfQdJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mqrH0GGa2FI/s200/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Credits to Kareen's Sony Cyber Shot camera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haa. Owe you one. LOL.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And we ended off the day at around 4-ish? Was supposed to attend church with drey, but ting ting told me she would be going to my house and this would be a perfect opportunity to webcam! Hahahas. I brought them around the (drey's) house which they rented for AUD300 per week (Super ex) and i knew my mum would be laughing at me! Hahaha. Mama asked if i had enough to spend and of cos i said no. which is veritably true. Cos things in Perth (and other places too i'm sure) are super expensive. Their loaf of bread in SG = $1. Perth? it's AUD3.60. I know, cos we did grocery shopping first day, first thing after i touched down on Tue. Haaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anw, shopping trip at Freo was a memorable one, and a satisfactory one too! Cos i managed to get more souvenirs! Hahaha. And much of my money was spent on souvenirs, transport (petrol) and food! Haaa. I didn't expect myself to spend so much eh. But yeah, Perth is expensive place to shop in. So i'm so looking forward to shopping back in SG! Hohoho. Anwbody wants me to get anything from DFS? Let me know soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2593445323619660256?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2593445323619660256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2593445323619660256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2593445323619660256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2593445323619660256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/perth-4th-jul.html' title='Perth - 4th Jul'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5bsQ69DtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/NMxNX7mPa00/s72-c/DSC00937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5418347967438004610</id><published>2008-07-03T23:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:44:10.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth - 3rd Jul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to AQWA (Aquarium of Western Australia) this morning with one of drey's fren as well, Nathalia, who's a Brazilian and gosh, she's really tall at 1.8m! Pleasant personality and pretty outgoing. Hees. ANW, i felt that the visit wasn't worth the ticket price of AUD26; not sure if it's cos i had just went to Sentosa's underwater world, or if it's cos there were super limited species there? (Nath and drey had commented that they felt other aqariums will easily be way better than AQWA). After Nath had lunch at DOME, we were shopping around at Hillary's Boat Harbour. Bought a Gallaz shoe at one of the surf shops! Hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vb1g8RNI/AAAAAAAAATw/aI_JeeQCZoU/s1600-h/CIMG4259+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219161173437203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vb1g8RNI/AAAAAAAAATw/aI_JeeQCZoU/s200/CIMG4259+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here's Nathalia the Brazilian!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vcfKumSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N2V8XwJCp3I/s1600-h/CIMG4267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219161184618322210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vcfKumSI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N2V8XwJCp3I/s200/CIMG4267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a stingray! Looks pretty happy isn't it? Cute cute.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vcmjr-yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MaCdb7p4CfU/s1600-h/CIMG4276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219161186602056482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vcmjr-yI/AAAAAAAAAUA/MaCdb7p4CfU/s200/CIMG4276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sharky!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vcp9sQ_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/O33J8GjWpkg/s1600-h/CIMG4286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219161187516433394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vcp9sQ_I/AAAAAAAAAUI/O33J8GjWpkg/s200/CIMG4286.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a moon jelly. potentially could kill its victims within minutes. or may not harm at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vdPgP91I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J9NdXgrRZxg/s1600-h/CIMG4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219161197593491282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vdPgP91I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/J9NdXgrRZxg/s200/CIMG4345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one of the seals on performance there. Cutesy! hahahas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42skEudAI/AAAAAAAAAUw/iIQppKGkmlI/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42s11hOtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/REsY8adyKOY/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219169162162682578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42s11hOtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/REsY8adyKOY/s200/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; From AQWA. Overlooking the sea. Breath-taking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219182977191530306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DQ-1ET0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/IGFsRNOSpS8/s200/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ding dong shots with Drey. Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42raDhUuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_33B6wLqn-c/s1600-h/CIMG4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219169137525347042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42raDhUuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_33B6wLqn-c/s200/CIMG4393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Shots at Hillarys Boat Harbour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42sG13sgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PIrShExOaE0/s1600-h/CIMG4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219169149547688450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42sG13sgI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PIrShExOaE0/s200/CIMG4397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wheeeeee~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219183711822761666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5D7vizTsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/rOVFFTuOK4Y/s200/DSC01730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's where the ships dock at!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DRDYivcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/12xMdpJqiao/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219182978414067138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DRDYivcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/12xMdpJqiao/s200/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they have such lovely houses by the sea! OMG.... Imagine you're staying in one of these???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/br&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Scarborough Beach and took a number of lovely pictures of the beach... Goodness their beaches are really nice. Clear waters and lovely sea breezes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DRTIT63I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UvoYql7BeTA/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219182982640954226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DRTIT63I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/UvoYql7BeTA/s200/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their playgrounds by the sea! And the sun's embrace... &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DRrpITbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LkRYm0rnjrk/s1600-h/DSC01712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219182989221055922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DRrpITbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/LkRYm0rnjrk/s200/DSC01712.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The long winding roads... but lovely sight! &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219182981970746802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5DRQohXbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/MSTf29A9Wzs/s200/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerica and Audrey!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42sepUdDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5fsfiXMOO1U/s1600-h/CIMG4407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219169155937498162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG42sepUdDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/5fsfiXMOO1U/s200/CIMG4407.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The friendship forges on strong!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner was done by drey tonight. honey chicken breast meat, chicken nugets and spaghetti with white sauce. Yummy!!! Awww i'm kinda hungry now. Gosh.... After dinner, we headed to Garden City for some shopping! Was a K Mart browsing through their shelves and walking their alleys when i spotted a guy stealing some candies? WTH. Oh yeah, maybe stuffs in Australia are really too ex, thus the stealing. And oh my, the news had reported break-ins this morning as well... Bought some candies (gummies) to be brought back to SG! Hohoho. Yummy yum yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5D7hkgJTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/D5ym1J-BUAI/s1600-h/DSC01737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219183708071798066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5D7hkgJTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/D5ym1J-BUAI/s200/DSC01737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;At Garden City with Drey!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5D7v8xnUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PVQEmN9E34I/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219183711931702594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG5D7v8xnUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/PVQEmN9E34I/s200/DSC01739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy drey pumping petrol. Expensive! Paid $30+ each. Haa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's Freo - Fremantle tomorrow! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Feeling super lovesick and homesick now. Was on the phone with darico but the line got cut off. OUCH. Why so liddat...! Mmm, but I will enjoy the remaining days nevertheless, cos i know Drey's gonna take great care of me and i know everyone bk in SG will wan me to enjoy and have lotsa fun too!!! =)))&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/6265435853425907304-5418347967438004610?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5418347967438004610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5418347967438004610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5418347967438004610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5418347967438004610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/perth-3rd-jul.html' title='Perth - 3rd Jul'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SG4vb1g8RNI/AAAAAAAAATw/aI_JeeQCZoU/s72-c/CIMG4259+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4756880064529232445</id><published>2008-07-02T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:48:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth - 2nd July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got up at 9-ish and went to make breakfast for Drey! Hohoho. So fun... After washing up (and trying hard not to die from the freezing water), I went to change for the day and did breakfast. Heh. Like a wifey! lols. Yeah, all these, while drey was still in bed. I'm think i'm such a good wife. Tsk tsk. Haa! We had french toast, hams and cheeses, bread and milk, from the grocery shopping we did yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Set off to Caversham Wildlife Park (CWP) near Swan Valley at aroud 10+, which was some 1 hour drive from Drey's house along Stirling Highway... Took some seriously nice pictures thoughout the day of the fantastic scenary they have in Perth!! Awwww. Their slow pace of life, their farms/ wineries as ways of livelihood after retirement, etc... I'm feeling so reluctant to come back to SG... =xXxX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRG1HWpXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f7D5jKCew0c/s1600-h/CIMG4076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424139762017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRG1HWpXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f7D5jKCew0c/s200/CIMG4076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRHHwbP8I/AAAAAAAAASA/LgyT8wPmt60/s1600-h/CIMG4250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424144766123970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRHHwbP8I/AAAAAAAAASA/LgyT8wPmt60/s200/CIMG4250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kangeroos-feeding and touching Koala bears were the highlights at the park! Hohoho. And we went to Molly's farm, attended their farm show and spotted many fascinating animals! In particular, this funny donkey was super greedy but super stupid. Oops. =PPP Very cute cos we tried fooling it by acting as though we were about to feed it, and it got fooled as it opened its mouth. Funny part wsn't the fooling part. The funny part was the donkey's "expression"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIkeeL5r43c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIkeeL5r43c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes! Some pictures taken throughout the trip to CWP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRHnwj2aI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jMtuAH5ieA/s1600-h/CIMG4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424153356622242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRHnwj2aI/AAAAAAAAASI/2jMtuAH5ieA/s200/CIMG4097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRIPZYCBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ocrJyZyf7N0/s1600-h/CIMG4121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424163996796946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRIPZYCBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ocrJyZyf7N0/s200/CIMG4121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; So cute... So tame! Kangeroos there were pretty smart... They will hold onto your hands so that you can't escape! Hahah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRMXKTCgI/AAAAAAAAASY/RkXqj7dQeK4/s1600-h/CIMG4144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218424234800515586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRMXKTCgI/AAAAAAAAASY/RkXqj7dQeK4/s200/CIMG4144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug5hG8NGI/AAAAAAAAASg/rvvgdkroNAk/s1600-h/CIMG4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441503239320674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug5hG8NGI/AAAAAAAAASg/rvvgdkroNAk/s200/CIMG4150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug6SCIl8I/AAAAAAAAASo/tYLw46teO18/s1600-h/CIMG4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441516372498370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug6SCIl8I/AAAAAAAAASo/tYLw46teO18/s200/CIMG4176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a super horny kangeroo - looking for mates! But got rejected. kinda hilarious! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch was at the Village Cafe where I had home-baked Lasagne (not really nice) with chips and salad. Drey had their fish burger which i thought looked way better than mine. Haa! But nevertheless, I more-or-less finished mine, with only a little left over. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Set off to Margaret River Chocolate Factory/ Company next and i spent half a hundred there! Free-tasting was the main highlight there. And they have a see-through glass window to observe how their chocolates are made. Yummy yummy! *slurps*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441530638046002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug7HLTkzI/AAAAAAAAASw/1Mx3nVOdwLs/s200/CIMG4253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441541484517346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug7vlTl-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nS8PAiO9kIg/s200/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had intended to go to Oggies Ice Cream cafe (yeah, despite the winter season), but somehow we didn't manage to find it, so we went to some winery and honey shops along the way! Hohoho. Especially love the scenary taken there... How i wish SG had such lovely sights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhWHqKfVI/AAAAAAAAATI/D47jtHmsjIk/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441994623941970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhWHqKfVI/AAAAAAAAATI/D47jtHmsjIk/s200/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drey and Jeri at the winery!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218442010227631650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhXByX5iI/AAAAAAAAATo/-JC9TovGcDA/s200/DSC01705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug7zQbhSI/AAAAAAAAATA/7IF615j--QU/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441542470698274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGug7zQbhSI/AAAAAAAAATA/7IF615j--QU/s200/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how life should be baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhWU6PDpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aLWwScCcsLw/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218441998181011090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhWU6PDpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/aLWwScCcsLw/s200/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhWh2bYrI/AAAAAAAAATY/RQ9bgRZDdyo/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218442001654702770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhWh2bYrI/AAAAAAAAATY/RQ9bgRZDdyo/s200/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhW3qLukI/AAAAAAAAATg/ER709fJsAQk/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218442007508924994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuhW3qLukI/AAAAAAAAATg/ER709fJsAQk/s200/DSC01616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The sun's embrace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After some snaps, we proceeded to Northbridge for bubble tea! Hohoho. And Drey told me that Northbridge was where many asians gathered/ hung out. Haa. Shop owner was a chinese too. I had Strawberry Yakult Sorbet, while drey had Jasmine Milk Tea ($3.80 and $3.50 respectively). While ordering, drey kept a constant lookout... cos she didn't pay for parking! hahahah. Oh yeah, along the way when i was taking 40 winks, dey the super zai driver hit the kerbs... TWICE! hahahas. almost to protest that she had to drive while i could sleep? LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back home (it was already dark like 8pm in SG by 5.45pm in Perth) and made dinner! was a last minute decision, since both of us had been quite full after the bubble tea. Drey made honey chicken wings! Yummy yum yum! Haaa. So my breakfast for her this morning was worth it! Hehs. Oh and i made soup. Haha! Brocolli with Chicken Mushroom Soup! =) And i did the washing of dishes, much to drey's delight. Haaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That pretty much sums up my 2nd day in Perth... Shall blog again tmr hopefully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4756880064529232445?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4756880064529232445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4756880064529232445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4756880064529232445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4756880064529232445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/perth-2nd-july.html' title='Perth - 2nd July'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGuRG1HWpXI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f7D5jKCew0c/s72-c/CIMG4076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8935308938771596647</id><published>2008-07-01T21:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:27:42.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perth - 1st July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm finally safely on the grounds of Perth! hohoho. All thanks to Drey, the day went by pretty smooth, and thanks to dearico's jacket! hahaha. feels especially warm when i'm in it. Hohoho. First time flying, first time in Perth, first time to catch up and bunk in with Drey after lyk so many years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realised that she has been so in love with God and His presence... And glad she has such a devoted direction in her life. Good! Keep it up!!! =) Yah, speaking of which, we will be attending church together on Fri and Sun. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Called home and mum's cell phone just now after the SUPER COLD SHOWER, followed by Rico's cellphone. nope, much to my disappointment, none of these calls got picked up! Argh... I was so sad I almost cried. Haaa. But Drey reassured me that Mum hadn't expected the call so she didn't hear my call, and rico was busy in camp... Awww. Anw, i persisted and subsequently, i managed to hear their voices, finally! So happy. Whee!!! Updated Rico about what happened, how darkness fell so super early (it was totally dark lyk singapore's 8pm by 6.30om here in Perth), while mum asked me to hang up after a while, "Expensive!", she said. Haaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently Jerica is too smart that she overlooked the fact that she had to activate her auto roaming??? Alamak. So it happens that she can't receive any messages! No network found! Sad, sadded, sadded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***Sitting in front of the heater as she tries to figure out what next to do...*** How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now... Let's recall what happened thorughout the day!!! Hohoho. Whole day of exhilaration and fun! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCRw3KpI/AAAAAAAAARI/2FbNcwNJeCk/s1600-h/DSC01596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063421739051666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCRw3KpI/AAAAAAAAARI/2FbNcwNJeCk/s200/DSC01596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeri on the plane. Window seat! Whee Hee Hee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCQ4xZ0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/DTb9BNwvMQk/s1600-h/DSC01603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063421503792962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCQ4xZ0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/DTb9BNwvMQk/s200/DSC01603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how nucleated SG is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCisgSyI/AAAAAAAAARY/37s1cRagBGI/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063426284178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCisgSyI/AAAAAAAAARY/37s1cRagBGI/s200/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My meal onboard. with Fish and potato salad and bun and... Magnum Ice cream and Cadbury chocs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJChJKYVI/AAAAAAAAARg/itGDcQIpi5A/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063425867506002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJChJKYVI/AAAAAAAAARg/itGDcQIpi5A/s200/DSC01616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely hues of Blues... Bring me up and fly! hees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after what seemed like ages...... Jerica finally reached Perth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo8yfQhJVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qKGu6z_-Yu8/s1600-h/CIMG4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218049956344046930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo8yfQhJVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qKGu6z_-Yu8/s200/CIMG4025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Perth Airport! =))) Super excited to see her all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpKmOu21gI/AAAAAAAAARo/auFzwWeCmbw/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218065138912253442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpKmOu21gI/AAAAAAAAARo/auFzwWeCmbw/s200/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping for groceries at e local supermarket =))) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo8zNx5tkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/H5S2FeMZD-8/s1600-h/CIMG4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218049968832099906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo8zNx5tkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/H5S2FeMZD-8/s200/CIMG4027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing as a passenger. And a guy opposite the street imitated me. WTH =.="&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo8zrBOEZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Je0gj7tbaGM/s1600-h/CIMG4029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218049976680976786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo8zrBOEZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Je0gj7tbaGM/s200/CIMG4029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aboard the bus from Drey's place to the Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo80Ica2QI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YtoS68egItc/s1600-h/CIMG4032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218049984579688706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo80Ica2QI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YtoS68egItc/s200/CIMG4032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before boarding the ferry at Barrack St Jetty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_HFVM_YI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZxjfsHO3Pb8/s1600-h/CIMG4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052509184884098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_HFVM_YI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZxjfsHO3Pb8/s200/CIMG4034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the Swan River! LOVELY SIGHT TO BEHOLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_H-PoYpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_qk6LdDoqUw/s1600-h/CIMG4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052524462334610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_H-PoYpI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_qk6LdDoqUw/s200/CIMG4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the ferry cruising across Swan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_IGO21DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-ooIsP7oF4c/s1600-h/CIMG4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052526606570546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_IGO21DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/-ooIsP7oF4c/s200/CIMG4045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for Drey's friend along Mends St&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_IgVyLpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/LibK5dwWvkw/s1600-h/CIMG4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052533614947986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_IgVyLpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/LibK5dwWvkw/s200/CIMG4046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harloe Perth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_I65G-iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lhjJNWHQN6s/s1600-h/CIMG4047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218052540742433314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGo_I65G-iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lhjJNWHQN6s/s200/CIMG4047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute ryte. Hehs. =PPP &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDNtDimmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yIdkCRYYYLc/s1600-h/CIMG4056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057020973947490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDNtDimmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yIdkCRYYYLc/s200/CIMG4056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super lovely scenary and imagine your house overlooks such a wonderful scenary?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDIfMYXEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/j-nGgKpBbSg/s1600-h/CIMG4052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056931353582658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDIfMYXEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/j-nGgKpBbSg/s200/CIMG4052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDLCRMMtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MGchCNXuWm4/s1600-h/CIMG4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218056975128736466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDLCRMMtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/MGchCNXuWm4/s200/CIMG4054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpKmSodaJI/AAAAAAAAARw/17wcYGEzP94/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218065139959163026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpKmSodaJI/AAAAAAAAARw/17wcYGEzP94/s200/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner's ready! Oh yes, that's sparkling juice btw... haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDOD3VSbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ETXfb0l_5uw/s1600-h/CIMG4065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218057027096758706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpDOD3VSbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ETXfb0l_5uw/s200/CIMG4065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers! Living life of a Perthite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCOC7eMI/AAAAAAAAARA/xpuNTI1tBYM/s1600-h/CIMG4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063420741089474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCOC7eMI/AAAAAAAAARA/xpuNTI1tBYM/s200/CIMG4066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Yicheng the cook and the person staying in the lovely apartment! Haa. Thanks for playing host!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok! so this is all for now....! Congrts to Dearico btw for obtaining excellent results in ur test! Hees. But don't you be complacent ok. Hehs. And thanks for sending me a lovely good night message... to Audrey's phone! hahahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Audrey! Thanks for planning everything too! Wonderful tour guide u know? Hees. Ok! Time to turn in! Hohoho!!! More to come our way! =PPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8935308938771596647?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8935308938771596647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8935308938771596647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8935308938771596647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8935308938771596647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/perth-1st-july.html' title='Perth - 1st July'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGpJCRw3KpI/AAAAAAAAARI/2FbNcwNJeCk/s72-c/DSC01596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-3712836469554700286</id><published>2008-07-01T07:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:57:26.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Whee hee hee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up at 5am just now... It's amazing that i didn't really wanted to sleep; I couldn't wait to take flight to Perth! Hohoho. Currently blogging using the free internet access at Changi Airport, and am feeling bouts and bouts of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;euphoria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna have fun in Perth! Meeting up with my bestie from secondary school! Haaaaaa. Audrey Audrey, here comes Jeri! Hohoho. Bet she's sleeping still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was given a window seat. Boarding gate at C23, seat 41K! Hehs. Reaching Perth at 1410h. Blog more people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Miss you! You you you and absolut-ly you! =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-3712836469554700286?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3712836469554700286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=3712836469554700286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3712836469554700286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3712836469554700286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/07/whee-hee-hee.html' title='Whee hee hee!!!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7168011636711661321</id><published>2008-06-30T11:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:15:44.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>In The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chanced upon a nice song that reflects my feelings for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these precious moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;must be a gift from heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's holding me all night&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know how i found you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm thankful that i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that i have a love so true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hold, to keep, to share&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* In my heart i can no longer hold inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of the love i used to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll always be with you until the very end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in this world there is no place i'd rather be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are my life, my soul, my girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and through it all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you've come to see that you're the one till the end&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All my friend around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say you'd be gone too soon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby i'm gonna make them see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we've found our way back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7168011636711661321?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7168011636711661321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7168011636711661321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7168011636711661321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7168011636711661321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-end.html' title='In The End'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-3022132870602263567</id><published>2008-06-25T16:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:54:53.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>It's time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh! So many things, so little time. So much to blog about! Hohoho. Let the pictures tell the words...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fridy was my last day at ICG... Hip hip hooray!!! Muahahahas. Went to Toucan Irish Bar/ Pub for lunch with my HR Mgr and Chiok! One of my best frens from NTU whom i recommended to replace me... Yummy Fish and Chips I say! And it's amazing that I didn't get any sore throats despite having had so many fried food recently. Hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsFVroXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2Z5rvmEFjFQ/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739772377211250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsFVroXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2Z5rvmEFjFQ/s320/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nice ambience with great temperatures for warm afternoons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739775796794018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsSE-UqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LedcKq4P_hU/s320/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their super large serving (Beer Battered) Fish and Chips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsly7jgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BDwYBn3DKQA/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739781089824258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsly7jgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BDwYBn3DKQA/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evelyn the new HR Mgr and Jerica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsnbkXYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sjjQZytTbIk/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739781528706434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsnbkXYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sjjQZytTbIk/s320/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to be funny. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chiok loves the push cart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsvm7NlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dfBMDM6DOFU/s1600-h/DSC01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739783723824722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsvm7NlI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dfBMDM6DOFU/s320/DSC01361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tadah! Here's Jeri with Chiok the pretty ballerina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215742155661766018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIJ2zw_7YI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9H2sP9dtgUs/s320/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coloured this while bored at work... Hohoho! Happy Doraemon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Friday night was spent with Dearico! Went to get Tinggy's present for her big day! Had some stuffs in mind to get for her, but to our dismay, the stocks in Takashimaya were limited. But nevermind, cos dearie's artistic flair failed to rest and so, we decided to do up a little something for Tinggy instead. They dun sell it? We will make it! Hohoho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGA6Mv4OI/AAAAAAAAALo/ieGDMPX5W-w/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215737931140948194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGA6Mv4OI/AAAAAAAAALo/ieGDMPX5W-w/s320/DSC01375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And so, this is him at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*When guys are serious at work, they get all the more attractive!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215737936250050466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGBNO2l6I/AAAAAAAAALw/wq9IhpQDUMs/s320/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jerica decided to have a go at it too... And this was what turned out! =SSS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cute right. Haa. (I know it dusen look lyk My Melody at all, but i think it's cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rico felt that he could have done more, so he stayed up that night to do some super serious drawing of My Melody! A PITY WE FORGOT TO TAKE A SNAPSHOT OF IT! grrrr. Wasted. Darlie Tan felt it wasn't nice enuf, but i tot it was super nice!!! (Tinggy had commented, "Woah! You all printed it out???" when she saw the drawing.) *Awwww. All thanks to him for staying up to draw such a wonderful pic! Grrr. I felt so bad once again... =SSS The My Melody I drew turned out to be a bunny? Hehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With just a few hours of sleep, we met up at Harbourfont slightly earlier to touch up our masterpiece from last night! hohoho. Itinerary for the day was to celebrate Tinggy's birthday at &lt;strong&gt;Underwater world at Sentosa!&lt;/strong&gt; Whoots! After brunching at Subway (Turkey Ham with Parmesan Loaf and Honey Mustard Sauce, minus capsicum, olive and chillies), we made our way there! Took the Express Train down! Hahahas. &lt;strong&gt;Smart Jerica&lt;/strong&gt; showed them the way... not before we realised we had alighted like 2 tram stops before the actual stop. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215746821454303346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIOGZMoEHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/-Ps5VDbdm28/s320/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally we reached Underwater world! Air-conditioned and minus the heat, it was wonderful! Yes, Jerica loves being in aircon. Hahah. Unless she knows she's gonna sweat it out for good? Yupyup. Hohoho... Here are the pics! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGBEIVqTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GTMx8ElC3os/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215737933806807346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGBEIVqTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GTMx8ElC3os/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Ah Tan at Underwater World, Sentosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILw9HZkHI/AAAAAAAAANg/AIaOISpAUD8/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215744254115680370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILw9HZkHI/AAAAAAAAANg/AIaOISpAUD8/s320/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Took a sneak snap at my bro and Ting the birthday (on Mon) gurl! Hohoho. Shhh, they still dunno. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILxBY-VcI/AAAAAAAAANo/ua-oMCv-5ew/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215744255263135170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILxBY-VcI/AAAAAAAAANo/ua-oMCv-5ew/s320/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jeri and Tinggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILxHU1S-I/AAAAAAAAANw/fOgyhWLEoSg/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215744256856378338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILxHU1S-I/AAAAAAAAANw/fOgyhWLEoSg/s320/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ugly fishes, but something unique of its own species...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215742160268766930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIJ3E7ZLtI/AAAAAAAAANY/LYX7Pl5rn_A/s320/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jelly fish - Bloop Bloop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGBadj3KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ASz3AwhpbEw/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215737939801398434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGBadj3KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ASz3AwhpbEw/s320/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Making stupid faces. Hehe. &lt;strong&gt;My Forte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Went on to Dolphin Lagoon to watch the pinkies swim! Hees. Happy as can be... They were amazingly smart mammals who could clap, shake their heads and nod as well! CUTE I SAY! =)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-J4306I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rI8TOIaLOw4/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184285533819810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-J4306I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rI8TOIaLOw4/s320/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stealing kisses from her while on the beach tram. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-LcGKhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cYNE5mo5h1Q/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184285949995538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-LcGKhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cYNE5mo5h1Q/s320/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my bro and Tinggy! Norty gurl. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-Ws5giI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_O2mUj_u7I0/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184288973259298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-Ws5giI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_O2mUj_u7I0/s320/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"SMILE...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-ejg7SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dl5ye2hBFRk/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184291081383202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-ejg7SI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dl5ye2hBFRk/s320/DSC01188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All 4 of us acting fools in the souvenir shop... before we got told off for taking pics in the shop (which was forbidden, of course) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184294480180882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOb-rN2dpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Zlzt9SPFTUE/s320/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearico and Dearica! Muahahahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOmEBrrvqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eOW0dmBYLsA/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216195381526511266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOmEBrrvqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eOW0dmBYLsA/s320/DSC01190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My Monkey Brother*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOmEidyo5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/27IXUtAdFJc/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216195390326612882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGOmEidyo5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/27IXUtAdFJc/s320/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty gurl - norty gurl. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILxevBZuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LbG8n8qTCJw/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215744263140239074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILxevBZuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LbG8n8qTCJw/s320/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ben and Jerry after Sentosa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215744259978762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGILxS9RGjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5w5sqDqhDf8/s320/DSC01438.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes! Jeri and Tinggy again! It's like a new best friend found!!! Loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215737937675038834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIGBSimMHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/caKHVDHEZkk/s320/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And after dinner wimmy parents (Rico met them for the first time! Heh), we went to relive childhood - Arcade. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's Rico and Bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That night, Jerica amazed Tinggy with her Bishi Bashi skills. It's a game, with 3 buttons - Red, Green and Blue and players have to hit the buttons according to game instructions. HOHOHO! Amazing right. =P After arcade, next stop was dessert at Selegie Bean Curd along Upper Serangoon Road! Tinggy had Grass Jelly with Atap Seeds, Bro had bean curd with tang yuan, which was same as what Dearico had ordered, and Jerica had Grass Jelly with Sea Coconut! Super lovely. The cold dessert trickling down your throat... Yummy yummy! =)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After dessert, Tinggy invited Rico over to play monopoly! Hahhahs. I expected him to reject, since i thought he wudn't be interested. LOL. So in the end, we decided on a game of mahjong instead. Super idiot! Always hear him talking about mahjong with his friends; little did i know that he was such a pro! Tsk tsk. Hahah. I lost some $7+++? while he was the big winner that night. Haa. But I didn't hafta pay! Hehs. &lt;strong&gt;That's the advantage of playing with your dearie.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sunday morning... Received a call from Chun and i knew i was deadmeat then. Cos I was supposed to meet him at 6.45am at Sembawang for wakeboarding session cum shooting session with the rest of the Club! Hahaha. To think i was still lying on my bed when he called; damn hilarious i tell you. Cos I remember i was so lost that i was so blur and huang zhang. Anyways, cabbed down despite the rain (Wasted cos it was a super nice weather to sleep in! Imagine you could snuggle up beside someone you love?!?!?!? Argh.) and busted some good $16. Haa. Serves me right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wad a weather! Didn't enjoy myself out at sea and the waters were not optimal. Didn't do for long, but i managed to improve on my side slide... Plus, i was travelling at quite a speed at some point in time! Hahahas. Never felt that kind of exhilaration before. Super shiok. =PPP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After lunch with my wakeboarding team at Sun Plaza, i went to meet Mr Tan at AMK. Knowing that he had always been coughing, i bought Honey Aloe Vera (I don't think it helps, but i had hoped it helped. Hee hee. Hope.) Yummy! My personal favourite. Hahah. at least, my favourite drink from medical halls. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When i passed it to him, he said "Dear I don't drink herbal tea one eh..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Try! It's super nice!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed drinking it as much as i did! =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That day, we had a super important task... To buy an ice cream cake from Swensens for Tinggy! Hohoho. Yup. Plan was to surprise her at my house (she slept over)! So off we left, away from AMK and headed to Compasspoint, since the nearest Swensens outlet from my house was there... While waiting for bus 86 to come (my JC memories!), we cam-whored! Hohoho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIJ2wzHNtI/AAAAAAAAANA/3pM63GyMpEk/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215742154865325778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIJ2wzHNtI/AAAAAAAAANA/3pM63GyMpEk/s320/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy with you, always! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIJ3I5w_iI/AAAAAAAAANI/VWL5rR5PESA/s1600-h/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215742161335680546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIJ3I5w_iI/AAAAAAAAANI/VWL5rR5PESA/s320/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Hurh?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215742162294067346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIJ3MeQ0JI/AAAAAAAAANQ/yBCQZyZXpAM/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; T&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his has got to be the most hilarious of all. Hees. Trying to "electrocute" each other. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I turned on my voltage, he too. =PPP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On a sadder note, my uncle passed away on Saturday night. Was classified as unnatural death, but not sure how the investigations are going.... Shall blog more in another sitting cos I want to talk more about death, but i'm tired!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I did up a packing list for my Perth trip next week... Super excited! Realised to my horror that I had to apply for a Visa 2 weeks in advance before departure... But anw, i think this got settled after i applied for ETA online... *Phew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-3022132870602263567?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3022132870602263567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=3022132870602263567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3022132870602263567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3022132870602263567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SGIHsFVroXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/2Z5rvmEFjFQ/s72-c/DSC01372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-6753837028366256176</id><published>2008-06-17T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:32:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Times... Good Times... Happy Times</title><content type='html'>I think i'm a little mad at times... I do stupid things and make myself happy in the proces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupidly put Hospitality and Tourism Mgmt as my first choice and now having decided to go for Banking and Finance, I had to appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I succeeded. Hee. Hongli! Chiok! Let's plan our timetables together again!!!! muahahhas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this morning, I had been in a pretty good mood. Dolly the appeal-in-charge, dropped me a confirmation email to inform me that my appeal had been granted. WHEE HEE HEE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I did sufficiently well (barely scrapped past the cut off mark) in my Financial Management module to be considered for BAF. Give thanks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Hospi! Hi BAF! Little things that make me happy. elated. euphoric. whatever you call it. and yes, dearie tan says he's gonna &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;buy me a treat&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. WHEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier to know that we're meeting (initially had been tied down due to camps) and to countdown to Saturday... Muahahahs. December come quick! and my man will be a real man. ORD! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday shall be another happening day! Gonna celebrate Ting ting's bday wimmy bro and all 4 of us shall have fun! Saturday come, quick quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Missing you! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-6753837028366256176?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6753837028366256176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=6753837028366256176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6753837028366256176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6753837028366256176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/mad-times-good-times-happy-times.html' title='Mad Times... Good Times... Happy Times'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2871505706166921803</id><published>2008-06-16T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:37:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fri, Sat Sun: Jerica's version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 13 Jun 08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First cartoon/ animation (Kung fu Panda) shows watched in the cinemas - as far as i could remember, if you do not consider Enchanted to be an animation? Po was a fat and cuddly panda with saggy tummy that bounced as he walked. Cute! lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps it was the company that kept me rooted to my chair throughout the whole show. Haa. I'd still have preferred to watch thrillers, horrors, comedy, etc! =PPP The scarier, the better. That's Jerica for you. My mum had brought me up that way; i guess "this is why i'm weird (hot)". Bleahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was sleeping on bf's comfortable shoulder on the bus when suddenly i felt a tap on my shoulder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Meiqing!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 girls looked on from behind. My sec sch classmates! Goodness gracious. It was more of like, kind of paiseh. Haaa. Mr BF was super shy all of a sudden too. HAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Highlight of the day was the part when I made him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super shy&lt;/span&gt;, when we were nearing my stop. Muahahahahs. [You know, I know.] Black Friday wasn't all too bad for both of us i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 14 Jun 08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went Dbl O with Rico. He didn't want to go, but he had promised his friends that he would turn up, since he had been postponing from many weeks ago. I didn't know what he was exactly thinking, but I thought I'd say "let's go together!" Muahahahs. Remember the initial plan to club this week? I decided this week was the only week for me to club, since next weekend I would be away for NBS Seniors' camp, and the week following which (28 and 29th) was IVP - Inter Varsity Poly Wakeboarding Competition at Raffles Marina. And yes, the week after, I'd be feeding kangaroos and probably be busy snapping pictures of whatever things i see. =PPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dbl O wasn't too bad, but the temperature could be improved... Not much air there except at the staircase? Haaas. Oh yeah, before proper clubbing started, we had gone to Spize for dinner with my bestie Neer n her bf Ben! Hohoho. Because of what Jerica said to Ben the first time they met when he was still after Neer, Rico had to buy us dinner that night. HAAA. Thankkew ar! Hees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back at around 2 plus. Reached home i guess was 4? Idiot BF said i was high after drinking lychee martini; i'd say he didn't see me when i was &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;REALLY HIGH&lt;/span&gt;. And there's probably no chance for him to see that either, anyways. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday was the day i got my Sony Ericsson G900!!! Super happy with the deal i got. Usual selling price without plans was $700 plus! Hohoho. I'm proud to be an owner of the phone... Traded in my lousy old phone, K630i, after some consideration, while it was still in working condition. It's like WTH, i only used the phone for 3 months at the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SE G900 is love! Check out its functions - there's 5.0 Megapixel camera, good camera functions that include the super flash light (despite not being a cyber shot), etc, the good sound system and the nice touch screen! Plus! it's kinda flat too! hees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the phone has got its down sides too, of which i shall not mention. Why? Cos i'm too lazy. Need to finish up the blog to do some SUPER IMPORTANT stuff. Call Mr Tan the superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 15 Jun 08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went wakeboarding today... ! At sembawang Pirates. And i managed my first lip slide ever! It was more of like an accidental stunt pulled, as I remember i had been trying to cut the wave to edge out to the left. And I now remember the feeling of riding on the waves while pulling Lipslide was SHIOK. Fun! Haa. But before long, "PIARCK!" Jerica prata-ed. SUPER PAINFUL i tell u! I remember i was having a headache immediately after i "landed" face down onto the water surface. OUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Under Chun (Wakeboard President)'s constant encouragement and instructions, I tried again. Whee!!! This time i surfed the wakes, and managed to manoeuvre in and out of the wakes. Yippeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thought Mr Rico was angry wimme, cos I had hung up rather abruptly when my friends turned up and I didn't want to hold him on the line (He woke up to "accompany" me on the phone to Marina Square where I met my wakeboard friends to choose our competition apparels - Thank you that's very nice of you btw..). He didn't reply my messages!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until my phone rang, while i was in Chun's car, on the way to Suntec for the IT fair. Thanks Chun for the ride!!! Sorry that i hafta trouble you everytime (although i know there's a high possibility that you might not be reading this). Oh yeah, the phone rang and we realised that his phone was mad. Like my K630i. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Dearie, it's an indication for you to change your phone la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MUAHAHAHAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we went to the IT Fair together and dropped by at Ting's booth to say hi. She even suggested on asking me to play those games where u had to arrange the 9 tiles to form a proper picture from a scrambled piece? Decided not to in the end, cos so many people were watching! So stress! Haa. And yeah, we were meeting dearie's sbf (super best fren) Coreen. She bought a Sony VAIO! Pink somemore how nice la! Rich girl... Tsktsk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yup enjoyed myself thoroughly over the weekends, and yes! It's my last week at work at Integrated Communications Group!!! Hohoho. Time to train harder for IVP and get ready to feed kangaroos in July!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jerica! =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy happy mood. But i'm tired. Grrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2871505706166921803?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2871505706166921803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2871505706166921803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2871505706166921803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2871505706166921803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/fri-sat-sun-jericas-version.html' title='Fri, Sat Sun: Jerica&apos;s version'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8641130617513954463</id><published>2008-06-13T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:04:34.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jerica is super happy today!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Received an email from NBS informing her of the option to do double specialisation (double major)... YAY! Something she had wanted to do all along, ever since day 1... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;And yes, finally her dream came true! The going had been tough, for the option was only offered to students who have performed well in their first year of study... And she had mugged (even overnight with Ashley aka Laykoon), stopped clubbing (for almost 1 whole month!), subjected herself to strict regimen of revision (I say, it was REALLY strict), stopped shopping or even hanging out with her friends, to get the As she needed to pull up her GPA in order to do double majors... Her last sem was all Bs (B+s and Bs) - not enough to offer double specialisation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Xie Tian Xie Di, Xie Xie Ni, Xie Xie Wo. Muahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;So it all turned out that my hard work had paid off!!! Hope everything goes smooth for me! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;2nd specialisation is good. So many privileges! Not only can you diversify into more fields, you could also be given the priority to choose the modules you want to offer! Muahahahs. In such a case, I need not camp in front of the computer to play "fastest fingers" in the registration of modules. Muahahahahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;And yes, 2nd major also means you do not need to clear another 20 Academic Units (AUs) under General Electives, since clearing another Major will require you to clear all 20 of the Prescribed Electives under the Core Modules (compulsory modules, die die also cannot fail types)... Wheeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;But now, i'm stuck. Foolish me foolishly went to put Hospitality and Tourism Management (HTM) as my first choice of major, when what I decided I will take was Banking and Finance (BAF)! Grrrrrr. DIE. I hope and pray that my entry interview (for HTM) had been totally bad, such that I did not make the cut, and that I can be placed in my 2nd choice of major - BAF! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Oh no.... Spell "T.R.O.U.B.L.E" with me. =XXXxxxXXXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;And if I get get HTM as my 1st major, I MAY reject it, but may not necessarily get my 2nd choice of BAF as my 1st major (are you confused?); But in any case, if i really do get BAF as 1st major, I will most probably be going for Marketing as my 2nd major. Wheeeeee! But but but. Since HTM is only offered as a first major and is highly exclusive (with intake of only 40 students from previous batch), should I take HTM as 1st choice instead? Oh no! =SSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Dilemma... Either I choose:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st major - HTM, 2nd major - BAF, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st major - HTM, 2nd major - Marketing, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1st major - BAF, 2nd major - Marketing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Other options for 2nd major being:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Accountancy (I can't do accounting for others; I could barely account for myself!)&lt;br /&gt;- Business Law (I love to argue my way, but logical thinking??? Possible option...)&lt;br /&gt;- Human Resource Consulting (I'm currently working in HR and I think this sucks)&lt;br /&gt;- Information Technology (I'm IT nuts. Out for me)&lt;br /&gt;- Marketing (I love marketing! But this field of expertise is easily acquired... Need to complement something to raise my market value)&lt;br /&gt;- Economics (I am not eligible for this because I opted to exempt myself having attained minimum requirements)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Help, friends!!! =PSPSPSPSPSPSP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8641130617513954463?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8641130617513954463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8641130617513954463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8641130617513954463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8641130617513954463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoots.html' title='Whoots!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1060536657821436554</id><published>2008-06-12T22:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:58:20.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so loved! Sorry for being so mad.... I hope you guys share my joy too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Was out with Neer and Ben today! I had conveniently forgotten that my monthly cycle had proved to be an obstacle to wakebard, so had no choice but to skip training. OH NO! And yes, the competition is coming soon! 28th, 29th June 2008, at Raffles Marina Country Club (Oh it's not in Marina nor Raffles... it's in ... eh, Tuas. =S) Anyway, walked around and window-shopped about. Went to DFS and poump! Tiffany was the highlight of our shopping trip! ahahhas. Both Neer and I were so tempted to buy something from there! I think it's like every woman's wish to own something from there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on my physique; my wrist wasn't cut out for wearing bracelets. Their signature Tiffany bracelet didn't suit me! So I was browsing around for their necklaces... Saw this Tiffany pendant with their brand name imprinted (or carved, or what?) on it - was tempted to buy it, not because it was exactly that fantastically beautiful, but because i was tempted to get something from there. Haaa. Lucky thing was, I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay! Jerica didn't splurge unnecessarily! Hohoho. Proud of myself. Hees. The sales lady was sooooooooooo persuasive that she almost made Ben buy the bracelet for Neer! Gosh. Can u imagine? Bad Salesperson.... *Shakes head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, neer n ben had to leave for dinner at neer's cousin's house, so they left, while i continued shopping around the other boutiques in DFS. Saw this Burberry bag from Burberry (yes, Burb is love!) going at $600+, forgot the exact price, but i'm pretty much more convinced that DFS does sell their merchandise at a lower price, erms, other than Bottega Veneta? =) Had asked about their prices for handphone straps, lanyards... Handwoven lambskins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, after shopping, Rico came to find me; and we went to Bugis for their Minced Meat Mee! Wohoho - it was yummy!!! =))) At one point, the uncle said something like, "Xiao mei, ba mao!" (Girl, 80 cents) so I told him to take his pick, to pluck my hair - "Ba Mao"... HAHA! Lame. Hehs. Then the crazy uncle seemed so happy that he was kinda announcing to the whole eatery that I allowed him to pluck my hair? OMGoodness. Why he so liddat?!?!?! Aiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i remember he was saying, "Later your bf beat me up ar! Must ask your bf for permission first!" And he burst into laughter. Like a cracked nut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerica didn't know she could make an uncle so excited. MAD GUY. hahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Darlie brought me for desserts after our dinner. Mango Sago! Lovely dessert, as sweet as him! Hees. While he was queuing for the order, I couldn't help but wonder... Will guys still be this nice after marriage? I often see wives buying food for their family. The husbands no longer do it... How sad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pushes that thought aside* Anyway, here're the pics we took together! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9eNICJBI/AAAAAAAAALA/FDfSdPQhbOU/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013832973100050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9eNICJBI/AAAAAAAAALA/FDfSdPQhbOU/s320/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mango Sago! Yummy yummy yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Slurps slurps* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9eq5n8KI/AAAAAAAAALI/aBNgRgBp8kA/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013840965726370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9eq5n8KI/AAAAAAAAALI/aBNgRgBp8kA/s320/DSC01272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Why you take my photo...!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Jerica chuckles. Hiak Hiak...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9fDqYR-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/_OpXWYn-z4I/s1600-h/DSC01279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013847612671970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9fDqYR-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/_OpXWYn-z4I/s320/DSC01279.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spotted the Love? =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[You remember the little things I said! About the wallpaper pose!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9faWR9zI/AAAAAAAAALY/Q5HVDVC-4Yk/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013853702387506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9faWR9zI/AAAAAAAAALY/Q5HVDVC-4Yk/s320/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy with you! Absolut-ly you you you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9fQoXnmI/AAAAAAAAALg/UriCwU4Inbk/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211013851093900898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9fQoXnmI/AAAAAAAAALg/UriCwU4Inbk/s320/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Some more some more! Hees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shadows of you and me - Connected by Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Knowing that I was pretty much having lunches alone nowadays after my HR Manager was gone, Dearie Tan came to my office to have lunch with me on Tuesday! Cos he was on MC and the initial plan to lunch wimme on Monday was ruined by his wonderful OC who had asked him to book in... Muahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why; he is by far the only person who could hold my hands, without me feeling awkward (even though we were in the hawker centre; even though i was shy), and did i mention that I love the feeling of holding his hands? =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Tan the "ever-so-smart" and "die-also-don't-want-to-say-die" man insisted he knew the way to my office, and that he wanted me to meet me at my office... Who knows, he was like blur blur, and so in the end the bus overshot the stop! hahahs. [See? Blur like sotong, still dare to say you're street smart. *Shakes head*] Haha, anyway, we went to a nearby hawker centre to eat the heavy noodles ("wanton" mee = "one-ton" mee)! Asked him to get some fried fritters (you tiaos) for his mummy but he didn't... Why so liddat?!?!?!? Hahahahs. joking =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After filling our tummies, we went to this CK departmental store in chinatown and i got my shower foam! Smells nice! Ooooh, i love! Wahahahs. Extra incentive for me to bathe xiang xiang. Haaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With much loves fluttering in me, the time came for me to go back to work. Awwwww... How sad. But well, not as though i won't see him again! hahas. yup so after buying guava from a stall (and this irritating uncle without any EQ at all made Mr Nice so mad), dearie tan sent me back to office before he went to collect his PSP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the time passed with me busying myself while covering recpetion duties for one of my colleague who was involved in Orientation Programme, being a new hire. And the ONLY time i had enjoyed my time there was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;(Jerica's phone rang and she picked it up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Baby, look outside your office..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;"Ar? Why? Nothing what..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;And for a fleeting second, I caught sight of that man walking past my office...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;That was such a happy sight; the sight when he walked past! Darlie never fails to bring me smiles whenever i see him... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is this the honeymoon period? I don't know. But I know we'll make this last. It will, if you hold true to your faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like no others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1060536657821436554?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1060536657821436554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1060536657821436554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1060536657821436554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1060536657821436554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-love.html' title='Feeling the love!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFE9eNICJBI/AAAAAAAAALA/FDfSdPQhbOU/s72-c/DSC01275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-6455023476496821837</id><published>2008-06-09T22:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:43:55.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet Saturday... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preparation started Friday night... Nono. Thursday night. Went to source for ingredients needed for the cheesecake and jelly i was gonna make for him. Muahahahas. Things get so fun when you're making things for ... Him! =) You know you're in love when nothing gets you down; when even the toughest chore (of whipping the cream and cheese) makes you smile... Just cos it's all for him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970956698528754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEWeejkq_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-gez6hgxzHc/s320/DSC01222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients for the Cheesecake!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fri night was spent making the cheesecake, as he was coming to fetch me at 12pm on Saturday. Cheesecake needed some good amount of time to set, so I decided I should start preparing on Friday. Muhahahas. In the end, it didn't come out the way i wanted; the way i made for bestie Neer the previous time simply because my shifu (my sis) wasn't ard, and the recipe she lent me was lost and i had used other recipes. And yes! Jerica's not a good cook. Haa. But I will learn! Hees. =X Anyway, all the disappointment from the failure of the cheesecake dissolved when I saw him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I walked down the stairs, trying to be naughty by not taking the lift (and yes, i stay on the 12th storey). Who knows, (and God knows why) he was already on the 8 or 9th storey waiting for me!!! OMGoodness. How did he find out?!?!?! Shucks. I'm getting too predictable for him. Muahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That Saturday, I got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first love letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from him. HAA. Being an art student, he drew a Doraemon for me! I never knew how to draw Doraemon. I only knew how to draw Doraemons that don't-look-a-wee-bit-like-Doraemon. Hehs. My darlie is love! Thanks alot for ur effort! Muahahaha. =))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970959056172434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEWenVrdZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Dp8UXpuH-V4/s320/DSC01224.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 1st Love Letter - More to come right? =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! I decided to make my work desk a little much more interesting, a little more exciting to look forward to, by .......... Hee Hee. Can you spot it? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210972589278320290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEX9gY7VqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MF_zbB4hg7o/s320/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Work Desk at Integrated Communications Group&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Muahahahs. Next stop, after he devoured his jelly, we went to Kovan to do highlights for my hair. That's not all! muahahhas. Little known to him, I had a surprise planned for him - to introduce Ting Ting (my brother's girlfriend and my almost-there confidante) to him and make him super paiseh! I was laughing HYSTERICALLY (literally) at this particular point in time when I realised Ting was super pro in acting and that Rico still didn't know what was in store for him - she could pretend everything was normal; I could not suppress my outburst so for a good 1 or 2 minutes, I was laughing like a mad girl... Errr. Heh. That's me. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my brother came in to join his girl in her rebonding while Rico and I left after i did my highlighting. Rico got even more shy when my brother walked in. Hehs =P Mission accomplished! Norty gurls with wacky ideas. Muahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, well well well. After which, we went to my Outram area for lunch - their yummy Wanton Mee along Keong Saik! Their char siew is ... lovely! Ok, but to those who dare not eat fats, this wudn't be a place for you. Cos their char siew is kinda fatty. Oops. Introduced the area around my workplace to dearie and brought him to my office. HAA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch, we proceeded on to City Hall! He introduced his SBF - super best fren Coreen to me, who was working at Mphorsis at City Link Mall. How coincidental that i have a BFFF (Best Funny Fren Forever) by the name of Kareen, which sounds perfectly like Coreen too! Haa. Not too sure why, but I guess Coreen was pretty friendly! Very norty and cute lady... =) Did not feel any awkwardness that I had expected. And to think we even ganged up together to attack his Archille's heels! Haaaa. (of which shall remain a secret. mohohoho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And after bidding farewell, we went over to Marina to get the tickets for Sex and The City (lovely show which subtly portrays the various perceptions of Love), did some shopping and I brought him to Aglio Olio for dinner! Aglio Olio at Murray St (the one which i always patronise) had moved due to some re-development plans, so I had no choice but to bring him to the one at China Square Central. My seafood olio was nice! Whee hee hee. Which was to my surprise, as I had been super nauseous and traumatised from the Escargots my manager had treated me to previously. Ewwwwww. I will never try any weird food again. The thought of eating something slimy was... (YUCKS yucks and still yucks!) But well, I had decided to challenge my limits while still young. Hee. =P And yes! The company was nice too! When the pasta was left with only the prawn, I cleared my throat on purpose (hee hee) and Nr Gentleman skilfully removed the shells for me! *awww... I do admire guys who do such little stuffs for girls - makes me feel so pampered! Haa. =] Or, maybe he could guess I was too clumsy to remove the shells on my own without the prawn flying out? Haa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;More points for you! Hees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEkT7fr_ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eDcBZiYurMk/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986168651087250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEkT7fr_ZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eDcBZiYurMk/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rico the happy man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEkUMomkAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A0WuyL7P37c/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986173251883010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEkUMomkAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/A0WuyL7P37c/s320/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lovely chicken wings, pasta and soup kept us satisfied!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Jeri acting irritated. Haa)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I brought him to the sacred place - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uncovered by chance, known only to a few people who're special to me...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986166027654434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEkTxuNlSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/GupulUNcKr0/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Overlooking Esplanade, Singapore Flyer, Swissotel the Stamford, Fullerton, Supreme Court, Parliament House, etc... Lovely sight to behold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While strolling back to Marina for our midnight show, he popped the question. Right at my favourite place - Esplanade! It was veritably a dream come true. Oh yes, the funny thing was, I kinda guessed that he was gonna ask. And I had placed my folded heart in his wallet (which was in my bag) when i found an excuse to use the ladies. Heee. So when he asked, I replied "If only you could fold the double-hearts from a single note". And so, he went to buy drinks and tried getting the paper bills, sadly to no avail... So we were walking along with me giggling inside (ok, probably outside too), while he was probably thinking where he could get the paper notes for him to fold the double-hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Take out your wallet and see if you have any paper notes in there?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He whipped out his wallet and started searching. And found the neatly folded double-hearts sitting in the bill compartment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So... This means?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I blushed and smiled. THAT IDIOT. And so... "Means... You're mine from now! Haa haa haa", I quipped with a wide grin, while trying hard to conceal my embarassement. So ta-dah! Our love story began, like a fairy tale unfolding. =)))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It helped matters that there wasn't any physical attachment or obligation that contributed to us agreeing to be together (we kept our hands to ourselves!); the fact that we could mutually come to an agreement... this mattered alot to me. It's like... we achieved something TOGETHER isn't it darlie! =) Hees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210986164636831458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEkTsinTuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Aqe-vvVF1Is/s320/DSC01271(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Spread the love people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things we do together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the laughter we share, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the times we tease and disturb each other, always attempting to make each other blush, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the strolls we took together, hand in hand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thank God I found you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210970949248363586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEWeCzULEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/vMpEEoSiGXo/s320/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was alone... until you came along... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for all that you have given me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-6455023476496821837?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6455023476496821837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=6455023476496821837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6455023476496821837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6455023476496821837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-sweet-saturday.html' title='Sweet Sweet Saturday... =)'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SFEWeejkq_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/-gez6hgxzHc/s72-c/DSC01222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1173977679780988185</id><published>2008-06-06T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:03:54.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown!!!!</title><content type='html'>It will be a day of surprises!!! Hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;another 18 hours approximately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be seeing you you you you you! ABSOLUT-LY YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe u're as excited as i am. HAHA. watch out behind when u're walking along the streets =P *Evil chuckles* Hiak hiak hiak. Hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1173977679780988185?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1173977679780988185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1173977679780988185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1173977679780988185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1173977679780988185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/countdown.html' title='Countdown!!!!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1503946248199015196</id><published>2008-06-06T09:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:11:26.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness fills my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Things are gonna get so exciting!!! hohoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Random, happy, mood up-swing and loved. simple words that reflect my feelings right now... Wheeee!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more PMS, cos it's here. HAHA.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sis is gonna miss her convocation in july (so will my parents) cos she has just been sent by her company Oracle to work in KL for 2 weeks or 2 mths! Madness. Slogged so hard for a second-upper honours and now she will be missing out on her convocation. There goes a worthy event for our family to reunite and pride ourselves on, being the first graduate in our Zhang family! hahahah. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a pity.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jeri's excited for what's gonna happen tomorrow! =) Not only because she's gonna add some highlights to her now-dull hair, she's gonna plant surprises for RT! Hehs. Watching how the surprises unfold will be exciting to her. HAA.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There had been some sad times - of fallen souls and traumatising memories from the past; but she has learnt to get back up on her feet. And now she's enjoying every moment! &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;IMY Dearie Tan! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1503946248199015196?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1503946248199015196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1503946248199015196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1503946248199015196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1503946248199015196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness-fills-my-heart.html' title='Randomness fills my heart'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7211158408982731466</id><published>2008-06-04T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:08:52.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When does it hurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts the most when it hurts no longer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truth hurts, would you keep it from somebody who had to know, or would you be totally honest and... confess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you knew it was nothing but a past, would you move on, or would you find yourself rethinking of same issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, teach me how to pretend nothing's happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, take my hands and guide me through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody, protect me from the perils of the trusting the wrong ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Struggling to get out of what I hoped to be a nightmare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the truth is in fact, the truth. No use hiding from anyone. No use putting up a false front. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random thoughts gushing in; it's impossible to journalise in entirety.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Can you hear my pleas, my fears and sense my tears...? Will you give me the assurance I need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7211158408982731466?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7211158408982731466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7211158408982731466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7211158408982731466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7211158408982731466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-does-it-hurt.html' title='When does it hurt...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-6013176265494667901</id><published>2008-06-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:44:09.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try these ten signs on for size and see if you've met your match</title><content type='html'>Source: &lt;a href="'http://www.californiapsychics.com'"&gt;California Psychics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all know what it's like to go shopping and try on loads of different clothes to no avail, but when that one item fits like it was made for you, you snatch it up! Dating can seem like an unsuccessful shopping expedition but when you meet that special someone, it just fits and you both know it. Try these ten signs on for size and see if you've met your match.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You can't explain it, but cupid's arrow hit hard and you are mad about this person. They are the most beautiful being you've ever known and you can't wait to learn everything about them. Sparks are flying but you also feel a connection that is comfortable and familiar... almost like you already know them (and maybe you do from a past life). You feel at ease with them and passionate all at once. Cupid gets a raise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Balance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Though you desire each other endlessly you also have a harmonious relationship in which you find intellectual and emotional stimulation. As the cliché goes, not just your lover but your friend (Pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, anyone?). You, quote, "simply enjoy time together in a myriad of ways". No ruts, couch potatoes or bar flies here of course - TV nights and a drink are fun here and there but you have so many other things to do together, you've had to Tivo the last five episodes of your favorite program.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respect and compromise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We all get consumed by the flames of passion, but true love also means mutual respect. Do you respect each other's time? Maybe you have very different careers or interests. Maybe your schedules are night and day but treating each other with respect and taking each other's needs into account is key. Compromise is par for the course but compromise that is respectful to both parties. If you need the United Nations to settle your disagreements, then maybe it's not your ideal match.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So you respect their time - now do you make time for them and vice versa? It seems like with more ways of communicating these days - the Internet, text, cell, instant messaging - people have a fast food sense of connecting. Your sweetie not only makes time to pick up the phone and have a real conversation but when they see you, they're not sending texts and taking calls the whole time. It takes quality time to make a quality relationship work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Throughout history... painters, writers and musicians have created masterpieces, written sonnets and symphonies inspired by their muse. Now you don't have to be Picasso or Mozart, but if they make you want to try and rhyme a couple of lines (or at least buy them a card with a poem in it) or sing a romantic tune, then maybe you've found your muse in this inspiring match.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-improvement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Remember Jack Nicholson's famous line in &lt;i&gt;As Good As It Gets &lt;/i&gt;- "You make me want to be a better man"? Does your significant other make you want to grow and be a better person for yourself and for the relationship? True love is also love for ourselves and being our best so we can be fully present with others. If you keep evolving so will your relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When you've met the right person, you know you can share your vulnerabilities with them. Not only can you laugh together but you can cry with each other and feel at ease. A good match is not just a &lt;em&gt;fair&lt;/em&gt; &lt;i&gt;weather date&lt;/i&gt; but someone who can handle the ups and downs that inevitably occur. If so, go ahead and break out the tissues for your Saturday night movie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When you see each other, you bring a smile to each other's faces. Even at the end of a bad day, one look from your special someone has you relaxing already. You make each other laugh and you have a good sense of humor about the relationship. Laughter can get you through a lot because even when you're perfect together, life still poses challenges -but if you can deal with them as a couple and still make each other smile, you have better staying power even when Mercury goes retrograde.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Au natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That same fox or vixen you saw on the town last night sometimes wears sweat pants and a t-shirt sans deodorant. Does their natural scent make you want to pounce on them or break open the fire hydrant? Scent is a driving force in attraction. Get past the clouds of perfume and cologne and find an even better smell that you'd like to bottle….your nose knows best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Usually your friends and family know you better than you think they do and often times, they know when they see a good match for you. If your dates are always garnering disapproval but this one has them raving….it's definitely a good sign. Does your match get along with your friends and are they eager to be closer to you by being closer to your network? If your date can break open a beer with your buddies or do brunch with your friends, maybe they'll be calling your parents mom and dad... someday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, one or more of the above signs will garner an interesting pair, but for your best match, find all ten and see if Cupid gets a Christmas (er, Valentine's Day) bonus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-6013176265494667901?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6013176265494667901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=6013176265494667901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6013176265494667901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/6013176265494667901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/try-these-ten-signs-on-for-size-and-see.html' title='Try these ten signs on for size and see if you&apos;ve met your match'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2750312821172315299</id><published>2008-06-02T19:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:02:48.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>*Catch you when you fall*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Whenever you call - Mariah Carey*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wandered inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stronger than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stronger than I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now that it has begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We cannot turn back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can only turn into one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be too far away to feel you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The part of you so tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the one to catch your fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm truly inspired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have opened my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lifted me inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By showing me yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Undisguised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be too far away to feel you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The part of you so tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the one to catch your fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will breathe for you each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comfort you through all the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gently kiss your fears away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can turn to me and cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always understand that I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give you all I have inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be too far away to feel you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be too far to feel you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That part of you so tender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And be the one to catch your fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Lovely melody, words from the wonderful voice like no other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Most importantly, the lyrics mirror what i feel, towards you. Yes, you.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2750312821172315299?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2750312821172315299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2750312821172315299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2750312821172315299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2750312821172315299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/06/catch-you-when-you-fall.html' title='*Catch you when you fall*'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-8547840906403595091</id><published>2008-05-29T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:28:52.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words like these, sweet as honey (Hee hee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“IMYALAL”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Feelings as strong as Hercules” &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Never gonna let you go” &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little words whispered… Small gestures shown… Showers of love and care… &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He lets her know how he feels. He tells her how important she is in his life. Who is she to him, to decree such a fate? &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She loves the fact that his little gestures warm her heart, brighten her days and keep her smiling, even when the sad clouds seem to block the sun’s rays from her face. &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the tears threaten to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks for the sunshine, for being you, who's now part of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“I can’t express in words how much IMY but my love and care shall never end”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-8547840906403595091?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8547840906403595091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=8547840906403595091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8547840906403595091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/8547840906403595091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/words-like-these-sweet-as-honey-hee-hee.html' title='Words like these, sweet as honey (Hee hee)'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5043319528179993810</id><published>2008-05-29T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:34:21.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said, She Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He told her, “My addiction is getting stronger by the day” and but he has no idea that she was addicted way before he mentioned that.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-5043319528179993810?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5043319528179993810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5043319528179993810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5043319528179993810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5043319528179993810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-said-she-said.html' title='He Said, She Said'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-91359204207156669</id><published>2008-05-22T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:37:59.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Night</title><content type='html'>That night, he arrived with something SACRED in his hands…. Oh what’s that? Wheeeee! It’s BNJ! Hohohoho. Cookie Dough = Yummy yummy! Each step she took seemed so light; she was veritably bouncing with every step; it was as though the ice cream (or was it the very man who had brought her the ice cream) had lifted her spirits instantaneously. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207262355055257714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SEPphc1VKHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ru3qBrm2JoI/s320/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207262355055257730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SEPphc1VKII/AAAAAAAAAJw/m04pQMzqtLY/s320/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The sugars surging in… The excitement and wonders of something she couldn’t fathom in its entirety… Whoooo. The mysteries of the future seemed to have captivated her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stability was something she knew she would be assured of; but, was she ready for a strong commitment? How about, stability to the point of a mundane, monotonous relationship? Could they work together to constantly ignite the flames needed to keep the relationship alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Commitment sounded kind of scary… The amount of effort necessary to keep a relationship running smooth, the investment of time and the responsibilities… Is she ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seems like she did not have an answer. To her, as long as she had loved at that very moment in time, it would probably suffice…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To have loved is better than not having loved at all…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6265435853425907304-91359204207156669?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/91359204207156669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=91359204207156669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/91359204207156669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/91359204207156669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-night.html' title='That Night'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/SEPphc1VKHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ru3qBrm2JoI/s72-c/DSC01089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5061076114731893733</id><published>2008-05-21T11:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:48:10.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we really care?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we ask someone to change for the better… Do we really care for the person; is it really in the best interest of the person that we persuaded the person to change, or is it because we are so associated with the person that any action on his/ her part will directly/ indirectly have an impact on ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much do you agree that “Human beings are innately selfish, self-centred creatures who are constantly on a look out for opportunities to their advantage”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the society mutates in this fast-paced, dog-eat-dog world, one could unlikely help but come to the realization that there is indeed an ugly side of us human beings. When you try to convince your loved ones that doing certain things are bad… Are you really concerned for their well-being? Or, are you merely afraid that what he/ she does will have an adverse impact on you (and essentially, YOU AND YOU ONLY) and your reputation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Perhaps, it’s time for us to reflect.&lt;/span&gt; I admit I’m not perfect; and such a thought that sprung to my mind while talking to Ting Ting during work made me reflect… And questioned myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was it really in her best interests when I hoped she would change for the better and kick those habits? Or, was it because she was someone so closely associated with me that I had hoped for her to change for the better, which boils down to the fact that I AM SELFISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps… there’s no answer. Or rather, there’re no black-and-whites pertaining to such an issue. Yes, maybe what’s there is only the murky grey that we may find ourselves trudging in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I felt was way beyond the past; Maybe it is through you that I could have given my trust =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-5061076114731893733?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5061076114731893733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5061076114731893733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5061076114731893733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5061076114731893733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-we-really-care.html' title='Do we really care?'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4248464980502053376</id><published>2008-05-20T16:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:02:36.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It could well have been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the feeling feels right… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When everything seems so funny…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When your heart beats faster the moment you see him /her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When your mind can’t seem to get enough of him/ her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When nothing else matters…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is this what it should be like? She didn’t know, but it could well be! The feeling was lost to the winds; to broken promises and forgotten lines for so so long. The heart was almost new, but never again. She knew she had let go of the past, and was ready to forge forth… But, what if she gets lost again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The game of LOVE. Is it really a game? Who’s in and who’s out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does her heart have the capacity to start afresh; to contain the new ones?&lt;br /&gt;She thought so. =) Maybe it’s the little things done… The many laughter they shared… The precious moments they had… The …….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She pondered and implored within her, whether this feeling was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far so good. Been an enjoyable week save for the sickness and flared up tempers manipulating her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With simple faith, she closed the previous chapter, lifted her pen and started on the new chapter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When was the last time you loved?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take time out of each day to give thanks to the little things that are happening in your life… To know that things should not be taken for granted, and people should be cherished… =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4248464980502053376?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4248464980502053376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4248464980502053376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4248464980502053376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4248464980502053376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-feeling-feels-right-when.html' title='It could well have been...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5994644334325138841</id><published>2008-05-15T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:42:57.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a little story my bestie sent me recently... Take time to read it people! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Law Of The Garbage Truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of aparking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your carand sent us to the hospital!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when my taxi driver taught me whatI now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.' He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage andspread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.&lt;/strong&gt; Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so..... 'Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... are you one of the garbage trucks? Learn to love and be loved... NOW! =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-5994644334325138841?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5994644334325138841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5994644334325138841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5994644334325138841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5994644334325138841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-stay-young.html' title='The Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-5765562258844218033</id><published>2008-05-14T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:43:04.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, it's wednesday! hohoho! 2 more days to long weekend (which i had forgotten until tinggy and neer reminded me =P) Wheeeeee! Lagi happy. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thru ups and downs this week! grrrr. spent 80 bucks on visiting the doctor omg! can get a decent meal at any fine dine establishment eh. Ouch ouch ouch.... Can u hear my heart ebbing painfully away? Haaa. Ok la. Just hope that i recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww Gawd. I hate that cough syrup! Not lyk it's rly very bitterrrr or wadsoever, bt it tastes rly WEIRD. DRIEW. Haha. It contains (wad?!) ivy leaves extracts and is suppose to alleviate convulsions, etc. Anti-coughing, anti-spasms, anti phlegm. In total, i obtained lyk 6 different types of medicines! GrrrrRRrrrRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first was only 3 i think. Then i realise i had developed a drug allergy when the next day i awoke with swollen lips! Damn sad (but funny) i tell u! hahahas. Swollen sausages hanging in place of my lips, can you like imagine?!?!?? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Dr. Chan (Arloww.....Ashley are u reading this? Heees. i finally went back to him! ahahas) and he prescribed me additional 3 types of "anti-allergy" medicines. I felt like a patient from the asylum, having to pop in so many pills at mealtimes! hahahas. Anw, my lips felt better after taking the pills, and when i went to office by 10am, my colleague said she wudn't have noticed if i didn't mention it! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, she said it was sexy *wink winkssss* hohoho. Too bad i didn't take any picture to show u guys. Haa! Prob only my dad and some other commuters on the train saw? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*T was pretty concerned abt my allergy... Thankkew! hahahs. Dunno eh, he woke up to gimme morning call for a number of days so far. Grrrrr. Thanks! But i really feel very bad eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from T, there's another person in constant contact wimme, R. Oh no. I think i'm infatuated, but i'm not sure. Cos we're just frens (intro-ed by Karen's Thomas)! hahas. ehhs, somehow i'm rly scared of letting my feelings be known, probably from past experiences. At least be known by him. But oh well, i've never been good at hiding my feelings. Bad bad. hahhas. Ok, so probably now he knows. I dunno if he'd treat it as though i were joking, or if he'd think i were for real. Sometimes, when one jokes too much, your friends will think everything you say are for fun! Heard of crying wolf? Yeah yeah, that's the case in point probably. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erms, so far so good... just being frens... =) Taking things easy and light = no burden no nothing... But is this really possible? I don't know. Time to manage my emotions. Maybe, hold back my emotions... Awwww that's so tough. &lt;strong&gt;Ok, I needa be tougher. Please don't let me be hurt anymores from rushed feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe maybe maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Do i still have feelings for KF? That night, we had a heart to heart talk over SMS. Not entirely heart to heart, but probably at least i know that i'm a nice gurl in his eyes. (Haa.) Too bad he's no longer available. I'm happy being just friends with him, but I had hoped for something more, and this probably is not gonna come true. Oh well, who knows? Let's just leave it to fate. I believe if things ae meant to be, they will be. If you can't have what you want, chances are, there are better things in line for you! Hohoho. Yes, positive thinking? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, played mahjong wif a few of my best frens last weekend! Super fun la! I almost emptied all my chips (thanks to SK the pro, who also emptied the other 2 players' chips) when towards the end, i managed a "qing yi se" and this was "zi mo" at that! Woah. Each person 4 "tai" and i ended up $9.60 richer. Recouped my losses and won like $7.60 in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much about the winning or losing, but it was real fun to engage such recreational activities with your dear friends, laughing and joking as the game unravels. Lovely afternoon! =P Jaslene was the professional tai tai, with her classical grace of a tai tai at drawing the tiles and even discarding them, while Hong Li was funny as ever (she'd told me that she had new jokes for me! hahahs Lame ones, thank you very much), and Ser Kun was lost and confused as ever in our conversations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Am i so lame that people find it hard to catch what i'm referring to nowadays? Gosh. I need to be serious. OK! I'M SERIOUS! hahahs. ok i'm not. i'm in a cranky mode now. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mgr has been giving my sai gang ("shit work") to do nowadays, cos i always finish up the work delegated to me FAST. I think i'm way too efficient for her probably? Joking. hahahas. But seriously, I feel slighted somehow... Don't insult my usefulness please! Grrrrr. Erms, maybe you can delegate more challenging tasks to me and STOP STEALING CREDITS FROM ME? *No offence to you if you're reading this, but this is really how i feel! Bleahs =P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! 'Nuff of the complaints! hahas. i think i'm enjoying life as it is now, and would be better come July, come Perth! hohohohooh. can't wait can't wait. Planning to get my branded injections from DFS. Hehs. Yes, Neer,i'll get yours too. Remember to remind me to remind you to remind me to get it for you oks! Yeah, in short, remind me to buy it for you. Haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep! Been easily worn out recently. Wonder if it's the medicine (non-drowsy supposedly), or maybe i'm just tired? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies, good night my friends, my blog! hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P =D =)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-5765562258844218033?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5765562258844218033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=5765562258844218033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5765562258844218033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/5765562258844218033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7998011671348641303</id><published>2008-05-08T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:57:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>System Down =((</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeri's down with cold. Bad coughs taking strains on my lungs and trachea. Gosh. It hurts everytime I cough, which is intermittently, once every 10 seconds or shorter? Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to meetin up with Kareen tomorrow after work - gonna do some shopping with her, plus do some gossipping. HAA. Just pray that my sickness may be alleviated by tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please bring my coughs away! Bring my health back. Somehow, i get reminded of the lady who died after complaining that she was stressed out from work, etc. *Shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun at Phuture yesterday, much to my surprise. I'd agreed to go under Karen's persuasion, and that it was rare that she could club on Wednesdays, and because I had initially told my other friends who'll be there that I'll be there (although supposed to be with different person) =) Anyway, point was that Karen got so darn high after downing the Chivas! Goodness. Smooth alcohol is potent - for the uninitiated who will be caught unawares when the effect kicks in suddenly and leaves you sprawling on whatever furniture you could land yourself on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the point of knowing your limits - I guess in such a situation you'd rather underestimate your ability to hold your alcohol than fall victim to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drink, drank, drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i came to know of a friend who had landed up in a hotel with a stranger (ok, so called fren's fren whom she came to know just that night itself) after getting all too drunk. Let's not going to such extremes when it comes to drinking, people. Give ourselves room for fun, but please understand that there are loved ones out there who worry and care for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+**+**+**+**+**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said, I think I'm harbouring unbalanced attitudes. I'm facing some prejudice and I think these are all unwarranted. Isn't it ironic for someone who "advocates" for equality to be the one who's actually displaying such disgusting behaviours? YUCKS. I can't stand the way she whines when she's already like how-old, the way she flirts with guys ohso-young-for-her and she's attached mind you, and always complaining and blaming others when things fail to go the way she wants. How i wish someone will go up to her and tell the big baby that she's not what she thinks she is, and that she's totally irritating and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get a life, B****!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, done expressing my point. I know i should go get a life too, and probably f*** off, so that's what i'm gonna do. Till next entry peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7998011671348641303?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7998011671348641303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7998011671348641303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7998011671348641303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7998011671348641303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/05/system-down.html' title='System Down =(('/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-3241125875053145364</id><published>2008-04-24T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:57:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories that last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Memories that last. It'll be good if they're sweet, lovely memories. But, what if they're those that seem to haunt you, reminding you of those moments you thought you'd gotten over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she listened to those songs, those memories came back to her, flooding her neurotics. She'd thought it had been over; it wasn't. Those moements... They were hidden in some corner; somewhere deep within her, readily-sparked alive at the recollection of some certain events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, much as she thought they'd been a part of her all along, she couldn't remember what those events were; she knew there were some nice bits of it all but she just couldn't recall. Couldn't recall the good, the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it good not to remember both the good and the bad? If you had two choices, will you choose to retain both good and bad memories, or will you choose to ditch the bad memories (but losing the good, sweet ones as well)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories made her heart feel raw; made her feel... so vulnerable. She ousted her might to recall what it was exactly - what was it that caused the feelings she felt; both fuzzy and warm, and lost, but she couldn't do it. No way. That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, she wants to go back to those days. She knew there had been nice memories for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, i'm so confused and contradictory. =XxXxxxxXXXXXxxxxXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last paper tomorrow. I'm going nuts from Stats! GrrrrrRRRRrrrr. This sem, I had been rather good girl, to have stopped clubbing for almost one month now, to study for my sem exams. Hope all goes well and i can get the GPA points i aimed for! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Watch me play&lt;/span&gt;, come tomorrow 11.35pm. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The closer you try to get to me; the further i back off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-3241125875053145364?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3241125875053145364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=3241125875053145364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3241125875053145364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3241125875053145364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/04/memories-that-last.html' title='Memories that last...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1647627185926999239</id><published>2008-03-23T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:58:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times have you wanted to hold on to a moment, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times have you wanted to hold on to a moment, but realised it's gone; that it's no longer possible for things to be the same again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things, once gone, you can no longer get them back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complete hearts, once broken, can never be healed.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relationships that once made you so complete, once destroyed, or even slightly tainted, can never be as before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, you may pack up your feelings, move on and get a life, believing in the hope that better things will come your way, but chances are, your days ahead will never be like the ones you had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Random thoughts from me, blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh no no no, some shyt happened to me again. This time, my confidence is veritably totally gone. I've come to the realisation that sometimes, the more you try to salvage something, the worse it gets; but whoever taught me not to give up easily? The more i covet and yearn for something, the worse the outcomes turn out. It's bad; it's detestable; i abhor all these stuffs that are happening to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One of my close friends share my deepest secret; a few of them know about my predicament, but how many actually understand how i'm feeling right now? [In any case, I'm glad that u were there to share my woes, to cheer me up. Thanks! (You know who you are!)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It sucks when you're stuck at home the whole weekend, when you had initially planned to meet up with your friends. Yes, close friends at that! Grrr. I dunno, but much as I had wanted to get out, i'm (kinda) glad that i was forced to stay home - gives me time to do my much-catching-up-needed school stuffs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, in recent times, I don't even want to step out of my house. Geez, i can' imagine myself living the life of a recluse. Aww. (*pushes that thought away) Mum has been supportive of me and been saying nice things to me, but it doesn't help my condition. Anyways, under no choice, I had to step out of my house today, and I can't help but feel worse than before. It doesn't help matters that your own brother tells you "Stay at home; don't go out."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm leading my life in pain right now. It hurts so badly I wish I could turn back time. I want to live a normal life like anybody else; i don't want to cry myself to sleep; i don't want to live in the dark; i want to lift my head up high... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you hear what i'm not shouting from within?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1647627185926999239?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1647627185926999239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1647627185926999239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1647627185926999239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1647627185926999239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-many-times-have-you-wanted-to-hold.html' title='How many times have you wanted to hold on to a moment, but...'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-86806816247445212</id><published>2008-02-24T13:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:58:31.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She woke up from a slumber... Rubbing her eyes, she recalled having a dream, a rather lovely one at that, except that the infidelity and feelings of betrayal in the dream struck her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the dream, she was double-dating. On some special and important occasion, A had come over to her house to pick her up in the finest suit and be introduced to her family. Well-dressed and charismatic, he chatted, and appeared to be at ease with the rest of her family. She was happy with what was happening; that her family seems to be accepting of her boyfriend; that things were going the way she wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, she got a call from her handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some moments of exchanges, she asked A to wait for her at her house while she went over to find C. It was weird (somehow); to be double-dating, but she decided she had the rights, since it was her special day. They had arranged to meet at some resort, which was like a hotel of sorts, where C had booked for a romantic night out. C dished over to her a large bouquet of lavish roses in full bloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Her head was in the clouds by now; this was the ideal date she had always thought only existed in fairytales - Flowers, impeccably-groomed gentleman with great sense of humour, and lavish treats...Could this be true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She pondered and implored deep within her: Does this dream mirror her desires? Was this a sign that she longs for infidelity? (which is essentially) Betrayal? (that leads to) Hurt to both parties? And... (most importantly) the desecration of what true love holds true to her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deep within, she knows full well and right from the beginning what she wants in actuality; that is really, the reality. No more dreams. She &lt;strong&gt;wants not&lt;/strong&gt; such things from happening. At least, not the infidelity part; she knows full well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's scary how once somebody predicted she will derail; it's scary it's occurring in her dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that she dreamt of the 2 persons... Does it mean she really misses them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-86806816247445212?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/86806816247445212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=86806816247445212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/86806816247445212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/86806816247445212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/02/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2350768572815953221</id><published>2008-02-21T11:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:40:25.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee~! Last day of Chinese New Year (Rat Year)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ooooooh my gawd... it's so fast; it's the last day of chinese new year! grrr. feel as tho i can't bear to let go, but well. life has to go on, and yes, i'll get zapped back to the frenzy in Uni. Haa. let's see. so i haven't been updating my blog for a few weeks... let's recall what's happened so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 Feb 08 - skipped lectures so that i dun need to travel a total of 4 hrs to and fro school. hees. met up wif kareen in town to do some last minute shoppg (i tink she got her Ed Hardy belt on that day? can't rmb). bought Shu Uemera eye palette, hoping to achieve some smoky eyes effect but i hadn't rly achieved dat (YET!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 Feb 08 - 1st day of CNY! So happy, cos i rly love the atmosphere of hse visiting, and the nice foods! whee hee hee. my favourite has got to be this Kueh Buluh (or sth), followed by pineapple tarts! muahhaha. and it's always nice to catch up with our relatives isn't it....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8 Feb 08 - 2nd day of CNY; 1st clubbg experience in February! went to celebrate jiali's bday. got a cake for her and sang her bday song by the river; how romantic! hohoho. e last tym i went clubbg mus haf been lyk one mth ago? for a regular lyk me (at least weekly), being able to stop for a month is an achievement u noe! hahha. was proud of dat. i got high dat nyte; sheile too. she opened bottle and we drank like fishes. haha. den yea. sth happened n i was traumatised. n i told myself nv to drink so much again. IT WAS A MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9 Feb 08 - 3rd day. checked out this new club les chinois at clarky quay. super posh; pp u've got to check it out! lotsa room for dance, nt lyk some super crowded clubs where pp go there to get grinded. e dj spins rly nice tracks as well. hip hop numbers largely, accedes to song requests (i asked for buttons! hohohoh) and he transits very well i mus say. e remixes are pleasant to the ears. not bad for a new club at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kareen, sheile n i egged each other on to take the Top Gun ride at river hongbao 2008. u noe those rides that spin 360 deg? OMGGGGGGGG. was madness. i rly wanted to back out when i stood on the ground to watch the previous batch of pp getting tumbled abt in the "cage". hhaaha. yea n who noes b4 long, i was "caged" up too. some scissors paper stone game after, n i was sitting with kareen. FRONT seat, mind u. this mad gurl!!!! bt anw it dint turn out to be dat bad afterall la. altho i felt kinda nauseous aft i got down. cudn't rly eat anything n i kept burping. HAHA. i shan't pay n make myself sick again (akin to drinking vodka, where i'll puke aft drinking to a certain limit). hohoho. wad a fun nyte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11 Feb onwards - back to sch. got caught up in the mad rushes for presentations n projects, assignments, etc. never ending! this sem is kinda terok. needa do lots and lots of readings. bad bad bad. weekdays mus work hard so dat at least weekend can play a little. norty jerica clubbed again. 3 times this week! SUPER TERRIBLE. not only on my pocket, bt also on the physical aspects. my complexion, lotsa breakouts and the lack of sleep resulting in dark circles. eeks mus stop night life! Wed was at phuture with ashley. here're some pictures =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R7z4LGaF6hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rd30YCvzi0M/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R7z4LWaF6iI/AAAAAAAAAII/aFRX-rldfw4/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R7z4LGaF6hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rd30YCvzi0M/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169279341896788498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R7z4LGaF6hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rd30YCvzi0M/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R7z4LWaF6iI/AAAAAAAAAII/aFRX-rldfw4/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169279346191755810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R7z4LWaF6iI/AAAAAAAAAII/aFRX-rldfw4/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's hot i tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;met some frens there, and made some new frens there. somehow, i'm kinda turned off by my frens' behaviour. it was as tho they metamorphosised into another person once they step into the club. ooooooooooooomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thurs V day was spent wif Tinggy! Instructed by my poor bro (who was trapped in camp, doing outfield some more!) to bring ting out on his behalf. yes. my bro's gf = tinggy. nice and pleasant lady wif certain insights dat made me ponder.... =) i brot her to my sacred place (i only bring pp special to me there, no one else) in hope of creating some romantic ambience for her, but well, the company was wrong (my bro wasn't ard!). hahaha. had dinner tgt at aglio olio. Fish Alio was NICE! absolutely heavenly.... yummy yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290813754436210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70Cm2aF6nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ecQ2f1u4FBI/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The special place! overlooking spore river, with lap pool surrounding us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe it dusen look very special here. bt if u're there; u'd feel lyk u're in heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;shroom shroom! fast forward and we're on to the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up wif my jc mates, one of whom, shuwen, was gg to fly back to Aust soon for her term. although she was limping due to ligament injury or tear in her joint, she made her way down to join us... appreciated, mok mok (dat's wad we call her)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70CmWaF6lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_CZaMQ-1j8A/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290805164501586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70CmWaF6lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_CZaMQ-1j8A/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashley, Jeri, Pam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70CmmaF6mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S114jOWjfFo/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290809459468898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70CmmaF6mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S114jOWjfFo/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All 4 of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;aft a lovely dinner of bonding n catching up, i went to meet sheile at central where she worked, and headed down to Phuture (yes, again!). suppose to haf more pp there (karen, jiali, kareen) bt the former 2 had SOMETHING on, n the latter had some issues wif her bf, so yea. anw it was a pretty fun nyte too! =) met some rly "old" fren. as in, hadn't caught them ard for eons n managed to talk abit dat nyte. anw, the highlight; the most memorable thing was, sheile was almost dead (fr fatigue) when we went Spize for our supper. lols. i took a video of her n boy, u shud haf seen it! super hilarious i tell u! HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70BoWaF6jI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7fXVnxS_0_M/s1600-h/1_429578201l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169289740012612146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70BoWaF6jI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7fXVnxS_0_M/s320/1_429578201l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70Ea2aF6qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/82PnzmGl4U4/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169292806619261602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70Ea2aF6qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/82PnzmGl4U4/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70EbWaF6rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XKUNRR-MXwY/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169292815209196210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R70EbWaF6rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XKUNRR-MXwY/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Making monkey faces in our PLAY tee! Love CDG people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sat was at Phu again. we hadn't planned to go. this time was super last minute. Keith called me n asked if i wanted to join him n his fren (who jus fell out of love) to chill out. yup so i called along sheile, e ever funny lady with a distinctive lafter (u can hear her from 100m away) n (no rewards for guessing it ryte) we were back in phuture again. kelvin (phu crew) was suppose to come bring us in since it was already full hse n he had volunteered to help bring us in, DID NOT APPEAR. dis, despite me texting him (against my conscience and integrity, heh heh) "&lt;strong&gt;Handsome&lt;/strong&gt;, we're ALL waiting for u eh." HAH. joking la. bt anw, we had to get in thru velvet underground. when they shone the UV rays on me, i realised my citibank chop fr last nyte was still so clear! grrrr. shud haf gone in without payg hor. haa. bt nono. dat's cheapo behaviour. lols.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;saw adm at the entrance; willy brot him to say hi i think? i was shocked to see him there. n reacted awkwardly i tink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anw in phuture, i saw dis couple. oooooooooooomg. was somebody who got me all disappted. grrrrr. i knew both of them; bt when i walked past the guy, i pretended i hadn't seen him; i acted nonchalant abt wad had happened. (hey dat's wad u get for being so flirtatious and horny and for being an infidel ya. yes it was "infidel" of you in my opinion, idiot). &lt;em&gt;at dis pt, u may nt understd wad i'm talkg abt haha. bcos unless u're kareen, john, sheile, u prob wun noe wad i'm talkg abt, since u do not haf the full details of wad exactly occured.&lt;/em&gt; lols. anw, when he saw me, i bet he was kinda drunk (as usual), n he wanted to dance wimme; to get touchy wimme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i decided i shud b polite so i smiled n said hi. subsequently he got touchy so i pushed his hands away (he had placed them on my waist). i shoved them down. when he came back on, i decided: "ok, enuf of dat. stop treating me lyk any other clubbg gurls who are waitg to get laid upon." with that, i squirmed my way out of his reach (haha!) n continued dancing alone (i'm used to dancing on my own), wif him alone at the original spot, still tryna figure out y i was so weird (he'd mentioned i was weird previously. heh heh) or mayb, he was tryna figure out where i had disappeard to, given his slow reaction and intoxicated state of mind? HAHA. hilarious scene. bt i felt ME then. i felt good; felt dat i had the rights; dat he shuden b playing wif me anymore. go get other gurls if u wan cos i'm nt wad u tink i am!!!!! Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, went back at slightly b4 4am. keith's fren drove us back. for once, i alighted b4 sheile!!!! =) hohoho. den jester called me and we chatted. he's weird. i dunno wad he's tkg. (bt i've my fortresses up tho. just in case.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was spent at mok mok's hse! went to bai nian at her hse, n we had our jc cls gathering there. her parents gave me a relatively generous angbao, given dat we were nt related... played mahjong! hee hee hee. small stakes, 10cents 20 cents. bt i won! $2.60. biggest winner was hwee la! who won like over 10 bucks? amazing little tweety bird. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when weekdays come; it's back to school again. this few days, been chattg on e fone. i rly wud love to chat, bt i haf so many stuffs to do! can we dun chat on weekdays? lols. Yst (wed) met up wif Joyce b4 lecture. had bf at yakun. omg! their bread is really delicious! hadn't tasted yakun for quite some time.... hmmmm~ lovely charcoal grilled toasts wif home made (to perfection) kaya. yummy yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nyte, met up wif don for movie and guess wad! as i was crossing the road, i caught a familiar sight. the features of this particular person on the road had once been so familiar and close to me - it was wilson (my ex bf)! hahaha. this time, i can laugh it off. To my frens: thanks for being there when we broke up; I'm so glad that i'm now ok!!! and i'm really excited (for the new life i could haf; since i had previously been encapsulated in the mind frame that i still miss him)... =PPP Emancipation and Liberation came naturally, without me expecting myself to react in the way i managed to do. I'm amazed by myself! =) I hadn't expected myself to be able to smile at him so naturally. and the most amazing thing was, i hadn't felt any tinge of sadness anymore. He was a chapter in my life and will always be, and now i know that i'm ready to move on and write more episodes like C.S. Lewis. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[this brings a thought to my mind: sometimes, the more you try to forget someone or some things, the harder it is to let go of those memories; sometimes u need time, other times u need to stop thinking of those what-ifs... and when u do really find liberation, u shall be fascinated by how much u actually are worth; how powerful u really are...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, watched P.S. I Love You with don at cathay. I wonder why I didn't cry despite almost all of my frens saying that it was a very touching show; that they cried from start till the end.. Was it bcos i was tired? Or... the movie wasn't moving enough? Or.... Am I already void of emotions...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided maybe it was the company. Hee hee. having been very much at ease with each other since sec school days (as though siblings), and being able to share our feelings with each other openly as though confidante, I didn't feel anything (romantically) towards don. and mayb because of that, the mood "wasn't there". you noe, the mood to feel emotional, sensual, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!!! I'm finally done summarising my weeks! i'm amazing! the stamina to sit glued to my seat for abt 2 hours trying to recall and to recount what had happened... it's MADNESS! lols. am lookg forward to the next few days to come cos it's mid-term break! finally can PROBABLY unwind a little. wheeeeeee~ adn finally get to play wif baby neer (kareen)!!! hohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when term break really comes in May, i'll be busy working i gather! yay! to earn my fare and expenses for my Perth trip in July! =))) oh yea. &lt;strong&gt;i'll be flying ALONE!&lt;/strong&gt; amazing isn't it. Heh. &lt;strong&gt;My first time on the plane, to and fro, ALONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; it's gonna be so super exciting!!!! yup going over to bunk wif my long-time-no-see friend Audrey (in case u dunno who, she's my track close fren mentioned in earlier post...hohoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies, that's all folks! It'll probably be another few weeks b4 i update my blog again. Heh. till then, take care my dear frens! =))) Happy CNY for the last time this year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2350768572815953221?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2350768572815953221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2350768572815953221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2350768572815953221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2350768572815953221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/02/whee-last-day-of-chinese-new-year-rat.html' title='Whee~! Last day of Chinese New Year (Rat Year)'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/R7z4LGaF6hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rd30YCvzi0M/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-4692130156394002271</id><published>2008-02-06T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:17:39.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year All! =)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm back, after many weeks of abandonment. My bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly, Happy New Year to all!!! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling very happy, cos the much-awaited CNY is here again! I love the festivity; the happy mood and the shopping frenzy; t'is the season where everyone puts on their best! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all, here's wishing you a happy rat year! may this year be a wonderful one for all, and that the impact of the predicted recession can be alleviated as much as possible!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On another note, recently I've been feeling down down down again. Going through some internal emotional struggles... I know deep down I need to get over it; but I can't seem to have the strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just so tired... dread of fearing unacceptance; dread being so easily affected by others' opinions of me... I don't remember myself being like this in the past; or...... had i been deluding myself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate falling in love and getting hurt. I hate myself for being so gullible; so naive. All those messages meant nothing afterall, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate getting myself into this mess. I'd been so happy with my life and suddenly, i feel so down. so lonely. so pathetic. all of which are feelings that well within a LOSER.... yes, i feel sucha loser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me childish if you might, but more and more friends around me are getting attached, one after another. It's not as though I yearn to be attached; it's just that I fell unloved. And it certainly doesn't help matters that your close friends are all happily attached - in long term, steady relationships, mind you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just my 2 cents' worth that it's hard to find company nowadays. They are but humans too, and have only 24 hours a day. They need to be committed in their relationship, and this leaves less time for their friends. I feel neglected; afterall, we've been through so much together, hadn't we? Would they even realise that i feel neglected?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the things that they have done for me, I thank them for everything; for trying to cheer me up when i'm feeling down, for being a great listening ear, for having faith in me. But having to put up a brave front to tell them "yes i'm feeling better" when all i wanted them to do was to spend more time with me is tough. I long so much to tell them that I all i wished was for us to spend more time together, to go back to the past, but I lack such courage, and I know it's impossible. Sometimes I wonder what will happen if I really let them know my true feelings... Will they hate me? Will they blame me for being possessive? ........And, am I being possessive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of the dating game. Getting disappointed at the end of the day; feeling dejcted and stuffs... When such things happen too often a time, you somehow will feel like quitting the game. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps I'm destined to be alone. Once, my friend commented to me, "Aiya! Who asked you to be so smart, study so much? Guys who are not as smart or highly-educated as you will feel inferior when they're with you, don't you think?" I just want to tell this friend of mine, thank you very much. This comment remains deeply etched in my mind. And till this date, i ponder if it is true......? It seems so real. Guys have their ego; they want their girl to depend on them, no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum says "You need fate in such affairs of the heart"; my close friend from school, HL, says "ignore that friend's comment! True love will come without such reservations". How i wish it's true! I used to have such strong faith that True Love Transcends All Boundaries, but now? It's been desecrated lock, stock and barrel, no doubt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let me be. Hopefully i'll get over it soon; get over it fast enough. Oh, how i seek to have the faith to trust again.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why am I still holding back my tears? In this loneliness, there's nothing left to fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-4692130156394002271?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4692130156394002271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=4692130156394002271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4692130156394002271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/4692130156394002271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-new-year-all.html' title='Happy New Year All! =)))'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1577305148291185349</id><published>2007-12-31T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:38:59.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rounding up of Year 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I turned in last night, I decided to reminisce on the memorable past, be they eons back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Primary School Days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;..when i would try to turn in at 8pm with my sister the day before, for fear of not getting enuf sleep for school in the morning session the next day; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when me and my friends would gather at Isabelle or Melissa's house to have some frolicking fun before school started in the afternoon session;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when i would hang out with my friends so very often at Hougang Mall, hogging the Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) machine, and attempting to challenge anyone who's up next to show off their skills - oh yes, those were the ah lian past i had, but i never regretted having gone through it since i learnt many lessons from it;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i remember life in Primary One, where we ordered Milk (can't remember the brand, but it came in either chocolate, strawberry), had to fill in word bank books, competed with friends to see who could finish our Xi Zi Ben Zi, Penmanship (or Penmenship?) and whatever-nots homework first... Do you recall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the days my brother and I went for choir lessons on Saturday mornings, and enjoying lovely food in the school tuckshop for merely 20 or 30 cents (those finger foods), and very often, also attempting to skip choir lessons by playing catching at near-by playgrounds with mostly my brother's friends... Yes, I was even closer to my brother in the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Secondary School Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when we would arrive in school in the wee hours of the morning, put our bags and roam around school before morning assembly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;..when Jacqueline, Jaslene and I would rush for our Councillor duties when morning assembly started - Flag-raising duties, Patrol duties, which were my favourite as I need not stand at attention and could saunter around school to catch norty students who try to skip morning assembly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when the days of banter seemed never-ending, among my clique. (And I remember Kareen and I falling for the same guy; Jaslene being the Form Teacher's apple in the eye and that we were jealous and unhappy about that) Such senseless, childish quarrels and companionship eventually forged a strong bond among us, and boy, am i glad for all that happened... it's funny now that we look back isn't it?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...those days of glory, where I participated in many different track and field events and stand on the rostrum to receive my prizes, and 2 years of captainship to lead the Blue Eagles House to championship...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the 3 years of track training that i forged strong friendships through thick and thin, with Audrey... This fine lady here is someone I would never ever forget... We laughed through tough training sessions with jokes, went to shit together (we have a funny symptom, which is we will feel like shitting before our runs), competed against each other to achieve the common goal of defeating others by constantly pitting against ourselves, and improving our fitness as such...we even took on holiday jobs together, doing door-to-door sales of X'mas cards,etc... Now that she's in Australia pursuing her Degree, I really miss her! (Absence makes the heart fonder; how true it is)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...appointed the President of the Student Council in 2004 and getting jealous stares from others, being hated by by many others, offending many norty students in my co-hort to the point of being infamous or notorious (ironically) for "catching students". Come to think of it, i should have been more flexible and not so rigid, ah! Bad bad bad. I feel really bad. Just hope that others will forget my negative points and remember me for the good I have done...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the various masses (in particular, Thanks-giving mass at the end of the year) held throughout the year, having been in a catholic-mission school... How fondly i miss those days of hymns-singing!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...appointed the Student of the Year 2004, Student Leader of the Year 2004, and consequently, Valedictorian of the Year 2004, and gave a farewell speech to my co-hort, and to thank the school and dedicated teachers for the effort they put in to hold us through a very large part of our adolescent years...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My JC Essence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...stepping into SAJC for the 1st 3 months of trying out JC life, i remember waking up at 5am to get ready for school. SA was so freaking far away from my home in Punggol! Having to take the train from one end to another was no joke i tell you! After reaching HarbourFront, I had to take another bus ride to get to SA at Malan Road,... Super far, further than Far east (Heh heh)!!!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The initial confusion and reluctance to go through the normal route of studying in JC, where i had quit SAJC after a mere 10-day period as I had intended to pursue my interest in Hospitality and Tourism Management in Temasek Polytechnic, and eventually choosing to go to a nearer AJC instead...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...having to fit into a totally new environment where some of my classmates had already formed cliques hadn't been easy, but I'm really glad i made really great friends in JC as well! Am really grateful for having found such fun-loving bunch of friends in a supposedly-muggish school? yea yea. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Will never forget colour-blind Serkun as the physics rep, who has taught me how to play volleyball despite the disability; Laykoon - oh there're too many lovely things to say about her! studying together during free breaks and discussing school work together, clubbing together (albeit only in recent times); Shuwen, who share a common destiny as me by enrolling into AJC after being in SAJC for 1st 3 months; Pam &amp;amp; Pris, who are the class' twins, and i remember saying "Hi Priscilla!" to Pamela the day after i made friend with Priscilla! Funny funny funny! ; Kah Hwee, the class' little tweety bird, who was also the girls-in-class (S2405)-recognising-her-as-the-class'-chio bu; who else, let me see... Basically all the many many lovely friends in my class - i love you guys and gurls so much, you know it! Thanks for all the fun and lovely memories you all brought to me; they colour my life! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone were these days!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely fondly remember these days, and be soaked in much reminiscence and joy even after I move on to another stage of my life... For in my life, I have been through all these experience, and partaken fond memories that belong not only to me, but to all those that share such memories with me as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all give love and thanks for the many good we have received throughout the past years, and continue to give back to society... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With renewed faiths that tomorrow will be a better day, let's all live our 2008 to the fullest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non Mihi Solum" (Not for myself alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1577305148291185349?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1577305148291185349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1577305148291185349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1577305148291185349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1577305148291185349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2007/12/rounding-up-of-year-2007.html' title='Rounding up of Year 2007'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-3344517964030794642</id><published>2007-12-25T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:16:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reacting appropriately</title><content type='html'>Source: &lt;a href="'http://www.californiapsychics.com'"&gt;California Psychics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finding the perfect gift is no easy task. And let's face it, as much as we'd all love to be great gifters -you know, those people who seem to effortlessly combine just the right amounts of romance, whimsy and practicality when shopping for others - some people are simply better at it than others. If you're one of the unlucky few faced with a lover whose holiday swing just straight-up missed, (read: you hate the holiday present they gave you) here's a three step guide to handling it with style… and making sure they do better next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Stay calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You've just opened your present and you're in shock. Whether it's that your ears aren't pierced and your lover bought you earrings, or that you were not so subtly hinting for a Wii but wound up with cooking lessons... When your significant other seems to have shopped for someone other than you, it can feel like you're not being seen or heard. However, no matter how you're feeling at this very moment, there is only one reaction that is appropriate: above all else, you must stay calm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as you may want to scream or pout or complain or comment sarcastically, this is one of those rare, delicate situations where displaying your true emotions might not be the best answer… yet. Why? Because emotions - and expectations - are heightened at this time of year and in this situation. Whether it's because of commercialism, materialism (expecting more than they can really afford), or simply the desire to be known by your partner (it's normal to hope that they just, well, &lt;em&gt;get it right&lt;/em&gt;), doesn't matter at this exact second. What's important is that you smile and say thank you. In the end, being gracious will go a long way - both in softening the blow of their "miss" and in ensuring it never happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Assess things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you address the fact that your gift isn't exactly your cup of tea, you've got to assess the situation. By the situation, we mean not just the moment (&lt;em&gt;are you alone together or in front of family or friends?), &lt;/em&gt;but the misstep (&lt;em&gt;was it simply thoughtless or did your lover genuinely think you'd love your gift?) &lt;/em&gt;- as well as your motivations (&lt;em&gt;is your gift totally you - just less extravagant than you'd hoped for?). &lt;/em&gt;Only once you see those three things clearly you can decide how to move forward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First things first, your disappointment is a private matter - one that should never be handled while other people are around. Wait until you've got a moment alone before getting into a discussion about your gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second, be sure you're not simply being spoiled or demanding but also, know that it's okay to want your lover's gift to be expressive of your personality and your relationship - not a mold they want to shape you into (like being a good cook when you hate to cook!). In other words, consider the example of asking for a Wii yet getting a cooking class. If you've expressed interest in learning more about one of your partner's interests (food?), then realize that while you may have wanted that Wii, they wanted to share something with you. Conversely, if you've never worn jewelry a day in your life, but your lover has given you earrings - that aren't even close to your taste either - it's another situation altogether… but not necessarily one that is beyond repair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Get to the heart of the matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now that you see your situation clearly, one great way to approach your amour about their gift is to ask about their motivations. What about this gift made them think of you? You may find yourself surprised by the answer (and it may change your mind about what you were about to say). You may also find that not much thought went into it. However, before you go jumping the gun or reading into things, think about the big picture. Does your lover put a lot of thought into your every day life together? Do they usually make you feel special - in little ways or with grand gestures? If your seemingly inappropriate gift is not symptomatic of a greater problem, the simplest solution can be to let it go - and maybe make suggestions of what you'd like the next time down the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, if your expectations were in check but your partner was simply careless (read: if they aren't interested in pleasing you even just a little bit) then you may have a larger problem on your hands… one that may take a little more to unwrap. In this case - and really, always - remember that communication is the only way to make sure any relationship yields bountiful gifts for the long haul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-3344517964030794642?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3344517964030794642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=3344517964030794642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3344517964030794642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/3344517964030794642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2007/12/reacting-appropriately.html' title='Reacting appropriately'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1235610070864321816</id><published>2007-12-23T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:47:23.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve before X'mas Eve</title><content type='html'>I feel hurt. He doesn't trust me. He's unconvinced. He's been hurt previously that he doesn't trust anymore. Just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's giving me the cold shoulders; I don't know what i have done to deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chats with me when he's bored; hangs up when his friends are around. I feel like a reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drops other people comments, but never me. Jealousy seems to be threatning to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me before you jump to conclusions please. For you, I don't mind explaining the mountains or seas, but I need you to have more trust in me. I don't wish for us to be threading on thin ice, where there are suspicions and paranoia abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we work things out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lost and confused; please guide me back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-1235610070864321816?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1235610070864321816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=1235610070864321816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1235610070864321816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/1235610070864321816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2007/12/eve-before-xmas-eve.html' title='Eve before X&apos;mas Eve'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-7408544858417376941</id><published>2007-12-21T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:23:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When does it hurt...?</title><content type='html'>When does it hurt? (Let's ponder and take time to reflect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts&lt;/strong&gt; when your expectations fall flat in your face, and you get disheartened, and you lose faith in all you had ever held your beliefs in... Such as, Love? Friends? Kinship? Your own abilities to achieve the things you so covet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts &lt;/strong&gt;when your loved ones leave you... when you no longer feel their warmth; even as they held your hands, embraced you in their arms. In that sense, what is left is merely an empty shelf; no soul, no love, no nothing. Just... a physical body. What warmth is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts &lt;/strong&gt;when the ones you cared for break their promises - and betray your trust in them. She held on to the faith that he will change, "yes he will", "love takes compromise", only to be struck with the reality at the end of the day that his habits are essentially, habits. He does not change. He goes back to his ways. He breaks his promises. He betrays her trust. Most importanly, he breaks her heart. The heart: broken for the umpteenth time; as though it had been cut open and desecrated painfully with every of his lie and deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When does it hurt the most...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it has hurt so much; it hurts no longer... That is most excruciating. Most intense. Yes, it is an oxymoron, a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when the total extinction of the trust she once had in him sets in, and mutates to a higher form that makes her lose sanity, commit suicide or murder (or manslaughter), etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH. It's a scary thought. Let's say, if you're undecided on whether or not to withhold some truth (AKA telling a white lie) for fear of hurting somebody (or at least make him/ her feel unhappy), would you reveal the truth, or would you tell a white lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts are gushing in; it's impossible to journalise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just want to remind each of us human out there to give thanks and shower love to our friends, family and loved ones, in this festive frenzy involving mad rushes, shortened tempers and quickened paces. May all of us have the capacity to count our blessings; to be contented with what we already have, keeping in mind that many others in the world out there are not as blessed as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all find peace with ourselves, and essentially ... LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-7408544858417376941?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7408544858417376941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=7408544858417376941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7408544858417376941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/7408544858417376941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-does-it-hurt.html' title='When does it hurt...?'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-2641390197182233817</id><published>2007-12-10T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:37:19.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist!</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Agnes B bracelet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*Play - Comme Des Garcons Tee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Christian Dior Lip Gloss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DKNY watch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Burberry Handbag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nine West/Guess/ Salvatore Ferragamo Heels - Comfortable ones a must!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;*Chanel Sports Homme*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent acquisitions:&lt;br /&gt;AX racer back - going at 30% discount!&lt;br /&gt;Salvatore Ferragamo Incanto Charms&lt;br /&gt;Loreal Double Extension Mascara (easy and convenient to apply!)&lt;br /&gt;Royce chocolates (Lovely decadence I tell you!)&lt;br /&gt;O3 treatment at Kimage&lt;br /&gt;L’Occitane Hand Cream&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Klein Tote Bag&lt;br /&gt;X’mas presents for my loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-2641390197182233817?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2641390197182233817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=2641390197182233817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2641390197182233817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/2641390197182233817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2007/12/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist!'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-934090601143448417</id><published>2007-12-10T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:43:32.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In You I Hope to Trust =)</title><content type='html'>Throughout your life, there are so many people who enter and exit from it. Who would you choose to keep, and who do you choose to let go, say bye bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep my dear friends; who have never left me when I was down and out (although I reckon I hadn't met with a real bad crisis yet), and who had always been around for me when i so needed a listening ear, or a shoulder to cry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count my blessings for having them around; these veritable little angels of mine, who provide useful and sound advice to guide me when I'm feeling lost... I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out wif AM for dinner at Rakuzen, Millenia Walk today. Ambience was as nice as the previous time I was there, except that this time, I thought their service could be improved on. Anyways, I'm really starting to enjoy his company... His insights and his thoughts, of which I never expected him to share with me. Who am I to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The affluents who do not give back to society despite well having the abilities to do so - How often have we lived in a life of luxury that we feel the need to possess extravagance, yet forgotten to help the poor and the needy? I love the fact that he brought up this topic - It shows that he cares I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the fact that he was not what he had been (he had been mentioned in my previous entries, where i described the 5 things a guy did to turn me off lock stock and barrel) - he's so much nicer now; i think i'm falling.......... (Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this time, i hope i can land in a nice slumber, and not hard on the ground again. Ouch. Life's taught me numerous lessons and I've learnt not to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to appreciate and cherish the little things I have in life; to love those who have showered me with love and care; to control my temper (and hopefully my PMS); to know that everything happens for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start trusting guys again, and hopefully it's through you that I my find such a faith all over again. The fall the previous time was hard enough. And I need you to lead me out. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With trust I place in you,&lt;br /&gt;Jerica =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265435853425907304-934090601143448417?l=pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/feeds/934090601143448417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265435853425907304&amp;postID=934090601143448417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/934090601143448417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265435853425907304/posts/default/934090601143448417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pessimisticoptimist-jerica.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-you-i-hope-to-trust.html' title='In You I Hope to Trust =)'/><author><name>Jerica</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7IOl8rKSow/ST4slHULNXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WGO5Mrpx9Wc/S220/DSC00830.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265435853425907304.post-1845319656919327412</id><published>2007-11-18T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:01:32.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those things that changed you, I never knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So many things have happened throughout the days i left my blog untouched that I don't know where to start from, so I decided to just zoom past those. Anyway, I bet it's insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been clubbing lots recently. bad for health and bad for studies. I noe i shud spend more time on my studies, bt i just couldn't resist temptations. Bad. I wished I had more determination and wadever-nots to keep me spending quality time instead of wasting my time boozing apple shooters and getting knocked into by useless bums in clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that however, yesterday (Sat) was a fun experience! Cos suddenly i realised there're so many frens in the same club, and it's nice to catch ur frens ard, isn't it! Hees. Felt so "at home" there, although i was super tired from clubbing on Friday nyte as well. Haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually i wanted to blog not abt wad happened thruout the day, bt wad i haf come to observe abt some people whom i've not contacted wif for quite some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Things change, People change, and what do you get? Shocks, i would say. I wished the people around me could haf had more self-worth, and not just pet and kiss every other person that LOOKED interested in you. Thinking that guys will like you just because you THROW URSELF AT THEM, I reckon we could haf a great laugh. It totally turns me off, because this wasn't the person I used to noe. What happened to the beautiful person I once knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gestures and behaviours simply remind me of someone else, whom I so do-not-want-to-be-associated-with. Yucks. I really dunno what's gone wrong during the periods of her growing-up, but it sure is sad to noe that the people ard u haf come to where there are, and that you don't like how they're behaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rattling off and spewing vulgarities just because you mixed with people who does that often dusen reflect well on you either. It's no excuse I would say. Self-worth, that's the key. You gotta learn to be more discerning and noe what's good for you, not what you think looks (or sounds) good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thru the period of ending off my sentences with vulgarities once in my life, and in restrospect, I'm glad my best frens (who came into my life after my so-called "sisters" went into Girls' homes one by one) saved me from that ditch. I'm glad to haf such frens, and I can't be more grateful to them for helping me kick that DISGUSTING habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, just because some people look good with a short white stick between their fingers, you mean you hafta smoke too? It just brings about ULTIMATE BAD BREATH, and I really feel it spoils the image of ladies who smoke. You were not like this in the recent past - or, was I just being disillusioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should just bitch off or F**k off, so that's what i'm gonna do. Until I see a better you, my dear lady. Till then, here's wishing you all the best in choosing the path you want to take to your future. Risque or becoming? 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