<?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-5331440681505281666</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:53:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 夏天</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5596214942101448925</id><published>2011-06-09T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:47:40.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Property Guide 101</title><content type='html'>Published my work blog today. Finally got it up after so long. Den  read the report on &lt;a href="http://news.xin.msn.com/en/singapore/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4922026"&gt;Property Prices worry National Development Minster&lt;/a&gt;. Oh well, property market may slow down BUT people still need a roof over their heads. There will still be demand just that the prices would be pretty stagnant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, do visit my new blog at &lt;a href="http://propertyguide101.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://propertyguide101.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; Don't worry, I will still keep this blog, to rant about my personal stuff. Do give my new blog your support :) Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5596214942101448925?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5596214942101448925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5596214942101448925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5596214942101448925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5596214942101448925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/06/property-guide-101.html' title='Property Guide 101'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-543205803500791688</id><published>2011-05-30T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:15:28.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done Deal :)</title><content type='html'>Pop goes the Champagne!! I've closed my first deal!!! Thank you Bro Bear for referring the client to me :) Going to collect the cheque and sign the OTP tml. Hope everything goes smoothly!! Will only get my comm 3 months later... 1% comm den kanna cut by co... (the cut is worse than CPF deduction!!) Not much left liao :( At least better than nothing. Little by little I'll earn more n more. Next is to hit my first year target. May Lady Luck continue to shine on me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-543205803500791688?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/543205803500791688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=543205803500791688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/543205803500791688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/543205803500791688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/05/done-deal.html' title='Done Deal :)'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5444526608084303078</id><published>2011-05-24T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T16:02:18.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stands out from the crowd</title><content type='html'>What makes a good agent? How ppl choose an agent n stick to the agent to service them to buy/sell/rent a property? I asked myself these questions today while thinking how to design my flyer and what to write on it. How can my flyer stand out from those junk mails you receive in ur mailbox and not get thrown away by ppl wo even taking a look at it? This is tough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to think of a tagline. Something ppl see n will rem. But i'm not some kind of superbrand like Nike ( Just do it.) or Samsung (It's not hard to imagine.). Will ppl even notice it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thut of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Looking for an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ATTENTIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; property agent who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EFFICIENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RELIABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; and takes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;INITIATIVES&lt;/span&gt; to sell your flat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Your search ends here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Call 8161 2236 now for a no obligation discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SATISFACTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; guaranteed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AERIS&lt;/b&gt; quek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CEA Reg No. R040430Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kind of lame I know... But that's what came to my mind just now while pooing. HAHA!&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/5331440681505281666-5444526608084303078?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5444526608084303078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5444526608084303078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5444526608084303078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5444526608084303078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/05/stands-out-from-crowd.html' title='Stands out from the crowd'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6177664886422516235</id><published>2011-05-23T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T02:05:02.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks</title><content type='html'>3 weeks into my new job as a property agent. I haven close a single deal yet :( Yah, I have clients at hand searching for them their dream house but I can't get to slp at night to dream. I have one week left to meet my personal target. To close my first deal within the first month. Maybe I'm too slack? Maybe I am. Sigh. Really appreciate those who referred clients to me :) Thank God I'm not anti-social in nature and I've always treated those around me well. That's why I'm been loved :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being supportive and showering me with your concerns my dear family and friends. And also, my dear BB. For supporting me emotional, mentally and financially. I'm touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I'm thinking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to be a good agent and what is considered good service to my clients? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to maintain a good relationship with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I get more ppl to engage my service to help them buy/sell/rent their property? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BB says I need to close my first deal to build up my confidence. I'm trying. But not much luck lately :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't fall asleep at night thinking abt all these. And I made my BB worried. But I'm not giving up. 9 more days before May is up. I need to close that first deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6177664886422516235?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6177664886422516235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6177664886422516235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6177664886422516235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6177664886422516235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/05/3-weeks.html' title='3 weeks'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1911074727158404682</id><published>2011-05-04T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:23:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GE 2011</title><content type='html'>The craze is on and you can hear ppl discussing abt it anywhere n everywhere. I have never been interested in politics (yikes! Boring!) and I 'do not have a choice' to vote in the previous GE. Being in the public sector previously, I felt that I was been pressurized to vote for the Whites. If not, my life in XXX might not be smooth sailing? I chose to take the neutral stand. Well, my career path in XXX still sux. I'm so glad that I'm OUT!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the hot Hot HOT GRC, Aljunied. My vote is precious. GY is a nice MP but I really like LTK and find myself nodding during his speeches. I din attend any of the rallies, I juz burnt midnight oil watching them online. Haha. The power of new media. I enjoy listening to the speeches at the comfort of my home. I like the smirk look on LTK's face when he talks abt the tiger. And the Ms Chairman, I listened to one of her speech online before knowing who she really is. I was like 'WOW' who is this lady. She's GOOOOOD!! I would say, "Thumbs UP!! For Ms Chairman! Way to go!! You really voiced out what we commoners wanted to say!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heated discussion were on the 2 Lings. The Kate Spade really cannot make it. The first look at her made me feel that she's so fake, spoilt, can't really do much for us face. Well, subsequent incidents proved most of my feeling right. She's a stomper, behaves poorly in front of the media, merely a puppet. As for the other Ms Hot Fav, my impression of her was so-so. Juz had the doubt that she's 24, can she really meet the mark? Well, she had proven her worth. I'm impressed with her performance and I'm getting to like her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have to agree that the opposition party may not have the ability to be the government YET. In time to come, the Whites would not be able to hold the fort either. With the new generation coming in, wiser &amp;amp; educated, does the Whites still thinking they can be easily scared off by the repeated 'threatens' on foreign investors, etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be biased but this is how the Singaporeans of my generation are thinking. I was even shocked that one of my ex-col was been 'warned' for posting anti-Whites and pro opposition stuff on FB. I'm like WTF! Where's our freedom of speech? Do we really have a choice in making that vote?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe there are good Whites in the gang. But there's a limit to who they can do, they are been outnumbered. Ultimately, the tribal head makes the decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how things work in the public sector. If the proposal aim is to help Singaporeans BUT incur cost, sorry, rejected. Project that cut cost (may it benefit the citizens anot) Approve! All these cost being saved. Where did it go?? Is the public service really to serve the citizens? Some do but minority. And being the minority, they hold no power to make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now in GE 2011, is the time we can make a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1911074727158404682?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1911074727158404682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1911074727158404682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1911074727158404682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1911074727158404682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/05/ge-2011.html' title='GE 2011'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3592665435629048329</id><published>2011-04-25T09:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:35:27.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing @ Smith Marine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been quite some time since the last time we had a family outing like this. We went on a one day fishing trip to Smith Marine near Pulau Ubin. Rarely I wake up at 8am on a Sunday.... But it's definitely worth it!! I'm not a fishing enthu but I really enjoyed myself at the fish farm cos I managed to catch some fishy :P If no catch = no fun! Hahaha... Now I'm suffering from the after effect, sun burnt. argh!! I did put sunblock, juz that I din apply properly so some patches I din managed to apply the sunblock. Now I look like a cow... patches here n there red red n painful :( btw, it cost $35 per pax. This includes the boat fees and entrance fees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note, while on the speed boat to the fish farm, the wind n the smell of the sea, made me miss diving even more!!! I wanna go diving....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCZ84E-noWw/TbTLTBaNRgI/AAAAAAAACo0/dIDepXbJEF0/s1600/222352_10150156229556139_738726138_6767122_6231372_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCZ84E-noWw/TbTLTBaNRgI/AAAAAAAACo0/dIDepXbJEF0/s320/222352_10150156229556139_738726138_6767122_6231372_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323764384679426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a shot on board the speed boat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVSzt6Grl5o/TbTLS1VJq8I/AAAAAAAACos/w5TE_QUebIs/s1600/222617_10150156227341139_738726138_6767075_1233067_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVSzt6Grl5o/TbTLS1VJq8I/AAAAAAAACos/w5TE_QUebIs/s320/222617_10150156227341139_738726138_6767075_1233067_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323761142246338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhoring :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnomcH4FgAI/TbTLSzhzBPI/AAAAAAAACok/KnUq16bPy0w/s1600/223368_10150156228466139_738726138_6767099_6758855_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lnomcH4FgAI/TbTLSzhzBPI/AAAAAAAACok/KnUq16bPy0w/s320/223368_10150156228466139_738726138_6767099_6758855_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323760658416882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've reached!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cPzhdzZJxE/TbTLSkKZvdI/AAAAAAAACoc/Pvn7imyV0so/s1600/216029_10150156228041139_738726138_6767092_6681349_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8cPzhdzZJxE/TbTLSkKZvdI/AAAAAAAACoc/Pvn7imyV0so/s320/216029_10150156228041139_738726138_6767092_6681349_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323756533759442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The place is quite BIG!! Saw the floating platform in the background? It's going to be a restaurant. So next time u can juz ask them to cook ur catch n dine there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvJ4BPdhYRU/TbTLEzMp1tI/AAAAAAAACoU/marPHOFV8Hk/s1600/223272_10150156228161139_738726138_6767094_1892055_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvJ4BPdhYRU/TbTLEzMp1tI/AAAAAAAACoU/marPHOFV8Hk/s320/223272_10150156228161139_738726138_6767094_1892055_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323520051566290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where Kor is standing will be the alfresco dine &amp;amp; bar in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz14g_PLsQo/TbTLEor90DI/AAAAAAAACoM/nqwkceMJGlw/s1600/223374_10150156227446139_738726138_6767077_208197_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz14g_PLsQo/TbTLEor90DI/AAAAAAAACoM/nqwkceMJGlw/s320/223374_10150156227446139_738726138_6767077_208197_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323517230108722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Forced' mum n ZY to camwhore with me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxLWUyDn96Y/TbTLEZoZtkI/AAAAAAAACoE/vmYcj3eHIH4/s1600/216313_10150156228606139_738726138_6767100_7577540_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qxLWUyDn96Y/TbTLEZoZtkI/AAAAAAAACoE/vmYcj3eHIH4/s320/216313_10150156228606139_738726138_6767100_7577540_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323513188628034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some random parts of the fish farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrI0nAV4Xvo/TbTLES_U7iI/AAAAAAAACn8/PAvisDk4dTo/s1600/221733_10150156227866139_738726138_6767088_8332318_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XrI0nAV4Xvo/TbTLES_U7iI/AAAAAAAACn8/PAvisDk4dTo/s320/221733_10150156227866139_738726138_6767088_8332318_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323511405735458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYNeiKYNM9E/TbTLEH7B4GI/AAAAAAAACn0/7JTeSI0t7wI/s1600/221700_10150156229676139_738726138_6767124_3451760_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYNeiKYNM9E/TbTLEH7B4GI/AAAAAAAACn0/7JTeSI0t7wI/s320/221700_10150156229676139_738726138_6767124_3451760_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323508434919522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUTs9OdkRHQ/TbTKuZ4seiI/AAAAAAAACns/lOHinyDjC8w/s1600/222477_10150156229811139_738726138_6767127_3179793_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUTs9OdkRHQ/TbTKuZ4seiI/AAAAAAAACns/lOHinyDjC8w/s320/222477_10150156229811139_738726138_6767127_3179793_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323135299844642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top view 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mk6mzlw_uyA/TbTKuKBgodI/AAAAAAAACnk/Q5VI1Aaotao/s1600/224172_10150156229051139_738726138_6767109_244472_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mk6mzlw_uyA/TbTKuKBgodI/AAAAAAAACnk/Q5VI1Aaotao/s320/224172_10150156229051139_738726138_6767109_244472_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323131041849810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KOI??? Right in the middle of the sea???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDwe16RvvBM/TbTKt4Wnq1I/AAAAAAAACnc/b7zrDj9_ruI/s1600/222648_10150156230541139_738726138_6767144_1951541_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CDwe16RvvBM/TbTKt4Wnq1I/AAAAAAAACnc/b7zrDj9_ruI/s320/222648_10150156230541139_738726138_6767144_1951541_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323126298553170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZY the Fisherkid :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtEipVCbDmg/TbTKtus3tUI/AAAAAAAACnU/oLXzofRLSCQ/s1600/217288_10150156230811139_738726138_6767152_2821255_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtEipVCbDmg/TbTKtus3tUI/AAAAAAAACnU/oLXzofRLSCQ/s320/217288_10150156230811139_738726138_6767152_2821255_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323123707524418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I caught 2 fishes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djLNaWIK6Ik/TbTKtQkJBjI/AAAAAAAACnM/rInVpRXDTjo/s1600/222512_10150156231296139_738726138_6767163_7076187_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djLNaWIK6Ik/TbTKtQkJBjI/AAAAAAAACnM/rInVpRXDTjo/s320/222512_10150156231296139_738726138_6767163_7076187_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323115617846834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This catch is a bit different. You can fish the fishes in the fish farm but it cost u $12 per catch. If u fish at the open sea, it's free unlimited fishing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking what to do for your next weekend? Try fishing :) Oh btw, we brought our own rods n stuff.... I dunno if they do equipment rental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I got to know the place? Well, as my bro is a 'fishing celebrity' (quoted from him), he was invited by the owner of the fish farm to go. But it wasn't FOC =.= why like that? Thut it's an invitation??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3592665435629048329?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3592665435629048329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3592665435629048329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3592665435629048329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3592665435629048329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/04/fishing-smith-marine.html' title='Fishing @ Smith Marine'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCZ84E-noWw/TbTLTBaNRgI/AAAAAAAACo0/dIDepXbJEF0/s72-c/222352_10150156229556139_738726138_6767122_6231372_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4790495075171804517</id><published>2011-04-13T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:37:26.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>When I'm independent, someone told me that as a girl, I need to be dependent at times n not being always so hard up. When I tried to be dependent, I realized I end up having to be independent instead. This is so contradicting. I wish I have someone for me to be depend on but it juz seems like I hav to strive on my own n take care of myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll juz stick to being independent n free myself from heartaches. I've learnt to love myself more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4790495075171804517?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4790495075171804517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4790495075171804517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4790495075171804517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4790495075171804517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/04/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3756820072678233600</id><published>2011-04-04T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:23:36.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVER Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-aRFn9EEEM/TZklJjtJxvI/AAAAAAAACnE/q2VRUszjvcs/s1600/208082_10150139629476139_738726138_6611976_4418032_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-aRFn9EEEM/TZklJjtJxvI/AAAAAAAACnE/q2VRUszjvcs/s320/208082_10150139629476139_738726138_6611976_4418032_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591541258490857202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended one of this event under Real Love Works 2011. It's night filled with songs, music, laughter and LOVE :) BB has nv been to watch any musicals/play before, so I took this kuku to go see look see look. He thut it's gng to be artsy fartsy, common misconception which most ppl wld hav, but it turned out to be funny and enjoyable for him :D Glad he loves it like I do! The tickets was only $20 per couple. Dirt cheap!! And we got a goodie bag each which includes a set of couple card game which is quite interesting. We are thinking of sharing the game with our couple frens out there :P Next Wala Wala date?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my heading states &lt;b&gt;LOVER&lt;/b&gt; Language. What exactly is LOVER Language? It's not as in saying I LOVE YOU in English, Mandarin, etc, it's about how to communicate between couple. It's one of the take home message from the musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lovey-Dovey&lt;/b&gt;. Don't be afraid to show ur love!! It can be small actions like holding ur partner's hand while crossing the road, help ur partner to wipe off the sauce he/she stain at the side of the lips, etc. It's an act of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Offer.&lt;/b&gt; Not Orgasm huh! I know what u r thinking!!! Offer to help. Like offer to help wash the dishes, offer to massage ur partner after a long tiring day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vocalise.&lt;/b&gt; None of us are Jean Grey in X-Men. We cannot read other ppl's mind. So speak up!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enthusiasm. &lt;/b&gt;Be enthu towards ur relationship. Who wld love to face a black, charcoal face everyday? Who wld wan to talk to a dead log? Enthusiasm keeps the r/s exciting and there's always something to look forward to :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Receive.&lt;/b&gt; Why do you need to wait till anniversaries, bdays, Valentine's Day den you do something special or buy gifts for your partner?? Shower ur partner with gifts (love). It need not be something expensive. It could be her favourite ice cream, the pair of soccer boots he's been eyeing... Be observant. He/she will appreciate that ur little gesture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know many ppl already know all these. But how many of you are practising it? Be honest here!! Sometimes we are overwhelmed by other stuff in life like work, children, parents... we just 'forgot' how to love our partner. It's nv too late to start speaking in LOVER Language. Maybe u can grab a bottle of massage oil on ur way home today and immerse in an evening of love. Monday may not be so blue after all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3756820072678233600?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3756820072678233600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3756820072678233600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3756820072678233600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3756820072678233600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/04/lover-language.html' title='LOVER Language'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-aRFn9EEEM/TZklJjtJxvI/AAAAAAAACnE/q2VRUszjvcs/s72-c/208082_10150139629476139_738726138_6611976_4418032_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7102837799794737309</id><published>2011-04-01T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:20:27.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It's April Fool's Day again. I always tell ppl that it's a big joke that I ended up working here. And today marks my 6th year here. HA! But this year, I'm happier cos I'm leaving SOON. Picked the auspicious date of 4 April to throw my resignation letter. It's like finally... I told myself only to stay here for 2 years... But with a blink of eye, I'm here for 6 long years!! Unbelievable. I will miss my wonderful colleagues here. Ppl whom accompany me thr'out the long draggy days at work and watched me grow from a noob to an 'old bird' now. Hahaha. I've learnt a lot of things here. In order to survive here...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;101 Survival Kit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always cover your ass with black and white documentation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's about what your boss like, not what you like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not about how capable you are, it's about how obedient you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never to offend your boss, they are petty like school girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good actor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great smoker.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taiji Master.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work smart, not work hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create positive impression. Even if you are not that good but you have created that impression that you are good, you are forever good in your boss' eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always put your boss' 'face' before your pride. Their 'face' is more valuable than your pride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I dunno how to wear a mask n bootlick the boss. So I'm still a AM after 6 years. Kanna rejected for promotion for 2 years. Though my HOD told me 1000x not to confront my Director on this issue when I go for my exit interview. But, if I dun voice out, I know, I can nv rest in peace. I need to slap tat idiot in the face. Though it's not going to change anything but at least, I let out my anger and screw that detestable Director left, right, centre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-7102837799794737309?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7102837799794737309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7102837799794737309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7102837799794737309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7102837799794737309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/04/6th-anniversary.html' title='6th Anniversary'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3419367402826758084</id><published>2011-03-31T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:50:51.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Image. Refreshing!</title><content type='html'>Finally changed a new blog skin... well, it's from the templates but I love it :) Gives me the Summer Feel! Simple and nice. Partly is bcos I'm lazy too lah. But I still wanna change my blog skin. Tired of the old one already... Anyway I oso eat too full. So decided to do something abt my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the negative comments on how I yearn for attention and always wanting to be in the spotlight, I still wan to continue blogging and post on my FB. I do agree with my fren, everyone enjoys being in the limelight. But I'm doing not it like deliberately. Inviting ppl to come view my FB profile or read my blog!! Anyway, I might hav to purposely seek attention when I start my new job. Cos I NEED lots n lots of ppl to know me and what I'm doing!!! I'm a soon to be property agent btw, if u r sooooo slow n hav yet to realise. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, satisfied with my new artwork, I'm gng to take a shower n meet Mr Zhou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm still pissed with tat someone who made that comment abt me today. ROAAARRR!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3419367402826758084?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3419367402826758084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3419367402826758084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3419367402826758084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3419367402826758084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-image.html' title='New Image. Refreshing!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1069611127435512139</id><published>2011-03-31T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:52:18.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dun like it, den stay off!!</title><content type='html'>Some ppl are so weird, they dun like what u post on ur FB, they dun like wat u wrote on ur blog but they still wan to go n read them n view ur FB wall. What's wrong with these ppl? I seriously think that they are seriously ill mentally. If u dun like something y keep on doing it n make urself irritated by it? Seriously, who in the right mind wld want to do that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've said a 1000x why I maintain a blog. It's to keep my dearies update of what's happening in my life cos we dun meet up often and also an avenue to vent my frustrations, anger, etc. It works like a therapy for me. I wld cool down n feel better after blogging. Is that a sin? Some ppl juz have to accuse me of yearning to be in the spotlight and attention seeking. WTF! This just goes to show how well u know me. Ppl ard, me and of cos my readers, know very well that writing down what makes me upset helps me to find back my internal balance. I dun wan my blog to be juz be filled with unhappy, angry events, so I hav some happy moments to share with my readers. Knowing that I do have happy times as well. I'm not juz a whiny, grumpy lady who complains and curses all the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I cannot take negative comments. I hate it when ppl say things abt me that's not true! I'll feel damn pissed off with it. If what I post really irks u so much, den please f**k off lah!! Nobody force u to read!! NB!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1069611127435512139?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1069611127435512139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1069611127435512139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1069611127435512139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1069611127435512139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-dun-like-it-den-stay-off.html' title='If you dun like it, den stay off!!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6154171278509518933</id><published>2011-03-30T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:06:39.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/706582/2/istockphoto_706582-frustrated-computer-user.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/706582/2/istockphoto_706582-frustrated-computer-user.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F**k those phonecalls! F**k those cases!! F**k the super laggy laptop!!! I really feel like strangling the customers, tear/shred/burn those case files &amp;amp; smash the lousy laptop!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early in the morning by 9am I already received 3 phonecalls!! All call n LPKB!! TMD!! I dun owe u k? KNN!!! It's u stupid join what lousy company that cant even afford to pay for your CPF or eat your CPF. It's not my fault!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After diligent clearance for the past dunno how many days/weeks, I'm still at Jan 11 cases. Mar is coming to an end lo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna faster do my work, the laptop juz dun cooperate with the dinosaur system. It auto close the window &lt;b&gt;EVERYTIME&lt;/b&gt; I try to print. I have to login like &lt;b&gt;6-7 times&lt;/b&gt; into the system juz to print &lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt; stupid page!!! NB!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Friday marks my 6th yr anniversary in CPF Board. Then on Monday, I'm throwing my resignation letter and fry my boss cuttlefish! Adious su*kers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6154171278509518933?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6154171278509518933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6154171278509518933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6154171278509518933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6154171278509518933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/03/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3872981563052950490</id><published>2011-03-27T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:27:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to have my photo taken for my namecard. Cost me $47 :( It consist of 8 passport size photo and 1 4R photo. Duh. Damn good money that they earn!! KNS!! They took like 10+ photos and I only choose one. Lucky only choose one!! Cos most of them CMI de... Ok, it's me who CMI... Well, the was the best shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I juz find the ribbon so corny.... =.= juz look so obiang n old sch lo... ERA dunno how long nv change their 'uniform' liao.... Lucky I no need to wear it EVERYDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-8viMKXXxU/TY9WdNgI1-I/AAAAAAAACm0/khotPCcYhw4/s1600/DSC_5019aaa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-8viMKXXxU/TY9WdNgI1-I/AAAAAAAACm0/khotPCcYhw4/s320/DSC_5019aaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588780722430728162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lk1lxpXaYao/TY9WdB4twXI/AAAAAAAACms/HDtU4ytJS00/s1600/DSC_5019aa--.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lk1lxpXaYao/TY9WdB4twXI/AAAAAAAACms/HDtU4ytJS00/s320/DSC_5019aa--.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588780719312585074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3872981563052950490?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3872981563052950490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3872981563052950490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3872981563052950490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3872981563052950490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/03/picture-me.html' title='Picture Me'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-8viMKXXxU/TY9WdNgI1-I/AAAAAAAACm0/khotPCcYhw4/s72-c/DSC_5019aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6128750588560148076</id><published>2011-03-18T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:42:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvQw43zdAhs/TYLhE5sO6AI/AAAAAAAACmk/SdR3o2ppn6U/s1600/Picture%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvQw43zdAhs/TYLhE5sO6AI/AAAAAAAACmk/SdR3o2ppn6U/s320/Picture%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585273962214909954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought this pillow for my Bb when I was at JB. Cos it's so cute!!! And my Bb loves having lots of pillows on his bed. He says it's more comfy. All his pillows n bolster got name de lo! Another purpose is that I get to hug it when I sleepover at his place :) But lately, or shld I say for the past 1 mth+, cinnamon has been a PR in my hse. Hahaha... Since CNY... Bb let me brg it with me to msia to keep me company, cos he not ard mah. Last night I asked him whether he wants me to brg it over for him when I go pick him up for Sally's grad concert. He asked, "Like that u at night can slp ma?" I tink for a sec n replied,"I hugged it to sleep every night de lo..."&lt;div&gt;"Like that u better keep it with u ba." he said. Haha... so now cinnamon is offically a PR on my bed :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bo liao this morning la. So I took a pic with it. Wanna send to Bb but he in camp, no iPhone for him. So I used it as my blog entry instead. keke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6128750588560148076?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6128750588560148076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6128750588560148076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6128750588560148076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6128750588560148076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/03/cinnamon-roll.html' title='Cinnamon Roll'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lvQw43zdAhs/TYLhE5sO6AI/AAAAAAAACmk/SdR3o2ppn6U/s72-c/Picture%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4509378996220337384</id><published>2011-03-11T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:52:46.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>It's Friday!! Who has the mood to work?? Maybe it's juz me. Hahaha... ORD mood now. Taking this bold step n moving out of my comfort zone. It's now or never. After my long hospitalization leave last year for 2.5 mths, I did a lot of thinking (and of cos sleeping too...) on what I wan to do and achieve in life. Staying on in my current job is leading me nowhere close to my goals. It's oso not the kind of life I wanna have. Waking up at 6.20am every morning, squeeze with the morning crowd and go to work. Handle those irritating customers and face that idiotic Big Boss who rejected my promotion TWICE! I have had enough of all these after being here for 6 long years. I always know I'm not cut to work a 9-5 job. That's why I ended up on my first shitty job cos it's a shift job. Den I came here. Tahan for 6 years, I've reached my limit. Moving on to property line will achieve my desired working hours. haha.. Call me lazy but I prefer to manage my own time than be restricted. What's more, I'm not getting appreciated for the work done. In addition, still have these 38 ppl ard backstabbing me by telling big boss abt stuff of my personal life. What I do in my personal life DOES NOT affect my work. So why was it being taken into consideration for my promotion?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I even start my property agent job, I've spent a few thousands on it le. Going for the courses, exam fees, registration, etc. Yest I even bought my MacBook Pro. Lucky I managed to get some discount and reimbursement... And my 'irritating' bro hands+legs very fast lo. By the time I got home, my desktop was already in his room!! Hahaha... But it's ok nah, I love this 'irritating' bro of mine :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;万事起头难. I juz hav to cross this hurdle and push myself to the limit. I need all my readers help too :) Not juz you guys wanna buy/sell house, can refer your relatives/frens to me too!! ALSO, not juz residential properties, included commercial as well!! FYI, commercial properties are the up coming horse in property industry. If you have the funds, invest in commercial. Residential properties are facing too much 'cooling measures' restrictions imposed by the govt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a loving bf. We may have little dispute from time to time, well, which couple doesn't? Some ppl enjoying seeing me kanna dump and find amusement in reading my emo posts. These ppl are sick. Or they cant stand me being happy n blissful? Time will tell whether we can hold this relationship tgt anot. Of cos I face pressure from my frens whom many are married n with kids!! And from my mum as well. Keep nagging me that he's not the one for me, cnt take care of me, he's not gd enuff for me, I can find someone better, etc... There was even once she say until she broke down n cry. I know she meant well. But who is to judge who is better? All I need is a man who knows how to love n pamper me right. I have my own career, I can support myself. A companion is the main focus. No point finding someone who can provide me with everything which money can buy but we cnt connect emotionally n mentally. What kind of relationship are we having den? Of cos, I dun wan a 小白脸 la. Siao ah. I earn money so difficult n still need to provide for him? I already have a money sucker in my life. I dun need another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are getting too heavy for a Friday morning here. Stop thinking n worrying over nothing. Haha. I'm having my pri sch gathering tonight!! Oh gosh!! It's been 17 years... This is scary... hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4509378996220337384?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4509378996220337384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4509378996220337384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4509378996220337384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4509378996220337384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5032759491883653955</id><published>2011-02-14T08:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:13:33.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c.universalscraps.com/files/en/hello.kitty/hello_kitty_006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 221px;" src="http://c.universalscraps.com/files/en/hello.kitty/hello_kitty_006.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentine's Day again. Last year, it falls on CNY and it was a not-so-happy Vday for me n my den bf. It was terrible+horrible. I had a better Vday being single than with him. Well... I hope this year wld be different... but I'm not pinning my hopes high... as I have a feeling I'm gonna be disappointed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do u tink of when ppl mention Vday? Flowers, chocolates, candlelight dinner? This morning, the usu train conductor was there to greet everyone Good Morning. Today she added, "Happy Valentine's Day!! Rem to buy flowers for your special someone!" haha.. I rem blogging about where to buy cheap flowers whereby u can impress ur valentine and at the same time save ur pocket :P This year, I gng to talk abt something more personal ba. It was inspired by a qn I was been asked last night. Do all girls love to receive flowers? Of cos they do! Even though some might say it's a waste of money to buy flowers.... nevertheless, they STILL do love receiving them :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first bouquet of flowers was received when I was 15. I went on a school field trip to Malaysia. I got to know this guy during the trip and he gave me a bouquet of pick roses at the end of the trip! Right in front of everyone on board the coach. I felt that if I dun accept the flowers, he'll be so malu. Esp it takes a lot of courage to perform such stunt. Haha... Well, he's nice n took care of me when I got motion sickness on our way up Cameron Highland... but he's wasn't my cup of tea... I was only 15 den!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years later, I received my first bouquet of white lilies. 9 lilies in total. It was a high bouquet and I cant even see the delivery man when I was delivered to my house! Lol~ My den bf was in BMT and ordered the flowers to be sent to me cos he couldn't give them to me on my bday on his own. Sweet isn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 21, I received my first and only bouquet of flowers on Vday. Pink roses again =.= I dun like roses nah... but it still felt sweet inside :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a bouquet of pink roses AGAIN on my 23 bday.... it was from my ex hb. Later he learnt that my fav is white lilies NOT pink roses... haha... I rem once I told him that I wld picture him carrying a bouquet of white lily and wait for me to end work at my office. That very day I told him, he was waiting for me at the exit with a bouquet of white lily. Just one white lily. I asked him why only ONE? He said he'll add one stalk each year. I got a 2 stalk bouquet the following year and then.... no more... it stopped at 2....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 years ago, I met this guy. I told him I love to receive flowers... den he started to send too many. Until the flowers lost it's meaning... I told him he need not have to send me big bouquet every time n so oft! Ppl always says it's the thut that counts. So even if he juz gave me ONE stalk. I wld be happy. Simplicity is beauty. I always stressed this fact to him. But well, I guess we are of diff freq and we were juz not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish everyone will have a great Vday today. Be it you are single or attached, Vday is the day to spread ur love ard :) Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5032759491883653955?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5032759491883653955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5032759491883653955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5032759491883653955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5032759491883653955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3038994906340258181</id><published>2011-02-09T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:17:41.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>认老</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;他们都长大了. 我这个姐姐不得不认老. 昨晚, 表弟结婚了! 也快当爸爸了. 我也已不年轻了. 明年就步入三十了!! 好可怕!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在此祝贺表弟新婚快乐, 甜甜蜜蜜, 宝宝健康出世 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TVIfDNnyrDI/AAAAAAAACmc/qd97LXMTYKk/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TVIfDNnyrDI/AAAAAAAACmc/qd97LXMTYKk/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571549829067353138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3038994906340258181?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3038994906340258181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3038994906340258181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3038994906340258181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3038994906340258181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='认老'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TVIfDNnyrDI/AAAAAAAACmc/qd97LXMTYKk/s72-c/IMG_0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7385905442451288378</id><published>2011-01-27T08:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:15:51.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hatch Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last Friday marks my 29th bday. Gosh! I'm getting old already!! But still... I party and had fun!! Hahaha!!! It's a cartoony theme last Friday at Crewroom. Everyone who was invited to my party had to dress in cartoon tee. If not, punishment will be imposed!! It turned out to be a blessing rather than a punishment. Well, I'm such a nice, sweet, loving lady... haha!! Those who didn't come in cartoon tee will hav to pin my fav hello kitty on them and drink from the personal shot glass a shot of Macallan! They got to keep the shot glass though. So they say dun wear better, still got freebie =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have selected some pics to upload to my blog. If you are interested to view more pics, go to my FB!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCTu_-4uI/AAAAAAAACmQ/UR3GZ_oR49M/s1600/169027_488656801138_738726138_6113351_4706357_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCTu_-4uI/AAAAAAAACmQ/UR3GZ_oR49M/s320/169027_488656801138_738726138_6113351_4706357_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662783719629538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From my precious love :D Isn't it beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCTV5jWTI/AAAAAAAACmI/SRxX713OnmE/s1600/179801_488674311138_738726138_6113480_5680071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCTV5jWTI/AAAAAAAACmI/SRxX713OnmE/s320/179801_488674311138_738726138_6113480_5680071_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662776981772594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From my darling bro n gf. He's a sweetie la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCIuMD8oI/AAAAAAAACmA/nHP9gwM44Rc/s1600/165631_488659156138_738726138_6113366_4475361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCIuMD8oI/AAAAAAAACmA/nHP9gwM44Rc/s320/165631_488659156138_738726138_6113366_4475361_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662594523296386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From my friends, my colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCIaQn4YI/AAAAAAAACl4/c8gPahrYDZk/s1600/167368_488658486138_738726138_6113364_4785855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCIaQn4YI/AAAAAAAACl4/c8gPahrYDZk/s320/167368_488658486138_738726138_6113364_4785855_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662589173719426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From my Ohana Clan. Haha... prezzie specifically stated by ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCID1nWfI/AAAAAAAAClw/riaZD5thouU/s1600/167537_488672251138_738726138_6113467_4320212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCID1nWfI/AAAAAAAAClw/riaZD5thouU/s320/167537_488672251138_738726138_6113467_4320212_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662583154858482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From my Godsister. It was really a surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCHyQtgBI/AAAAAAAAClo/nT9Ave9zFKM/s1600/168452_487892171138_738726138_6103920_6043087_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCHyQtgBI/AAAAAAAAClo/nT9Ave9zFKM/s320/168452_487892171138_738726138_6103920_6043087_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662578436669458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Mr Fav &amp;amp; PPU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCH9ThAVI/AAAAAAAAClg/7Lmkesk2bdI/s1600/168315_484564596138_738726138_6057674_691083_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCH9ThAVI/AAAAAAAAClg/7Lmkesk2bdI/s320/168315_484564596138_738726138_6057674_691083_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566662581401223506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First bday prezzie, from my si jiu gui fren to me this jiu gui :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGzt5qcI/AAAAAAAAClY/Sj1gX7Q0Eeo/s1600/180118_489236946138_738726138_6122892_7634568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGzt5qcI/AAAAAAAAClY/Sj1gX7Q0Eeo/s320/180118_489236946138_738726138_6122892_7634568_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566661462136039874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my MAN! The sweetest BB on earth :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGvT4EWI/AAAAAAAAClQ/eOEo97aUtZc/s1600/167694_489230561138_738726138_6122710_942802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGvT4EWI/AAAAAAAAClQ/eOEo97aUtZc/s320/167694_489230561138_738726138_6122710_942802_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566661460953141602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My darling bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGqkVGdI/AAAAAAAAClI/AVreVPz81eY/s1600/168397_489230961138_738726138_6122724_5473615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGqkVGdI/AAAAAAAAClI/AVreVPz81eY/s320/168397_489230961138_738726138_6122724_5473615_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566661459679975890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First batch who got forfeited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGX0LjkI/AAAAAAAAClA/_YpapR851mc/s1600/167248_489234151138_738726138_6122820_3584742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGX0LjkI/AAAAAAAAClA/_YpapR851mc/s320/167248_489234151138_738726138_6122820_3584742_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566661454646185538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bell n cousin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGAtrobI/AAAAAAAACk4/2Fl0uwzZra4/s1600/163270_489232761138_738726138_6122783_7128915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDBGAtrobI/AAAAAAAACk4/2Fl0uwzZra4/s320/163270_489232761138_738726138_6122783_7128915_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566661448444912050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Kitty got abused!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAm-DCsBI/AAAAAAAACkw/Do4CwlseEOc/s1600/169092_489235166138_738726138_6122847_3885526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAm-DCsBI/AAAAAAAACkw/Do4CwlseEOc/s320/169092_489235166138_738726138_6122847_3885526_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660915153252370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicky bro looks like a salesman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAm-b9u-I/AAAAAAAACko/7cDwZQZ8iAk/s1600/167906_489231196138_738726138_6122730_4093568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAm-b9u-I/AAAAAAAACko/7cDwZQZ8iAk/s320/167906_489231196138_738726138_6122730_4093568_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660915257785314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The couple who got punished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAms9NuWI/AAAAAAAACkg/nZgg2ubfiFE/s1600/179043_489236556138_738726138_6122882_3172233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAms9NuWI/AAAAAAAACkg/nZgg2ubfiFE/s320/179043_489236556138_738726138_6122882_3172233_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660910565407074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cookie Monster Couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAmZE-0mI/AAAAAAAACkY/W_TrNtT9m-g/s1600/179603_489233491138_738726138_6122806_4212293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAmZE-0mI/AAAAAAAACkY/W_TrNtT9m-g/s320/179603_489233491138_738726138_6122806_4212293_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660905229275746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAmBZsHfI/AAAAAAAACkQ/5QeckHvSsMs/s1600/180184_489233216138_738726138_6122798_7971651_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDAmBZsHfI/AAAAAAAACkQ/5QeckHvSsMs/s320/180184_489233216138_738726138_6122798_7971651_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660898873679346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fei Lou came to wish me Happy Birthday and rushed off. But he was not spared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_1MIKi3I/AAAAAAAACkI/PmW6FvT6D68/s1600/180539_489230601138_738726138_6122712_2944581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_1MIKi3I/AAAAAAAACkI/PmW6FvT6D68/s320/180539_489230601138_738726138_6122712_2944581_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660059939375986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for supporting my theme, my dear Ohana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_08nx-2I/AAAAAAAACkA/qLQwD-DTjyQ/s1600/179334_489231811138_738726138_6122748_5873713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_08nx-2I/AAAAAAAACkA/qLQwD-DTjyQ/s320/179334_489231811138_738726138_6122748_5873713_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660055777016674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bb with MY Band of Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_0d7dEpI/AAAAAAAACj4/NxwT8XV_qKE/s1600/167682_489233741138_738726138_6122811_2952472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_0d7dEpI/AAAAAAAACj4/NxwT8XV_qKE/s320/167682_489233741138_738726138_6122811_2952472_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660047538033298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing..... My friends, My Colleagues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_zhpZuOI/AAAAAAAACjw/e06JEevhz8c/s1600/179028_489238391138_738726138_6122920_7408627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_zhpZuOI/AAAAAAAACjw/e06JEevhz8c/s320/179028_489238391138_738726138_6122920_7408627_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660031356188898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bb's Band of Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_zXhVtWI/AAAAAAAACjo/CIH1JYtYnPk/s1600/165381_489239886138_738726138_6122948_1346511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUC_zXhVtWI/AAAAAAAACjo/CIH1JYtYnPk/s320/165381_489239886138_738726138_6122948_1346511_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566660028638016866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of cos not forgetting the short prata meetup with my cuzzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the bday cake :) And Xiong xiong for the treat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm truly a blessed girl... erm lady... Every year my wish is the same. This year is the best wish granted ever!!! I guessed that's why I cried that night on my bday. Until my eyes all swollen.... I sincerely appreciate everyone of you for being in my life and painting my life with all sort of colours! I love you guys and I love my MAN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-7385905442451288378?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7385905442451288378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7385905442451288378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7385905442451288378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7385905442451288378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-hatch-day.html' title='My Hatch Day!!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TUDCTu_-4uI/AAAAAAAACmQ/UR3GZ_oR49M/s72-c/169027_488656801138_738726138_6113351_4706357_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2720819735308477887</id><published>2011-01-18T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:30:45.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fertility Rate</title><content type='html'>The government introduced measures after measures and pumps in 1.6 billion in hope of pushing up the fertility rate. They are merely targeting the monetary issue of why couples are not having babies. Yes, it is costly to have kids, raising them and giving them the best education. So the government came up with baby bonus, longer maternity leave, etc in hope of tantalising the married couples to make babies. Despite all the effort in promoting and throwing in 0.6% of our GDP, the fertility rate continued to slide downhill.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip side, the prices of housing are soaring up high and the government came up with new policies to pull down the prices. They introduced the Seller's Stamp Duty (SSD) in Aug 2010, which sellers need to pay this SSD if they sell their flats within 3 years. On 14 Jan 2011, they lengthened the period to 4 years and increased the SSD payable. Deter those speculators from locking in short term possession of the flats and selling in short period of time. In hope of releasing more supply of flats into the market for those who are really looking for a house to call their home. They also lowered the Loan-to-Valuation (LTV) from 80% to 70% if one has existing housing loan. Those who wish to upgrade their homes to bigger space are now faced in the situation whereby they need to fork out more cash as they can now loan lesser for their housing or still eligible for the 80% loan if they sell their current housing and buy a new flat. For the latter, there would be a downtime in between whereby the family has no place to stay but to turn to rented flats for temporary shelter. Which means increasing the cost to upgrade their homes and moving twice incurring more cost. What does this imply? Does it release more supply of resale flat into the market for real buyers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holding period is now longer before one can sell their flat. Which means that there would be a decreased in supply as the flats are been locked in for sale. The current supply is already insufficient to match the demand, by locking in the supply of flats would only push the prices higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Families who wish to upgrade their homes due to bigger family now has to reconsider. The new policy makes it troublesome to move big families and not to mention the cost involved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how is this related to the fertility rate mentioned at the beginning. Well, we all know we need to have shelter before we can consider settling down to setup a family. With the decrease in supply of flats from the resale market, those couples whom want to get married and start a family are unable to, even if they want to. Are these couples able to afford the ridiculously high Cash-over-valuation (COV) portion? Ok, maybe young couples are not cash rich to buy resale, so they wait for Build-to-Order (BTOs) from HDB. But, looking at the figures every month on the number of people applying for the BTOs, how many actually got a chance to own a flat? There are people who applied 9-10 times or even 20 times for a BTO flat. But still, they don't get a queue number or their number is 2 times the flats available. The government claimed that priority are given to first timers and those stay near parents, but this was not seen in the real life cases of the applicants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consider this scenario, a couple met in University and they decided to work a few years before deciding to settle down. They graduate at 21 &amp;amp; 23 respectively. So work for 4-5 years, they are now 25 &amp;amp; 27. They applied for a BTO flat. Wait for another 4-5 years for the project to complete. they are now 30 &amp;amp; 32. So how many kids the government is expecting the couple to have? This scenario is if they are so lucky to get a flat so soon. Also, if they get hitch at a later age den it's a whole new story.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the 2 Fs go hand in hand. You want the young Singaporeans to procreate and start a Family, you provide the chance for them to buy a Flat more easily. Not having to wait for years in order to get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope the government can 'marry' the 2 when making policies to boost birth rate and to curb housing issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2720819735308477887?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2720819735308477887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2720819735308477887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2720819735308477887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2720819735308477887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/01/fertility-rate.html' title='Fertility Rate'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1507849523144453675</id><published>2011-01-17T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:36:11.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Chewy Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I admit. I'm needy and wanna stick to my bf ALL the time. Hahaha... I wasn't like this in the past. I used to be independent and wld get sick of it if my bf wanna meet me more than 3 times a week! hahaha. I will cannot stand it and find him irritating. Now I'm the Sticky Chewy Chocolate. Irony. The more you hate/dislike something, the more you would be ended up with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 2 weekends we juz spent it nuahing at home, play Xbox Kinect n have home cooked food. Love the time spent tgt. But a small, tiny part of me is still having the insecure feeling. I know he loves me more than I love him. I know he wants to stay and will be. BUT I juz feel scared. The more I have grown to love him, the fear gets stronger. I guess is the fear of losing. Cos the more u love someone, the more u dun wanna lose tat someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Fri, BB went out with his frens after work. I went for my class. I asked if I cld go find him after my class, but the ans wasn't positive. He said he also need time to be out with his frens. I was a little hurt at first. Cos he was out with them on Thu. Den Fri still exclude me again. It's Fri leh. But I still let him go. I know we both need our personally space. So I went to meet my frens. He came to find me after that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a relationship is like tat. Need to give n take. If I insisted that he meet me on Fri den we wld end up with an argument, he not happy, I not happy, his frens oso not happy. Certain things we can compromise and hav a better outcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1507849523144453675?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1507849523144453675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1507849523144453675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1507849523144453675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1507849523144453675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2011/01/sticky-chewy-chocolate.html' title='Sticky Chewy Chocolate!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-8831942881299275283</id><published>2010-12-29T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:02:59.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today marks our 4th month of togetherness :) Little hiccups along the way but we managed to overcome them and kiss and makeup :) It's oso thr these little arguments which makes us understand each other better and grow closer together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through better or worse, I will still love you, my darling baby oskie :) MUACKZ! Happy 4th Month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TRqU3l_kZyI/AAAAAAAACjg/Fqk9wDRIga8/s1600/77610_481847833391_534138391_6031330_4733881_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TRqU3l_kZyI/AAAAAAAACjg/Fqk9wDRIga8/s320/77610_481847833391_534138391_6031330_4733881_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555916773127382818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-8831942881299275283?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/8831942881299275283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=8831942881299275283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8831942881299275283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8831942881299275283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-4th-month.html' title='Happy 4th Month!!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TRqU3l_kZyI/AAAAAAAACjg/Fqk9wDRIga8/s72-c/77610_481847833391_534138391_6031330_4733881_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-216529233279115308</id><published>2010-12-01T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:54:46.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so glad</title><content type='html'>Something juz strike me. I'm so glad that Mr Ex is totally out of my life. Somehow, I felt so disgusted by the thut tat I even know such a person n we even with this kind of person. It makes me sick. Personally, I hate liars n pretenders. He is both. How can I be so blinded by his false outlook and be hypnotized by his sweet nothings. It's really so silly of me n yet got so upset n cui over the breakup. He's definitely not worth it. He's someone I wished I have had never met or known. Thinking back, he did not love me for who I am n what I am. He juz wan to mould me to what I am not. To suit himself n want me to accommodate. I become no longer myself. Losing myself in the r/s. This is worse thing to happen to anyone. I only realized this fact now. Later, he realized he could not change me to what he wants me to be, so he left. I so glad he did. So I can find back myself n found my gem in the rubbish dump. That's my sweet Oskie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bb Oskie can be a bit blocked head at times but he's real. Not pretending to be nice. He is just being himself. He loves me for who I am and what I am. I am so much happier now. I'm immersing in my simple blissfulness. All thanks to my darling Bb. Muackz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-216529233279115308?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/216529233279115308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=216529233279115308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/216529233279115308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/216529233279115308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-glad.html' title='I&apos;m so glad'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1852856571475666909</id><published>2010-11-23T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:49:09.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawer of Memories...</title><content type='html'>I have a little drawer which I keep all sorts of stuff... Well, Bb showed me his 'Box of Secrets' today and it triggered me to take a stroll down memory lane by opening my 'Drawer of Memories'. Really have lots of stuff inside. Hahaha... kind of interesting to read thr the old letters, cards n stuff... The memories stretched as far back as 20 yrs ago? Haha... That's y I'm Grungie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only stuff from my past relationships, but also stuff from my cuzzies, frens and little rascals I used to take care of at the Childcare centre :) Some I dun even rem them (I'm so so so so sorry I've forgotten who u r :( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this little story which I wanna share with my readers... It took place more than 10 yrs ago... Now thinking of it I juz smile... The 男主角 let's call him W ba. I know W when I was 13. He was 3 yrs my senior in school. He's juz like a sweet elder bro n takes gd care of us juniors. He grad den left the school. We were all sad but that's part n parcel of life isn't it? Well, like in those 偶像剧, W n I meet at my relative's wedding... My distant auntie's husband is an officer and W happened to be an officer during NS. So he was present at the wedding for the army style march-in stuff. We exchanged numbers and things started from there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a signed-on officer. We chatted on the phone and he invited me to attend some kind of dinner for his army. I wanted so much to go but my mum is really strict with me that I have curfew at 9pm. I didn't get to go. I was only 16/17 den. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;天意弄人。He left SG to UK to further his studies. My heart shattered. I could sense that he felt something for me too. But we were both very young n 'gong-gong' back den. We communicate thr emails n letters. I still rem my JC classmates still teased me abt 'London Boy'. That's the nick they gave W. Haha. He came back during his term break and we meet up. Den left again. Still I didn't have the courage to confess to him that I like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a very silly thing. From the day he first left SG to UK, I started folding one paper crane each day with the date and a little msg written inside. Planning that by the time the bottle gets filled up, he wld be back n I could give it to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of his term break, he came back to SG again. As usual we met up. He bought me a piggy bank. He said, "Put a $2 note in it everyday. And by the time I come back next time, I will bring u to UK for holiday with me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, "Really?? What if it's not enough??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W, "Nvm, I will top up the balance for you :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happily I took the piggy bank and religiously 'donating' money to it everyday. We got caught up with life n we email lesser n write even lesser... The piggy bank was filled up but I nv got to see him again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bottle of cranes is still there, sitting on my shelf, waiting for the 'owner' which is nowhere to be found...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1852856571475666909?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1852856571475666909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1852856571475666909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1852856571475666909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1852856571475666909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/11/drawer-of-memories.html' title='Drawer of Memories...'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4544734847599252935</id><published>2010-11-22T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:03:14.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme Song</title><content type='html'>Every couple has their themed song. Once heard, you will think of your that special other half. This song touched me when he sang it to me. I teared. Now, whenever the past creeps into me, I listen to this song and it eases my sorrows and pain. Thanks Bb for being here for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ClL9L6btGXs?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling emo again. Yes, I'm an emo kid. Seeing the posts on Facebook of my frens getting married triggered memories in me. The past juz come back in waves n hit me. So I backside itchy and went to view my wedding montage which I did back then. I teared. I juz got drowned in the memories n tears. Den I played this song. What's in the past is juz a memory. What lies ahead is the more important. We learnt from our experiences and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is your theme song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4544734847599252935?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4544734847599252935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4544734847599252935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4544734847599252935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4544734847599252935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/11/theme-song.html' title='Theme Song'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ClL9L6btGXs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2672407768682331283</id><published>2010-11-19T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:18:55.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Fxxkers!</title><content type='html'>Some ppl juz LOVE to gossip and as if it will kill them if they dun. IF it's like teasing and stuff for the fun of it is perfectly fine. But spreading rumors n making sarcastic comments when they dunno the whole story r plain irritating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm still on MC till 14 Dec. Going back to office to work on 15 Dec. So u question me why I still can go out meet my frens for makan sessions n drink? Well, I travel ard on cab or my bf drives. Seldom do I take public transport cos I wldnt get to rest my knee n the jerking of the buses n trains creates stress on my knee. If the distance is short, I still can tahan abit. I go there, makan is sit down. Drink oso sit down. I dun stress my injury. Of cos I can work. Tat's y I'm working from home. Checking emails n doing what I can at home. It's the traveling to n fro office + the walking in office which my knee cannot tahan. Imagine the peak hour crowd. Normal ppl already cnt tahan liao, what's more I can only rely on one leg for support. U tink is shiok? Go break ur leg n be on long MC too. U see shiok anot nor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2672407768682331283?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2672407768682331283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2672407768682331283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2672407768682331283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2672407768682331283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/11/irritating-fxxkers.html' title='Irritating Fxxkers!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5062526869800781182</id><published>2010-11-15T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T01:20:48.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TOAURhMUB2I/AAAAAAAACjM/GfyJFTrftLo/s1600/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TOAURhMUB2I/AAAAAAAACjM/GfyJFTrftLo/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539449832866056034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all cobwebs and dust at my blog. Haha... Thanks to my lazy virus, I haven got the motivation to start writing anything. Everyday juz eat n slp at home. Heehee.. It's gonna be piggy days for the next one month as my MC is extended till 14 Dec :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna blog abt my Baby Oskie whom I found in the rubbish bin. Haha. He's not the most yan dao, neither is the most hunky guy among my ex. But he's definitely the sweetest and the one who loves me most. Followers of my blog all should know that my love life is not smooth sailing. Heartaches are my close frens when it comes to matters of the heart. Getting rejected and dumped are nothing new to me. I'm afraid to love cos everything I get hurt real bad. 总是被伤得体无完肤。I prayed for a simple life, a simple man, a simple love. And finally, my prayer has been answered. He's not fanciful in his words nor his actions. He loves me in his simple way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno how to describe in words. It's being felt with the heart. I know he's true. Everytime something good happens to me in a relationship, I will have the fear that one day, it might just turn out to be a dream. (which happens everytime :( ) But this time, I know he's here to stay. I'm juz afraid that I might hurt him. With my excess baggages from past relationships, lousy temper and not-so-simple demands. I know I can be a real pampered princess at times (ok most of the times, I can see u guys yelling in disagreement...), but I can be a real nice, sweet gf too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for loving me baby. Thanks for accepting me for who I am and what I am. Thanks for being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5062526869800781182?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5062526869800781182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5062526869800781182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5062526869800781182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5062526869800781182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-random-thoughts.html' title='Some random thoughts....'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TOAURhMUB2I/AAAAAAAACjM/GfyJFTrftLo/s72-c/IMG_0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6686608019643613502</id><published>2010-10-07T13:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:39:16.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Accident</title><content type='html'>It all started with a freak accident during netball last Thursday. I din land properly when I tried to jump and catch the ball.... and tore my ACL. sigh...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TK1b9YnbkgI/AAAAAAAACjE/ElnPmn5qGLo/s1600/33578_430900521138_738726138_5222756_5741718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TK1b9YnbkgI/AAAAAAAACjE/ElnPmn5qGLo/s320/33578_430900521138_738726138_5222756_5741718_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525173427991450114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to CGH amd the doc says it's nothing serious. Gave me MC till Mon and ask me to rest at home. But it din get better. Bruises started to form and my whole leg swollen :( Went to see the doc near my house and was referred to the specialist at CGH. Guess what? The appt was scheduled 3 weeks later!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to CGH A&amp;amp;E in hope of pushing the appt date forward. BUT they told me, the bone is not broken. So according to SOP, I hav to wait 3 weeks! So there's nothing much I can do abt it....I din mean to shout at the doc but I was damn pissed. I can hardly walk and the discomfort and pain is irritating me! I checked with my insurance agent, my insurance is covered for pte clinic. So my Kor drove me down to Raffles Hospital. It was already 11pm+. Immediately, the doc there preliminary concluded there's ligament tear. So arranged for MRI the very night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TK1b9AhZd2I/AAAAAAAACi8/VXKWPE3IalE/s1600/64421_432760876138_738726138_5264278_1625137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TK1b9AhZd2I/AAAAAAAACi8/VXKWPE3IalE/s320/64421_432760876138_738726138_5264278_1625137_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525173421523695458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bill nearly made me faint. Lucky thing is, I'm covered under insurance!!! It was confirmed. I had an ACL tear. Completely torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They arranged for me to see the specialist the VERY NEXT DAY!!! I'm at RAFFLES. As long as u hav money, anything can be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to the specialist and he said I need an operation. Otherwise, no more sports for me. Of cos, I choose to go ahead with the ops! I cnt dun do anymore sports!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TK1b8xbftyI/AAAAAAAACi0/fl5MIe0bs70/s1600/33603_432959346138_738726138_5266896_3728792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TK1b8xbftyI/AAAAAAAACi0/fl5MIe0bs70/s320/33603_432959346138_738726138_5266896_3728792_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525173417472407330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the bill which made my heart stopped!! If I wasn't covered under insurance..... I have to forked out 17K in CASH!!! Gosh!!! But at least, I get to operate my knee next Wed. Instead of waiting for 3 weeks to see a specialist and another 3 weeks to ops. That's 1.5mths!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad thing is, I need to pay for the bills first den make a claim. Where to find such money?? Thank God, my darling Kor helped me out. But he was worried cnt claim. Hahaha.... So I made numerous calls n smses to my agent to confirm, double confirm, triple confirm.... making such I can claim for every cent of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guys, if u r into sports like I do, u never know when shit gng to happen to u. So get urself insured like I did (make such includes pte hospital coverage!). If not, the bill can really kill u. Or the the wait can kill u too!! hahaha!!! Check out with ur insurance agent today on ur coverage!! If u dont have one, I can intro u my agent. I must really thank him for introducing such a comprehensive coverage plan for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another person I wanna thank is my Kor! Who brought me to CGH den to RH on Tue. Pushing me on wheelchair to look for supper in the middle of the night, which he ended up hav to run n push me back to RH when the nurse found us missing!! LOL~ Rare and exciting experience :P Also to thank him to help me settle the bill first :) Thanks Kor!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanna thank my darling bf who accom me to see doc last Thu and the specialist yest. The TLC he had been showering me with these few days is greatly appreciated. Being there for me and taking care of me. I know he cannot be wif me 24/7 but I know if he can, he will. Bb, I can never thank u enuff :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need to thank Keith Kor too!! For coming all the way to my house and bring me to go see the doc near my house on Mon. Glad he enjoyed the dive trip. On my behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of cos, not forgetting the rest of my family members, Ohana and precious frens who had shown me care and concern over smses, phonecalls and FB. I appreciate all your gestures from the bottom of my heart :) Thanks everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6686608019643613502?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6686608019643613502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6686608019643613502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6686608019643613502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6686608019643613502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/10/freak-accident.html' title='Freak Accident'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TK1b9YnbkgI/AAAAAAAACjE/ElnPmn5qGLo/s72-c/33578_430900521138_738726138_5222756_5741718_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-32502086576108879</id><published>2010-09-07T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:24:44.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忘了</title><content type='html'>我忘了你 眼里的温柔&lt;br /&gt;我忘了你 嘴角的微笑&lt;br /&gt;我忘了你 手心的温度&lt;br /&gt;我忘了你 身上的香气&lt;br /&gt;我忘了你 拥抱的温度&lt;br /&gt;不是我忘了&lt;br /&gt;是不想再记起了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-32502086576108879?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/32502086576108879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=32502086576108879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/32502086576108879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/32502086576108879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='忘了'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7402465329146435251</id><published>2010-09-06T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:26:58.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a lie!</title><content type='html'>Every start of a relationship, it's a bed of roses. Beautiful, sweet, immerse in blissfulness... Promises are made. Holding close to your heart, believing everything said and promises will stay true...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time goes by, things changed, people changed, feelings changed. Initial passion was lost. Instead of sweet nothings being whispered to the ears, it's shouting n endless quarrelling. The bed of roses withered to thorns...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you loved me. So it's nothing but a lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you'll nv leave me, is that a lie too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said we are meant to be together, but now you are leaving. So you lied?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't a lie when he/she made that promise. It's really the truth and it came from the heart. It's only true at that very moment when it was been said. Thereafter, nobody can guarantee how much truth it has in it. Dun say tat it's a lie. It wasn't. So believe it when he/she tells u that. At least when it was been said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-7402465329146435251?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7402465329146435251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7402465329146435251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7402465329146435251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7402465329146435251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/09/it.html' title='It&apos;s a lie!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1324919010942632852</id><published>2010-08-16T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:03:57.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>纪恋毅</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TGlg_XYmlpI/AAAAAAAACiM/X-y6kW4JXew/s1600/Photo0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TGlg_XYmlpI/AAAAAAAACiM/X-y6kW4JXew/s320/Photo0694.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506038661162374802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平静的海浪&lt;br /&gt;吹起愁思幽幽&lt;br /&gt;淡淡的微笑&lt;br /&gt;掀起梦影重重&lt;br /&gt;亿万的不舍&lt;br /&gt;不敌一声别离&lt;br /&gt;朦胧的未来&lt;br /&gt;有负一片痴心&lt;br /&gt;浓浓的爱意&lt;br /&gt;遗憾竟成定局&lt;br /&gt;宁静的夜里&lt;br /&gt;心碎泛起漣漪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1324919010942632852?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1324919010942632852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1324919010942632852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1324919010942632852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1324919010942632852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_16.html' title='纪恋毅'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TGlg_XYmlpI/AAAAAAAACiM/X-y6kW4JXew/s72-c/Photo0694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4832962607831521614</id><published>2010-08-16T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:38:24.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>七月初七七巧节</title><content type='html'>在一年前的七巧节..... 我写了这首诗...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;海风吹乱了你的头发&lt;br /&gt;宁静的夜里&lt;br /&gt;我们听到了让人平静的海浪声&lt;br /&gt;你说你爱大海&lt;br /&gt;我淡淡地微笑着&lt;br /&gt;你说你怕这一切只是梦幻&lt;br /&gt;我无法将分手说出口&lt;br /&gt;虽然心里亿万个不愿意&lt;br /&gt;但看不见未来的爱&lt;br /&gt;我没有勇气面对&lt;br /&gt;原谅我的自私&lt;br /&gt;不是我不爱了只是我无法再爱了&lt;br /&gt;宁静的夜里&lt;br /&gt;我们听到了彼此心碎的声音&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4832962607831521614?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4832962607831521614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4832962607831521614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4832962607831521614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4832962607831521614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='七月初七七巧节'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4947832771318606658</id><published>2010-08-05T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:34:10.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why choose to leave when you cannot let go?</title><content type='html'>There are simply too many breakups around me lately. Including myself is a victim of this breakup hurricane. When I think Mr Ex's reason is lame, and feel really 'bu gan yuan' over it, I heard others who are worse off. Somehow it made me felt better?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This gf of mine, her mum juz passed away. The bf went MIA. She called him the day b4 her mum passed away and asked him to accompany her to the hospital to see her mum one last time and she need his support. He refused. The only reason he gave was, "I just don't feel like it. Don't force me." After that he went MIA. *poof* simply disappeared! He didn't pick up her calls, didn't reply her smses... Even when mutual frens ask him to attend the wake, he said he's not free. What kind of bf is this? Left without a word when she was at her lowest. Some guys are really bas*ards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy fren of mine, his gf left him and got attached to another guy. But she's still be affected by how he feels and what he posts on FB. His comments make her feel hurt. If you choose to leave den leave. Why still some and stir up the emotions making my fren feel that there's hope? Bringing him thr a roller coaster ride. I've been thr the roller coaster, I know how terrible it feels. It's not easy to stand up again and move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am moving on with my life. Though I'm like a toddler learning how to walk now, I know I will be able to run, jump and hop in time to come. Sometimes, I feel that he's the one who hasn't got over it. Still having the perception that I still feel for him and want us to be back together. Delibrately wanting to keep a distance, talking like as though I owe him de. Wanting me to hate him. Why should I hate him? Hating someone is tiring. Having no feelings towards the person is best way out. I no longer feel the love, neither do I feel hatred. My emptiness is the lack of a companion. Someone to be there for me. It's different from a fren being there. I don't know how to explain the difference. It's a special feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4947832771318606658?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4947832771318606658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4947832771318606658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4947832771318606658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4947832771318606658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-choose-to-leave-when-you-cannot-let.html' title='Why choose to leave when you cannot let go?'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6163816470488637898</id><published>2010-08-03T09:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:37:58.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the warmth of My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spent my weekend back at Grandpa's. Grandpa was shocked to see me. Hahaha... Cos he wasn't expecting I will be there. He even called my mum to tell her that I was there! Hahaha... So cute... He tinks I ran away from home n my mum didn't know I was there? keke... I shld go back more often to see him. He has really aged so much. Sometimes I cannot make out the words he was saying. But he still can cook dinner for us :) Though it was not fantastic and have lobster or what, it's the love tat I could feel from his cooking. How much he dotes on us although he nv say it to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed myself there and I thought about a lot of stuff over the weekend. I have put down the unhappy relationship and moved on. Occasionally he still pops into my head but I brush him away the moment he pops out. I told Ivan dearie, maybe it's not bcos I'm missing the person, I'm missing the life I used to have. The routine. I enjoyed going to the gym but bcos he's no longer ard, I have no one to go with me. I felt the sense of lost. But when I went with frens who gyms too, I will not feel tat sense of emptiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a partner is to have a companion. That's why usually ppl go for those with similar interest so they can do stuff tgt. Enjoying the company and making wat u enjoy doing even more enjoyable. That's why one feels happier when doing the same thing wif their partner than wif others. Since he dunno how to treasure what we used to have, I dont see the point of still holding on. Thanks for introducing me to gym and diving. I love them to bits, esp diving... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my trip back, here's some of the pics :) Din really take much cos I had 3 pimples on my face!! UGLY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4tIEqZYI/AAAAAAAACiE/37cf7cLCegA/s1600/Photo1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4tIEqZYI/AAAAAAAACiE/37cf7cLCegA/s320/Photo1052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500998186512835970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivan Dearie with his mini curry chicken. LOL~ Kanna chop!! RM8 for this!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4sjrCWGI/AAAAAAAACh8/WBMaMT7WhXU/s1600/Photo1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4sjrCWGI/AAAAAAAACh8/WBMaMT7WhXU/s320/Photo1057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500998176741677154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the diff between my mini pot fish soup and his curry chicken??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4sfrKxdI/AAAAAAAACh0/_rS_2fqG8_c/s1600/Photo1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4sfrKxdI/AAAAAAAACh0/_rS_2fqG8_c/s320/Photo1058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500998175668487634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivan ask me to buy this for Keith Kor. My first reaction was 贱人! LOL~ Den he says, "Why you so bad... I meant 宅男..." hahahaha... like REAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4KYS3wAI/AAAAAAAAChs/VCp3cBIAhO8/s1600/Photo1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4KYS3wAI/AAAAAAAAChs/VCp3cBIAhO8/s320/Photo1060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500997589571977218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J.POPs baby donuts!! They taste gooooood!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4JnZI0OI/AAAAAAAAChk/IjrL-SAis2g/s1600/Photo1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4JnZI0OI/AAAAAAAAChk/IjrL-SAis2g/s320/Photo1066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500997576444924130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My happy driver for the trip :D See he so happy!! Cos I talk lots of craps to make him laugh! hahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4JbkexFI/AAAAAAAAChc/8CTisDqJYPs/s1600/Photo1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4JbkexFI/AAAAAAAAChc/8CTisDqJYPs/s320/Photo1067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500997573271274578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brought my 小妖怪 back. Hugging him all the way to n fro :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4Iz5cEsI/AAAAAAAAChU/8ReTJ_Io-60/s1600/Photo1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4Iz5cEsI/AAAAAAAAChU/8ReTJ_Io-60/s320/Photo1069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500997562621760194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was craving for jap food so we went for sushi high tea at BP Mall :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4INFH2GI/AAAAAAAAChM/-OCqOjlLSU4/s1600/Photo1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4INFH2GI/AAAAAAAAChM/-OCqOjlLSU4/s320/Photo1070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500997552201783394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 2 little rascals can really eat lo! Esp the elder sis!! Ate more than I do!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Ohana. They never fail to cheer me up at my lowest and be there when I needed them. Love them all!! HUGZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6163816470488637898?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6163816470488637898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6163816470488637898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6163816470488637898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6163816470488637898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/08/feel-warmth-of-my-family.html' title='Feel the warmth of My Family'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TFd4tIEqZYI/AAAAAAAACiE/37cf7cLCegA/s72-c/Photo1052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7263436920077220698</id><published>2010-07-29T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T11:44:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>失恋的季节</title><content type='html'>这是孤单的心事&lt;br /&gt;我要有快乐的情事&lt;br /&gt;你的微笑还是那么的真实&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;空气中有你的气息&lt;br /&gt;那难忘的香气&lt;br /&gt;在我脑海里盘旋不肯散去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想你是临睡前的习惯&lt;br /&gt;心痛是我存在的证明&lt;br /&gt;睁开眼一切化为烟影&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-7263436920077220698?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7263436920077220698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7263436920077220698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7263436920077220698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7263436920077220698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_29.html' title='失恋的季节'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7074975683128019014</id><published>2010-07-28T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:31:12.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition - Bluey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Appreciate someone's efforts in trying to make me smile. Thank you so much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TE-RMCksDNI/AAAAAAAAChE/4JOBnqzPz4w/s1600/Photo1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TE-RMCksDNI/AAAAAAAAChE/4JOBnqzPz4w/s320/Photo1047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498773306077875410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from Germany. Cannot be found in SG hor!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TE-QuxUNRGI/AAAAAAAACg8/7xPWcxvjaN4/s1600/Photo1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TE-QuxUNRGI/AAAAAAAACg8/7xPWcxvjaN4/s320/Photo1042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498772803229140066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now my bed is filled with LOVE!!! Where do I sleep now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TE-QtqaVqiI/AAAAAAAACgs/j6IXdzinwD4/s1600/Photo1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TE-QtqaVqiI/AAAAAAAACgs/j6IXdzinwD4/s320/Photo1035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498772784195938850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Bluey :) He gave me this too! I'm not a fan of Disney stuff but still I really appreciate it :) At least he din get me something PINK! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's certain is a blessing to have someone to shower u with care and concern. Knowing that there's still ppl who care n wan u to be well n happy. But do take it slowly and don't scare me away... Too aggressive will make me want to run n hide. Take it slow n let nature takes its course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-7074975683128019014?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7074975683128019014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7074975683128019014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7074975683128019014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7074975683128019014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-addition-bluey.html' title='New Addition - Bluey'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/TE-RMCksDNI/AAAAAAAAChE/4JOBnqzPz4w/s72-c/Photo1047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2812816403297325077</id><published>2010-07-25T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:06:34.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Sunday</title><content type='html'>Nope, I'm not emo by posting tat song. It's juz a nice song I came across :) The weather is sunny today. Scheduled to go gym den go for a run at ECP. Healthy Sunday :D Read at my cuzzie's blog, "Life's too short to brood over a failed relationship." Yes I agree. Brooding over a failed relationship only makes our short life miserable. As if it's not miserable enough! LOL~ Filling up my time with stuff I enjoy doing. I no longer have to check his schedule so I can plan mine. I do things as and when I wanted to. It's a different kind of happiness ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what Kor said, when I can listen to those meaningful n sad songs n no longer feel emo, I'm on my road to recovery. They are only nice songs which no longer makes me emo. I forced myself to listen to those songs n get myself immune to them. Like I make myself go bang the wall times n again until I get immune to everything he does n says. It's not that the wound has heal n stop bleeding, it's my heart has gained the immunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2812816403297325077?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2812816403297325077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2812816403297325077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2812816403297325077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2812816403297325077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunny-sunday.html' title='Sunny Sunday'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-8629317798294867746</id><published>2010-07-25T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:41:47.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>藍又時 孤單心事</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/6boqzvF_Ro4/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6boqzvF_Ro4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6boqzvF_Ro4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-8629317798294867746?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/8629317798294867746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=8629317798294867746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8629317798294867746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8629317798294867746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_2973.html' title='藍又時 孤單心事'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5642065114597488781</id><published>2010-07-23T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:49:48.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mr Right comes at the wrong time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Extracted this online. Well, have you met that person but onli to realise your lost when it's too late? Dun let the person slip thr your fingers. Cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Mr Right comes at the wrong time- Janice Wong, ST, 31 Jan 2005 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything, even in love. And when you are not ready to commit, you could end up regretting it&lt;br /&gt;By Janice Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES, timing rather than love decides who we end up being with - or without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only some lucky people marry the loves of their lives. The rest marry the most suitable person who comes along when they are ready to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in his 20s came to this conclusion after confiding in me that he had recently met a woman who is more attractive than his wife, and so occupies his thoughts more often than his wife does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If only I had met her before I got married,' he said wistfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think even if the love of one's life appears when one is single, one may not be in the right frame of mind to recognise him or her as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then love passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is littered with near misses and lost opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my ex-boyfriend's wedding last month, which triggered many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met five years ago when I was 23 and he 31. It was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an established career, was down-to-earth and steadfastly religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then working as an air stewardess and my head was - literally and metaphorically - in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also - well, let's put it this way - not religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our differences, we were soulmates. We had the same quirky sense of humour and shared long, intense overnight conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But human nature is perverse. When someone is excessively nice to us, we start taking things for granted, instead of appreciating them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex sent me to the airport, fixed my PC, reminded me to take health supplements - and go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had everything I could want in a husband - except that I was not looking for one. A boyfriend was all I could cope with then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved fast cars, danced wildly at Zouk and took off on shopping holidays at a whim. My life revolved around I, me and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the six months that we were together, he popped the question several times and talked ad nauseam about having children. He wanted us to enrol for a Christian marriage preparation course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did often fantasise about a Vera Wang wedding gown, but I was at that stage of my life when I was more interested in Guess than Baby Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where - dare I admit it? - I still wanted to meet other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a 23-year-old with the emotional maturity of a 13-year-old. Responsibility? Wasn't that for adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I met Mr Right at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more he talked about marriage and religion, the more I felt pressured and the more pressured I felt, the more irritable I became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too impatient to compromise. Every trivial matter blew up as a big deal. My mood obliterated the good in our relationship and reached a point where I just wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was heartbroken; I was sad but relieved. He still called me regularly, beseeching me to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calls stopped finally after a year. Now and then, we say 'Hi' via e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few painful relationships after that. Served me right, as those rude wake-up calls were necessary for me to realise the meaninglessness of my hedonistic high life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the tenderness of my ex and began having second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I also felt more urgency to find someone marriageable before my biological clock reached zero hour. It dawned on me that I am not a pixie like Peter Pan who can flit around forever. One day, I'd wake up sick and alone when my fair weather friends flit away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was too proud and too unsure of my ex's reaction to call him until last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he told me excitedly was that he had found The One. My heart tumbled to my feet. So, that's Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time. If only I had met him later. If only... what feeble words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I am more circumspect. I have come to terms with my loss. There is nothing I can do about timing, but I can do everything about my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when the nights get lonely, I toy with the idea of marrying a platonic friend of mine, who often assures me earnestly that, if the worst comes to the worst, he'd be willing to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always dismiss that. I have already made one mistake. I should not make another by settling for second best merely for the sake of getting hitched - only to regret it soon after, as the guy who confided in me did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the best is not over but yet to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times has Mr/Ms Right come into your life, but at the wrong time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5642065114597488781?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5642065114597488781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5642065114597488781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5642065114597488781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5642065114597488781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-mr-right-comes-at-wrong-time.html' title='When Mr Right comes at the wrong time'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7105702211792910294</id><published>2010-07-21T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:19:27.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Finally got to sleep earlier last night but end up having nightmare n kept me up. Sickening... Today end up waking up like zombie again :( The first thing I thut of when I woke up from the nightmare was to call Mr Ex. But I know I shldn't and I dun wanna disturb him. He's not my Baobei who will be there to talk to me n ease my fear n coax me back to sleep. Why go bang myself in the wall when I can clearly see it there?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Ex went into crazy mode again yest b4 gym. He dun even wan to remind frens wif me. I no longer tries to talk to him in getting back together, I juz wan to be fren. Why does he has to be so difficult? I dun wanna lose a fren, esp one which I treat as close fren. It's upsetting to know ur close fren dun wanna be ur fren anymore. He tinks tat I'm upset bcos I still feel for him. But tat's not e case. If any of my close fren choose to end our friendship, I'll be equally hurt n upset too. He tried to make me pissed but I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all those nasty words like I'm like pest n he detest me, etc... He still pass me a packet of milo to drink b4 gym =.=" He still told me to be careful when I go for my run after gym as it rained last night n the road is slippery =.=" When I left gym, he asked me to be careful on my way home =.=" If he juz be like this n be a gd fren, we will not hav to go thr tat hurting episode lo. Somehow, I'm starting to get used to his erratic behaviour. I dunno when he's gng to go bonkers again. I hope he wakes up from I-still-have-feelings-for-him idea and be a true fren to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After gym, I met someone dear to me for dinner. It was really a rare occasion. I hope there'll be more of such meet ups in future. I appreciate the stuff he shared with me during dinner and I shared mine with him. He told me that, "我已经很久没有真正的开心过了..." It breaks my heart to hear him said that. Where was I when he needed someone. I'm glad he talked to me last night. I told him, sometimes we dun hav to be so logical. We need to be a little bit illogical and follow the heart. Even if it fails, at least u had tried and not regret later wishing u could hav done something back then. Sometimes, u juz need to f*ck care and go for what u want. Life is a never ending learning journey. There are many grey areas with no definite right or wrong. If u tink u haven done gd enuff this time, do it better the next time round. Dun live in a life full or regrets. Regretting things u have or have not done. Juz move on n make sure u do it better the next time. Everything happens for a reason. To make us learn n to make us stronger. It's inevitable u'll go thr some emotional struggles initially. Once u hav sort out ur thuts, u r ready to set out for another journey in life to experience n to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherish what you have and learn to appreciate little things in life. Some ppl we can nv forget. It doesn't mean we hav not let go. They were once part of our lives n we thank them for the wonderful memories they had given us. Think back n smile. At least, we were once each other's angel of happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-7105702211792910294?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7105702211792910294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7105702211792910294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7105702211792910294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7105702211792910294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4694244990587108071</id><published>2010-07-20T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T12:44:00.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despicable Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanplace.com/despicable-me-int-trailer(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 484px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.americanplace.com/despicable-me-int-trailer(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to watch the movie!! YEAH!! Thanks Dear for keeping me company :) I dunno since when we started calling each other Dear. It was a long long time ago... this dear fren of mine though we seldom meet up but he's seems to appear almost everytime to see my ugliest, emo state. Hahaha... I really appreciate his company yest and I felt so much better n happier. This happiness lasted until now I still feel happy :D Dear sms me this morning to check on how I am. I smiled. Thanks for ur concern. It's very much appreciated.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is sooooooo cute n funnie!! I LOVE IT! hahaha.... it's sooo awww.... I love the Minion!!! So so so so CUTE n simply irresistible! I wish I have one minion too!! hee =D Try this! &lt;a href="http://www.miniondominion.com/"&gt;http://www.miniondominion.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Dear how long he has been courting this girl. He said 3 years. I'm like HUH??!! Now still got someone like u ah? Court for 3 yrs still nv give up. Salute! He told me that he's not the kind who will one shot throw in everything n court the girl. He believes in 细水长流. How he is treating her now will be how she'll be treated if she becomes his gf or even better than now. Unlike most guys, they court u like mad den the flame died off fast too. So would u rather have a slow n 细水长流 rs or those passionate kind of love which comes n goes fast? Though being 细水长流 can get much lesser excitement but it's for the long run. Well, makes sense. I agree. What for having a rs which u got so madly in love in the beginning and it cools off as fast as it got heated up. Nah. Not for me. As I always emphasise, Simple is Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I juz want to stay focused on clearing my work n Sep AOWD course! I cant wait to dive in the deep blue sea again!! I miss it, badly... Even if I hav to go alone on this trip, I hav the blue blue sea n beautiful creatures with me under the sea. It's not him tat matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4694244990587108071?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4694244990587108071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4694244990587108071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4694244990587108071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4694244990587108071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/despicable-me.html' title='Despicable Me'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4876950508092997840</id><published>2010-07-19T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:49:48.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Verge...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to lose control over my emotions again. It's tearing me apart. I wish it could juz kill me n spare me the agony of a slow death.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would someone want to pull himself away when he has feelings for the person? Leaving bcos of cant cope with work, studies n rs? Rubbish. Or bcos he dun wan to be selfish n let the girl wait n like wasting her time n deprive her of opportunities of meeting someone better? This is not noble at all too. I believe in love overcome all hurdles n difficulties the couple face. They face the future together n not do such silly things. I believe in working hard together to build up the future together. When things come too easy, ppl dunno how to appreciate n cherish. After going thr' so much, I simply cnt understand how he can put everything behind. I'm willing to wait. I wan to be there to hold his hand n pull thr' this difficult time together. I dun wan him to go thr the stress n pressure alone. I wan to be there to share the burden wif him. Why cant he see that? 当两个人在一起是, 不快乐是减半, 快乐是加倍! WHY CANT HE SEE THAT HE'S THE BEST FOR ME &amp;amp; I WANT NOBODY ELSE? I dun care what other ppl say, I know what I need and how I feel. I really really really wish that he'll be here by my side again... Cos I love him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4876950508092997840?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4876950508092997840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4876950508092997840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4876950508092997840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4876950508092997840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-verge.html' title='On the Verge...'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6695844895708700342</id><published>2010-07-19T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:59:12.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我喜欢(不,我爱)</title><content type='html'>嚴爵-我喜歡(不，我愛)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的眼&lt;br /&gt;看着我的眼&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的脸&lt;br /&gt;贴著我的脸&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的手&lt;br /&gt;牵著我的手&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢你的口&lt;br /&gt;吻著我的口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*时间在改变&lt;br /&gt;你不要改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;因为我很爱你&lt;br /&gt;不想要你放弃爱情&lt;br /&gt;尤其这段得来不易&lt;br /&gt;我爱你 真的是很爱你&lt;br /&gt;所以想&lt;br /&gt;就这样继续爱下去&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a new song I heard at KTV when I went KTV with my cousins and Sing's fren yest. Really nice song. I love it the first time I heard it. They chased me out of the hse yest so I will not emo on my own on a rainy day thinking of him. I miss him badly yest and wanted to sms him so much but... haiz.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cuzzie wrote this on his FB status, "下雨天，心易碎。越思念，越感伤。只想知道远处的你是否过得好，此刻若想起了我会有什么感受？There seems to be more broken hearts on raining days. As one misses another, the hurt deepens. I wonder if you're getting on fine &amp;amp; if think of me, how would you be feeling?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really describes how I felt yest. The pain I'm feeling is so intense. The pain is back again n in folds. This is simply driving me crazy! The downtime I can keep myself sane n conc on other stuff is getting shorter. Ppl ard me dun wanna see me like this. I dun wanna be like this but it's so freaking difficult! I feel like shit. Totally sucky feeling...&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/5331440681505281666-6695844895708700342?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6695844895708700342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6695844895708700342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6695844895708700342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6695844895708700342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='我喜欢(不,我爱)'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5782453992146392903</id><published>2010-07-18T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:30:46.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Girl</title><content type='html'>It's raining and raining none stop. Such a stupid weather making me all emo again n miss him even more. I miss my Baobei, not the current him (Mr Ex). No point in smsing Mr Ex to say "I miss u" cos he's not my Baobei, the one I'm missing. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone tells me I deserves someone better. Only 2 told me to give him some time. He's juz feeling lost now. I know who is the best for me and if he's not here, I cant be possibly settle for a 2nd best. It will not be fair to the person as I cant give him my heart. Someone once told me, to maintain a rs, the guy has to love the girl whole heartedly but the she may not need to love the guy, she juz need to understand him. I don't agree. Love has to be mutual. Otherwise the party always loving will suffer. Will this still be a blissful picture to look at? That's why I dont see the point in asking him to stay anymore. It's not going to be blissful anyway. Though I'm not any happier this way now, at least, I let him be happier. Someone is better off rather than both suffer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very long ago, I read this and I truly believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you really love the person,&lt;br /&gt;Set him/her free.&lt;br /&gt;If he/she comes back,&lt;br /&gt;Then he/she is yours.&lt;br /&gt;If not,&lt;br /&gt;then Love was not meant to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he comes back, I know we can walk a long long way together n find happiness together. If not, then we were juz there to help each other learn n grow in this life journey. Juz a chapter in each others' life. Despite saying all these, I will still not opening up for rs. As much as I hate being alone, I hate to go thr another heartache. I dont want to take the risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5782453992146392903?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5782453992146392903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5782453992146392903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5782453992146392903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5782453992146392903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-girl.html' title='Silly Girl'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3364457911857533680</id><published>2010-07-16T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:48:13.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Downtime</title><content type='html'>Gym last night was great. The awkwardness is lesser n I dun feel the tension bw us. As I posted yest, to me, he's no longer the man I love. He's juz a fren. The man tat I love is from the past. Not the HIM now. Somehow having this 'differentiation' I made myself happier. Yes, I'm still sad abt the fact that the man I love most is gone but he forever lives in my heart. I managed to self therapy and make myself feeling happy everyday. It cant be compared to the wonderful times I have had wif him, at least, I'm no longer emo n teary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Mr Ex kept his promise to remind as frens. I went over to his place at CCK to change before heading to CCK gym. I was greeted with a glass of soya milk when I came out from the toilet. After gym we din have dnr as he's meeting a fren to go run n I have to head home. We went back to his place to get my stuff n he poured me a glass of milk. When I got home n showered, a sms came in. It was from him to ask whether have I reached home. He was the person I least expected to receive a sms from. I told Kor abt all these, he said I 暗爽 right? I told him, "No, I don't. In fact I dun feel anything." I really din feel anything. He pass the drinks to me I juz drink. He sms den I juz reply. Have I lost the love I have had for him? Well, the love I had is still there but not for the current him. The current him, I feel nothing. 我们只是朋友.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To that someone, I know he dun read my blog but I really dunno how to tell this to him, please dun do anything more for me. I cannot accept. Thank you for your care n concern but I really 担当不起. U'll find someone who will accept n gladly return ur love. That girl is not me. I cannot love another. I no longer have a heart. So I have no heart to give anyone or to have anyone in my heart. I can only say, "I really appreciate what you have done for me but I'm not the one for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3364457911857533680?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3364457911857533680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3364457911857533680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3364457911857533680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3364457911857533680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-more-downtime.html' title='No more Downtime'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2440831542872101993</id><published>2010-07-15T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:48:22.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>Feeling a lot better today. No more emo. The man tat I love is gone forever and nv will be back again. The him I see now is not the man tat I love. He's juz a normal fren to me now. I dun have the urge to want to hug him or even to hold his hand when I see him today. Finally :D The man I love is dead and I buried my heart along with him. No one and I really mean NO ONE will hav access to it. Please leave my heart alone to be with him. Please do not disturb.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AN &amp;amp; LSP juz made my day today :D I was shivering like mad this morning! Guess I have lost too much fats to keep myself warm ba. She saw my fingers trembling when I was typing. She told me to put on 2 jackets n go warm myself with the hand dryer. I look like an Eskimo now =.=" den she was telling LSP this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AN: 你看她冷到这样!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LSP: 哈哈! 因为她没有 fats to keep her warm mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AN: 对啦! 你看她瘦到这样, 那里还有 fats?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe :D 听了都爽!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2440831542872101993?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2440831542872101993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2440831542872101993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2440831542872101993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2440831542872101993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-8277455330333059727</id><published>2010-07-14T09:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:19:03.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I hate the Gym at Redhill. Old, crowded n unfriendly patrons. Not gng to go back there ever again! It's a normal sight we need to queue up and share the machine if the machine is in high demand. But this idiot n his frens juz kept rotating to do their routine n heck care abt others who r waiting in line to use it! KNS! When approached them to ask whether can share the machine, tat idiotic fella says, "NO! Waiti till we fin our sets!" I'm like WTF! You dun freaking own the Gym lo. U wan to be selfish n hav it to urself, go get one on ur own! U r juz paying $2.50 per Gym session n u act like wat, u the BOSS?? Made me damn pissed. This nv happened to me when I was at other Gyms.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The machines there were old too n I dun really like them. There's no stadium for me to run n the place is too ulu for me to run outside, end up I ran on the threadmill. The stupid threadmill is placed facing the mirror. So when u run, u look at urself in the mirror! Made me feel so 'argh!' Seriously, I dun enjoy looking at myself in the mirror n run lo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weighing machine is not working too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, I dislike this Gym. I still prefer CCK Gym. Spacious, friendly ppl (some even offered to correct my posture n give me tips!), nice new equipment n the threadmill faces the swimming pool.... So when I lazy to run outside, at least I can run on the threadmill n watch ppl swim. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told Mr Ex I really juz treat him as a close fren now. I admit I still feel for him but I know everything's over. I still love him. I'm willing to let him go. As long as he is happier. He says he feels awkward seeing me cos he knows I still feel for him. I told him, juz treat as I don't n let the awkwardness go. Keeping him as a fren will go a longer way than having him as a bf. Friendships are usu more lasting, at least I know he'll still be there. I'm already contented. 爱不需要占有, 我只要他开心就好. 偶尔想起以前与他的种种, 心还是会隐隐做痛. 时间会来帮我的忙, 慢慢带走我的伤痛.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True love is not what I seek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have buried my heart where no one can reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people have to lie? Their intention may be good but I still feel that it's better to tell the truth than you lie. Here's an example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: I'm meeting my sec sch frens tonight for dinner n juz chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: Oh ok, so where r u peeps gng?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Dunno yet haven decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: Oh. So u all meet up first den decide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's dumb. In most occasions, such gathering would have been pre-planned and how can it be so last min, oh meet up den decide? Gal felt something is amiss and checked Guy's email. She can feel her heart sank n went all cold by what she saw. She saw a movie booking confirmation for 2 tickets. She wanted to give him another chance to come clean. So she called him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: Where r u now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Dhoby Guat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: Oh u meeting them there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: So how many of u meeting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: 3 or 4 ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: Oh really? So have u all decided where for dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Dunno yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: So u gng to catch a movie b4 that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: I'm sorry that I checked your email. But I saw ur booking confirmation for 2 tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Ok yes, I'm not meeting my sec sch frens. I'm meeting XXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: If u r meeting XXX den why did u lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: I'm afraid u'll feel uncomfortable abt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: I'm perfectly fine with u meeting up with her. I'm totally pissed tat u lied. It's not as if I dunno her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: I dun wan u to feel uncomfortable abt me meeting her. And why did u check my email?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gal: I felt something is not right so I checked. I believe in my 6th sense. I'm sorry tat I did. But if u didn't lie would I have done it? Though saying the truth may hurt at times, by lying is even worse when found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Give me my privacy. If not, u'll nv see me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, the gal is at fault for intruding into the guy's privacy but if he come clean with her, she dun hav to feel uneasy abt it. Both were at fault. But guys, if u wan ur gal to trust u, u have to be truthful in the first place. If u 'spoilt market' on ur own n cause ur gal to be suspicious of u all the time, well, u asked for it. Dun get pissed when she dun believe u when u tell the truth. U were the one who broke the trust she had in u in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-8277455330333059727?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/8277455330333059727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=8277455330333059727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8277455330333059727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8277455330333059727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7275845888766324526</id><published>2010-07-13T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T14:22:15.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>It's been months since I last updated. In May. Gosh. That's how long I have been neglecting my blog n my readers :( These few months has been REALLY ups and downs for me. BF (shld be ex-BF) brought me to heaven and thrown me into hell. It hurts so much I think it can nv recover. At least for now I feel so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-BF din like me to blog abt stuff abt us. Esp those times when we quarrel n have disputes. He thinks that it's something between the 2 of us, he dun wanna share or tell anyone abt it. So he broke up with me, he says he cant be bothered with how others think of his actions and he dun wanna tell anyone abt it. He juz wants me to understand why he left. It's not bcos he dun love me anymore, he felt tat it's for the better for me. Whatever it is, we are still frens now. See how things go ba. 要看开一点.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being single again, made me realised how much I missed my family and frens. I needed the time for myself, my family n my frens. Well, it's not too bad a thing after all ba :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-7275845888766324526?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7275845888766324526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7275845888766324526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7275845888766324526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7275845888766324526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/07/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2003863975559604789</id><published>2010-05-26T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:57:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 simple ways to stay connected after sex</title><content type='html'>Extracted this from MSN... Would like to share this with my readers :) Try it out tonight with your partner! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Marlina Azmi, MSN, 19/05/2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think hard about what you and your guy usually do after sex. Chances are, it's either sleep, eat, or flip TV channels. Not exactly romantic, especially considering that the few hours afterward are one of the best times to bond. According to American clinical sexologist, Rachael Ross, MD, PhD, "When you orgasm, hormones are released that make you feel more connected. Take advantage of that by doing things to prolong the feeling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don't think it means doing something corny like having intense conversations or eye gazing. Little gestures can bring you big benefits. Try these tips tonight and we guarantee you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the Big 'O'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the fun end the second you've finished the 'deed'. Since you've done such a good job getting each other all hot and bothered, wash the sweat off with a nice hot shower. Not only does it get the two of you squeaky-clean, the warm water keeps your body temp at the level it was while you were having sex. This lets you feel a little more energized (not wide awake, just energized) which leads to a little pillow talk session before drifting into a blissful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy snacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're hungry, forgo calling up McDonald's and break out red wine and cheese instead. It will continue the sensual vibe you had going, and the antioxidants in the vino will increase blood flow, relaxing the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Massaging moments &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade your usual post-sex shower by giving each other neck rubs. The bonding hormones oxytocin and prolactin that are released when you climax are also triggered by touch, so the massage will extend the feelings of closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave the world behind you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you get busy, turn off anything with an on button, like your mobile phones, computers and TV. That way, the only thing you'll be plugged into afterward is each other, not your Facebook news feed or Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not roll over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of rolling over once the action is done, drape one of your legs over his and rest your hands on his chest. It will keep you connected without doing the spooning thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The emergency leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play hooky and call in sick after your romp. Having to leave ASAP, whether it's to meet a friend for brunch or attend your can't-miss yoga class, is a total mood killer. Reschedule your plans, and enjoy a leisurely hour or two of doing nothing together in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your iPod to that romantic playlist you saved. Choose tunes that remind you of your favourite moments together (like a concert you went to). Just listening to them will make the both of you feel closer without having to say a word to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reserve strip session&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse-strip each other. Slowly button his shirt, and let him zip up your skirt. Dressing each other is super intimate since it taps in to the primal instinct to 'groom' your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print this out, download in ur iphone, watever.... dun neglect the special bonding session with the one you love :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2003863975559604789?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2003863975559604789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2003863975559604789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2003863975559604789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2003863975559604789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/05/8-simple-ways-to-stay-connected-after.html' title='8 simple ways to stay connected after sex'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1866397235008450219</id><published>2010-05-25T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:18:54.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>看了这篇文章再去爱吧...</title><content type='html'>爱情是追到手的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是。真正的感情根本不需要追的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个人的默契，在慢慢将两颗心的距离缩短，在无意识中渐渐靠近彼此。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从好朋友到情人，真正的感情是用不了多久的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从你喜欢上他的那一刻起，也许他也在那一刻喜欢上了你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同节奏的爱情往往能奏出最和谐最动听的乐章。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真正的爱情需要什么？需要两个人在一起是轻松快乐的，没有压力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人就是毫无保留地付出吗？&lt;br /&gt;不是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一个人都是一个独立的人，我们首先是属于自己的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们有思想，我们有个性，而不是把我们的全部都给对方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们可以有保留，比如你不愿意说的隐私，有秘密的人才是成熟的，不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候不说出来反而更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外貌和个性哪个更重要？&lt;br /&gt;男人年轻的时候往往喜欢漂亮的女子，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25岁以后，会选择和自己性格合适的女子，能和自己一起过日子的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢一个人，太急切了，反而不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一是因为越想得到的越得不到；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二是得到了也很难珍惜，来得快去得也快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;细水长流一些，爱情会更长久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相爱容易相处难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相处中最重要的是宽容和妥协，在信任和了解的基础上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有宽容和妥协，任何两个人都无法相处。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;纯纯的爱也许只有一次，但是真爱未必只有一次。&lt;br /&gt;时间会抚平一切伤痕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们其实是可以爱上很多人的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们不是喜欢某个人，而是喜欢某种类型的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先来的人和我们相遇了，于是我们幸福地走到了一起；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对于后到的人，只能抱以歉意，同时，祝福他早日找到属于他自己的幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有谁是我们一生非拥有不可的，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，很多时候实际上是习惯了这个人 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现实和浪漫哪个更重要？&lt;br /&gt;现实。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有现实为基础，浪漫就是空中楼阁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大学校园的爱情往往随着毕业而告终，大多是因为不现实，不在一个城市。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有相互欣赏相互佩服各有所长的人，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才会碰撞出最美丽的火花，也才会结出最甜美的爱情果实。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;分手后我们还可以做朋友吗？&lt;br /&gt;最好不要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剪不断，理还乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过去了就过去了，我们不是生活在过去，而是现在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情不等于生活，只是生活的一部分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要因为自己长相不如对方而放弃追求的打算，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长相只是一时的印象，真正决定能否结合主要取决于双方的性格。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;帅哥配丑女，丑女配帅哥的太多了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恋爱的时间能长尽量长。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这最少有两点好处：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一，充分、尽可能长的享受恋爱的愉悦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二，两人相处时间越长，越能检验彼此是否真心，越能看出两人性格是否合得来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想知道一个人爱不爱你，就看他和你在一起有没有活力，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开不开心，有就是爱，没有就是不爱爱情不是感动，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不是他心目中的理想伴侣，即使一时接受你，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;将来碰上他心仪的那一位，一样会离开你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人情绪容易大起大落，这样的人是很难维持一段长久的关系的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;浪漫是什么？&lt;br /&gt;是送花？雨中漫步？楼前伫立不去？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果两人彼此倾心相爱，什么事都不做，静静相对都会感觉是浪漫的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;否则，即使两人坐到月亮上拍拖，也是感觉不到浪漫的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是否门当户对不要紧，最重要应该是兴当趣对，不然没有共同语言，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使在一起，仍然会感觉到孤独。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;持久的爱情源于彼此发自内心的真爱，建立在平等的基础之上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;任何只顾疯狂爱人而不顾自己有否被爱，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或是只顾享受被爱而不知真心爱人的人都不会有好的结局。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情既是风险投资，难免有去无回，失恋是再正常不过的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱过，就够了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;既然不能在一起，总有不能在一起的理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不能因为别人负了你，就不负责任地游戏、报复或是堕落，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己演的戏，总要自己收场的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何况，他不爱你，你做什么他都不会在乎。&lt;br /&gt;如果爱上，就不要轻易放过机会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莽撞，可能使你后悔一阵子；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怯懦，却可能使你一辈子后悔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有经历过爱情的人生是不完整的，没有经历过痛苦的爱情是不深刻的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情使人生丰富，痛苦使爱情升华。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可能习惯与现在的恋人，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明明不太喜欢，但在一起久了，习惯使人不太愿做新的选择。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生会面临无数次选择。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当给你机会选择时，你一定要谨慎；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一旦你做出了选择，就永远不要后悔；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拿得起，放得下，该断则断，该忘记的，就把它忘记；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该珍惜的，就要把它珍惜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们总说：“我要找一个很爱很爱的人，才会谈恋爱。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是当对方问你，怎样才算是很爱很爱的时候，你却无法回答他，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你自己也不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没错，我们总是以为，我们会找到一个自己很爱很爱的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是后来，当我们猛然回首，我们才会发觉自己曾经多么天真。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;假如从来没有开始，你怎么知道自己会不会很爱很爱那个人呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，很爱很爱的感觉，是要在一起经历了许多事情之后才会发现的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许每个人都希望能够找到自己心目中百分之百的伴侣，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是你有没有想过，在你身边会不会早已经有人默默对你付出很久了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是你没有发觉而已呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，还是仔细看看身边的人吧，他或许已经等你很久了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你爱一个人的时候，爱到八分绝对刚刚好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有的期待和希望都只有七八分，剩下两三分用来爱自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你还继续爱得更多，很可能会给对方沉重的压力，让彼此喘不过气来，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;完全丧失了爱情的乐趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以请记住，喝酒不要超过六分醉，吃饭不要超过七分饱，爱一个人不要超过八分。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你也正在为爱迷惘，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许下面这段话可以给你一些启示：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，要了解也要开解；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要道歉也要道谢；要认错也要改错；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要体贴也要体谅；是接受而不是忍受；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是宽容而不是纵容；是支持而不是支配；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是慰问而不是质问；是倾诉而不是控诉；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是难忘而不是遗忘；是彼此交流而不是凡事交代；&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是为对方默默祈求而不是向对方诸多要求。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以浪漫，但不要浪费，不要随便牵手，更不要随便放手。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;浪漫的人这样描述与爱人的相逢：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千万人当中，在时间的无涯的荒野里，没有早一步，也没 有晚一步，刚巧赶上了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个人好着的时候，你不妨就这样想吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果不好了，你要明白是否和某人在一起，不过是一个再简单不过的概率问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;数千个擦肩而过中，你给谁机会谁就和你有缘分，纵没有甲，也会有乙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别傻等那种想像中的木石前盟般的缘分了，生活中哪有那么多传奇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别醒着做梦了，难道你忘了艺术虽然来源生活，却还高于生活吗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the above extract from someone's FB notes. I find it rather meaningful hence would like to share with my readers :) Hope u'll gain some light from it. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1866397235008450219?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1866397235008450219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1866397235008450219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1866397235008450219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1866397235008450219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='看了这篇文章再去爱吧...'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2919385571660575822</id><published>2010-05-17T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:19:34.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱心 plaster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, my silly baby really surprises me, pleasantly of cos :D I cut my finger at gym on Sat. And he gave me a 爱心 plaster =D This is soooooo sweet isn't it? It's really out of my expectation. Something which I nv imagined he wld do. But he did and I'm feeling sugary inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S_CXpjn_D1I/AAAAAAAACgk/w00uN9XCwBc/s1600/Photo0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S_CXpjn_D1I/AAAAAAAACgk/w00uN9XCwBc/s320/Photo0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472040287448534866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww... I heart my darling....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S_CXpPKCN8I/AAAAAAAACgc/AL1Z-qHY9Qs/s1600/Photo0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S_CXpPKCN8I/AAAAAAAACgc/AL1Z-qHY9Qs/s320/Photo0474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472040281954203586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He put the plaster for me :) He sux at putting the plaster cos it was too loose. It came off in the morning. hahaha... he's really the sweetest. What more can I ask for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had been through a really rough patch lately but everything's fine now. We talked abt it and made the promise. I'm a happy, blissful ger now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, I know dun openly show ur affection but I do. hee =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love U MANY MANY ah!!! MUACKZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2919385571660575822?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2919385571660575822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2919385571660575822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2919385571660575822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2919385571660575822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/05/plaster.html' title='爱心 plaster!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S_CXpjn_D1I/AAAAAAAACgk/w00uN9XCwBc/s72-c/Photo0467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1152335731537393009</id><published>2010-05-02T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:32:41.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New PC!!</title><content type='html'>YAY!! Finally got myself a new PC after soooo long!! My lappy really shld be gone long long time ago. A big BIG Thank You to my dearest mummy cos she sponsored me the PC. Hee =D Super happy!!! Was on my comp until 4am in the morning and I woke up at 9am to cont exploring my new comp!! I'm so glued to it now!! LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded the trial version of Power Director 8. WOW! It's GOOOOOOOD stuff!! I wanna get the original!! Here's what I've come out wif juz a few minutes wif the prog!! Not to mention, it has an option to directly upload to FB once you complete the video!! 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Being sensitive, romantic, gentle... Everything most girls wanted in their guy? LOL~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith Kor came back from Thailand but he left his heart there. haha.. With a Thai little girl who is 10 yrs his junior. She looks really sweet, gentle and innocent in the pics :) I like her immediately I saw her (although juz her pics). So I gave Kor the crazy idea of sending the pics to her. It's not juz sending the pic alone, I asked him to buy a nice little frame and send it over with the photo. How sweet isn't it? So he asked for her address from her cousin, Aiko. She was kinda anxious as she smses Aiko TWICE and called her countless times to make sure Aiko got the address. So silly tat makes me like her even more. Of cos, my stupid Kor hear liao there "暗爽"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The address looks a bit alien to us and we wonders will the parcel reach her safe n sound. So I suggested getting her a card to "test water". Also, she'd be expecting something from him. After she receives the card, never will she expect she'll be receiving the parcel following it! Girls love surprises dun we? Bcos of my idea, I hav to accom Kor to get the card during lunch yest. He dunno wat to get. He dun wan to 'scare' her off by sending something too .... He wanted something more neutral. So I suggested sending her a Thank You card. To thank her for the hospitality while he was at Thailand. I think it's brilliant. Hee =D Baobei was there with us too. He asked why sending her a card? Is it her bday? We told him no. I told him, no need for a reason to give someone a card! He's such a blockhead! Even if it's bday I will oso not get a card from this silly blockhead lah. (Still feeling 'unbalanced' over Vday issue...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno why we were on this topic again last nite when Baobei sent me home. I only rem he mentioned something abt if it was him, he wld juz send a photo over. I told him tat was the initial plan! To send the photo over tgt with a nice, beautiful frame. He said that for him, he would juz send the photo over. Maybe with some words behind... =.=" See? This is my blockhead baby. So I told him, "Need to put in more effort de lah! Frame it up with a nice nice frame and send it over! The one receiving will be so happy lo! That's call 有心! Also, you dun need an occasion to give presents or cards. Little surprises like these are so sweet!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know lah. You are hinting me rite?" he chuckled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, I'm not..." (这是明示,不是暗示! 你这个笨蛋!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally bought my Longchamp bag!!! After contemplating for sooooo long!! Hee =D AT gave me a $20 dicount voucher for the bag. So I went ahead to get it! No more procrastinating! Yes, I'm super broke now... But I'm a happy broker! hahahah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I bought this.... Baobei chose it for me cos i'm too indecisive on the colours!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.longchamp.com/_img/new/1623089555_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.longchamp.com/_img/new/1623089555_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3538637770039125959?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3538637770039125959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3538637770039125959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3538637770039125959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3538637770039125959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I were a boy...'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-8553584759110675696</id><published>2010-04-27T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:35:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish for you to be happy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tasneemrocks.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/shooting-star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://tasneemrocks.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/shooting-star.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chain of unhappy events happened lately and I think I'm the cause of it all? Cos I mind too much abt the past and emo over silly things... but in a way, I got to know more things which is really sweet....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The recently incident involved a f*cking bear (which is on my most hated list). He bought it for his ex yrs ago when they were tgt. I told him I feel uneasy seeing the bear and I dun like it. So he kept it somewhere. But still, I dun like the idea tat he still keeps it! So I wanted him to get rid of it. Den his way of getting rid of it was to keep it somewhere out of my sight. But he suay suay kanna seen by me when I was looking for a box to store my stuff. I juz felt like tearing it apart into a million pieces. But I din. I asked him why. He told me that he seems to hav a special affiliation with it. It's like a fren to him. A fren which doesn't speak. But how to expect me to accept that? When I clearly knows what kind of history tat piece of junk has and the kind of memories he shared with her n tat trash. Of cos I was really furious and upset. He even wanted me to be understanding towards him keeping the damn thing. No way I can accept it. I swear I will tear it apart n burn it. He threw it away unwillingly. So unwillingly. It juz made me even furious. The anger I had was difficult to control. It's so difficult for him to part with it, so will it be easier for him to part with me den? It's silly to compare myself with a god damn f*cking non-living thing. But how humiliating it is to feel less treasured than it? So I went into disappearing act for a day. I suspended my FB account and went into hiding. Ignoring his calls n smses. It was to make him feel the hurt. So which is more unbearable? But am I any better off when I clearly know I still love him and want to be wif him more than anything else. So I played a little 'game' with him. I told him if he can appear before me by a stated time, I'll give him another chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was late. But I waited. I know he'll appear. He did. 15 min late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some arguments, blah blah blah.... we kissed and make up. He told me something which really touches me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Next time when you get angry with me, can you think of why you fall in love with me in the first place? Cos I do that everytime."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime he got angry with me, it would be for the split second. He'll always gets gentle cos he thut of why he loves me in the first place? And got he all softened....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I reactivated my FB and saw his posting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish now.."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I asked him wat he would wish for. He said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"wish for my bao bei to be happy with me!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really sweet. It melts my heart. I'm such a silly girl.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-8553584759110675696?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/8553584759110675696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=8553584759110675696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8553584759110675696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8553584759110675696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wish-for-you-to-be-happy.html' title='I wish for you to be happy...'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4558104765867669276</id><published>2010-04-15T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:58:46.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Surprise :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have learnt to appreciate the little things he has done for me n not upset over the things he did not do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ax6MK4FwI/AAAAAAAACgU/EWC8Ivtt9fA/s1600/Photo0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would get upset when I wished that he could do certain things for me but he didn't. I secretly wish for it but it never happened. Den I get upset. Kinda dumb. Cos if I wish silently, he'll never know what I want. Though he can read my mind most of the time. But not every time n everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not the kind who will plan little surprise on special occasions like Valentine's Day, Christmas, etc... So instead of feeling upset n emo over the fact that he did nothing, I took the initiative n gave him a little lunch surprise. Took him to 大长今 for Korean food during lunch today :) Glad that he loves the food there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ax6MK4FwI/AAAAAAAACgU/EWC8Ivtt9fA/s1600/Photo0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ax6MK4FwI/AAAAAAAACgU/EWC8Ivtt9fA/s320/Photo0335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460247211490678530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So coincidentally, the waiter gave us a little private room. So I told Baobei I specially book a room for him. Hahaha~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ax5mEsPZI/AAAAAAAACgM/l--wbk5uI2M/s1600/Photo0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ax5mEsPZI/AAAAAAAACgM/l--wbk5uI2M/s320/Photo0338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460247201264188818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the cups got the restaurant name. Since we were in a private room, no need to feel paiseh when camwhoring. heehee =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axqp0lFTI/AAAAAAAACgE/CqG1UfRLBSg/s1600/Photo0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axqp0lFTI/AAAAAAAACgE/CqG1UfRLBSg/s320/Photo0340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460246944572314930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the little plates have the name....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axpx44OKI/AAAAAAAACf8/2aQ-RtkqyEE/s1600/Photo0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axpx44OKI/AAAAAAAACf8/2aQ-RtkqyEE/s320/Photo0341.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460246929557960866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sides.... They are refillable. It used to have more last time but now is so much lesser :( Baobei loves the mash potatoes and asked for 2nd serving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axpmcgo1I/AAAAAAAACf0/_GgRYZ9BylU/s1600/Photo0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axpmcgo1I/AAAAAAAACf0/_GgRYZ9BylU/s320/Photo0342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460246926486184786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered the spicy beef soup set. Baobei commented saying the soup is very nice. Got the sweetness of the beef and the beef is very tender. Thumbs up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axpFcEKVI/AAAAAAAACfs/zbok4E6xG1I/s1600/Photo0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axpFcEKVI/AAAAAAAACfs/zbok4E6xG1I/s320/Photo0343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460246917625948498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baobei's bibimbab (is it spelt this way?) I wanted to order this too de. But I let him have it and ordered the soup. Lucky the soup is nice. Hahaha!! This is not bad too!! yummy!! heehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner they served us plum juice drink. It doesn't taste like the normal plum drink. It taste really great after a heavy meal. Make me feel less bloated :P But my belt still feels tight after lunch!!! Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axor9Z8nI/AAAAAAAACfk/HYS19ZYrnVk/s1600/Photo0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8axor9Z8nI/AAAAAAAACfk/HYS19ZYrnVk/s320/Photo0345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460246910786466418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of cos must take one nice nice pic with my Baobei!!! It has really been a lovely 6 months together. I'm blessed to have him in my life and I am thankful for that :)&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/5331440681505281666-4558104765867669276?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4558104765867669276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4558104765867669276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4558104765867669276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4558104765867669276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/04/mini-surprise.html' title='Mini Surprise :)'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ax6MK4FwI/AAAAAAAACgU/EWC8Ivtt9fA/s72-c/Photo0335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1379507492271187208</id><published>2010-04-15T09:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:42:47.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/heart/b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/heart/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/heart/o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/heart/b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/heart/e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/heart/i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY 6TH MONTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8Zp0LjtIlI/AAAAAAAACfc/UQz0eGoJhK8/s1600/bus_ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8Zp0LjtIlI/AAAAAAAACfc/UQz0eGoJhK8/s320/bus_ride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460167943409967698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time flies. It has been 6 months since the day he asked me to be his gf. It was on bus 65. So-not-romantic =.= I believe all my readers already know my blockhead dumb dumb bf is an unromantic 笨蛋. Like every other couple, we have our share of quarrels and lovey-dovey moments. After every quarrel, we wld not remember what we quarrel abt after we kiss n make up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 笨蛋 reads my mind most of the time. His hugs are so warm and comfortable tat I din wanna break free from his arms. His kisses are so addictive, I have to force myself to pull away otherwise we'll never stop. These 6 months spent wif him was truly wonder and heavenly. Of cos nothing is perfect but he's my beautiful imperfection. I grumble n whine abt the things I wished he could hav done for me. But I still love him the same. Sometimes he makes me angry but I always forgive this silly baby of mine. He gets angry wif me too but he will cool off very fast. He cnt bear to be angry wif me for too long :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always tell me that everything happens for a reason and everything is a beautiful setup. Although you feel tat heaven is being unfair for making u go thr this shit now but actually it's the beginning of something beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my ben dan, darling, precious, silly, baobei, baby dear! Happy 6th month n more to come :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ZpzzFy75I/AAAAAAAACfU/0VOHFaXDMH0/s1600/baobei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8ZpzzFy75I/AAAAAAAACfU/0VOHFaXDMH0/s320/baobei2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460167936842067858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5331440681505281666-1379507492271187208?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1379507492271187208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1379507492271187208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1379507492271187208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1379507492271187208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-6th-month.html' title='I Love You!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S8Zp0LjtIlI/AAAAAAAACfc/UQz0eGoJhK8/s72-c/bus_ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1153654685297249368</id><published>2010-04-06T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:49:45.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Motivation = No Energy</title><content type='html'>I need motivation. I pull me through each working day and get my work done. Which I have not been doing so for quite awhile. The volcano is going to explode anything (soon).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was scheduled for a 2nd interview yesterday but I have to conduct an external briefing so I informed the organisation I was unable to go for the interview. I thut they will reschedule a day for me but since last Tue they called me until now, no news. The worst part, something stupid cock up for the external briefing. It was suppose to be Malay session yest. I am suppose to do the Mandarin session which is today. Koaz. If bcos of this idiotic messed up n I lose my opportunity of gng for the 2nd interview, really bo hua lo. I try to be responsible but looks like it's not being rewarded :( Need to slack n do nothing den Lady Luck will follow me? Bleah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still being hopeful they will call me up for the interview. However the wait can be rather torturing :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1153654685297249368?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1153654685297249368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1153654685297249368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1153654685297249368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1153654685297249368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-motivation-no-energy.html' title='No Motivation = No Energy'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1739277133707490601</id><published>2010-04-03T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:52:09.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinda getting to love this new blogskin. Or u can say I lazy! Hahaha.... Well, it doesn't look tat bad isn't it? Hee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baobei's having high fever since yest :( Suppose to got gym tgt yest but end up I went myself. Rented Hangover wanna watch tgt at his pl but halfway thr the DVD player spoilt! Today arranged to go SDC to watch Clash of the Titans (3D) but poor baobei still having fever so cancelled and brought him to see doc. He's still burning hot :( Really hope he can recover real soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1739277133707490601?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1739277133707490601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1739277133707490601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1739277133707490601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1739277133707490601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/04/kinda-getting-to-love-this-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2188749033244560559</id><published>2010-04-01T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:47:29.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today marks my 5th year anniversary working here. It's oso April Fool's Day. Wat a joke. A lot of things are running through my mind now. Where shall I start? Pls pardon me if this post gets too random for my readers to catch....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first diving experience was really wonderful! It's really difficult to describe the kind of underwater feeling. You see on National Geographic all those schools of fishes, corals, etc, now it's happening all ard me. How amazing! One will not be able to understand it if you are not a diver. Photos/videos will not be able to truly capture the kind of experience. How those fishes swam ard u. Getting so close to them n being 17.3m underwater. Beautiful. Really beautiful. I love diving is not bcos of him. So stop saying I dive bcos he loves diving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really disappointing and upsetting tat we were unable to dive tgt at Aur. Your cylinder 'o' ring burst n had to surface. We din get to dive hand-in-hand. In fact, disappointment is an understatement. Dun tell me it's not advisable to hold hands while diving. If I can hold my buddy's hand thr'out the dive, why cant u hold mine? (I held on to my buddy cos he kept floating up... I need to prevent him from floating away...) If u can hold her hand to dive, why not mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times I tried to tell u abt how I feel toward certain stuff but u always understand it different from mine. I feel tat it's redundant to say it cos u'll not get the real meaning n understand. Men n women juz think differently. If u cant comprehend, juz accept. Certain articles I show u is to hint to u how i feel n tat how i felt but u read it juz w/o a thut. U ask me to talk to u but if u cnt understand it onli makes me feel more frustrated. I need you to be more proactive. But u remain passive. Act onli upon being told. Wat's the point? Does it mean anything if the action was done upon request? To me, it doesn't mean anything. In fact, it's on a negative scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2188749033244560559?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2188749033244560559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2188749033244560559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2188749033244560559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2188749033244560559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/04/5th-year-anniversary.html' title='5th Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-858478933969059023</id><published>2010-03-25T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:41:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>Changed a new blogskin... office server super slow n it took me super long to change my blogskin to the current look. Let it stay this way for the time being. Edit to make it look nicer when I got the time at home. Office dun have Photoshop n super slow internet connection, I got so pissed editing it. ARGH! At least it looks passable now lah. Juz now was totally cui. Alignment off, colour all wrong... Definitely can be better!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tml will be on half day leave n off to Pulau Aur! Totally no mood to work. Though it's month end n I have accumulated mountain.... Heck... Bo Chap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-858478933969059023?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/858478933969059023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=858478933969059023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/858478933969059023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/858478933969059023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1567997073323313832</id><published>2010-03-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:44:20.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱情不能做比较</title><content type='html'>很多人都会犯的通病&lt;br /&gt;在爱情里做比较&lt;br /&gt;也许现在的他她比以前那个他她会逗你笑&lt;br /&gt;也许刚出现的他她比现在这个他她会照顾你&lt;br /&gt;到底如何衡量呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又或者是他她好象比较疼他她以前那个他她&lt;br /&gt;自己又好象比不上他她以前那个他她&lt;br /&gt;吃以前那个他她的醋&lt;br /&gt;为什么他她有的我没有&lt;br /&gt;要如何分清谁多谁少呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比较后会更快乐吗?&lt;br /&gt;会有你想要的结果吗?&lt;br /&gt;还是会更难过呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会有胜利者的比较&lt;br /&gt;自寻烦恼&lt;br /&gt;钻牛角尖&lt;br /&gt;到最后得到了什么&lt;br /&gt;一颗疲惫的心&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1567997073323313832?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1567997073323313832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1567997073323313832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1567997073323313832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1567997073323313832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='爱情不能做比较'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2287575839176686614</id><published>2010-03-22T11:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:14:12.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"U" turn trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My dive trip to Pulau Aur was postponed to this coming weekend instead :( Due to the heavy rain and thunderstorm, we were forced to make a U-turn and come back to SG. Sigh. Nevertheless, the 19hrs road+sea trip was still as happening. Hee =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brmaH-kCI/AAAAAAAACe8/9suE5CG8qQQ/s1600-h/scuba1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brmaH-kCI/AAAAAAAACe8/9suE5CG8qQQ/s320/scuba1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451303444058902562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filling up the forms before we board the bus. Everyone was so excited!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brmFDC4vI/AAAAAAAACe0/x80FudVrf8w/s1600-h/scuba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brmFDC4vI/AAAAAAAACe0/x80FudVrf8w/s320/scuba2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451303438401069810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the bus! YAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brlneUz4I/AAAAAAAACes/ri7x9LztRoc/s1600-h/scuba3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brlneUz4I/AAAAAAAACes/ri7x9LztRoc/s320/scuba3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451303430462427010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We crossed the customs and started taking pics... opps... photo-taking is not allowed there!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brlKWvHdI/AAAAAAAACek/aVIXVI_3WNM/s1600-h/scuba4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brlKWvHdI/AAAAAAAACek/aVIXVI_3WNM/s320/scuba4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451303422645968338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On board the board heading to Aur. No make-up... cui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boat was leaking and flooded my bed in the middle of the nite :( We cant slp at all and my hair all wet! Baobei has to give up his space n allow me to slp. I was feeling seasick and if I dun slp, I will start throwing up liao :( He ended up sitting on the walkway 'meditating'. Poor baby. Thanks for being so sweet! Little acts like this simply melts the heart. At least compensated the fact that he's not a romantic romeo ;p I realli appreciate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brkl2aagI/AAAAAAAACec/-G7DRuqMiZ0/s1600-h/scuba5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brkl2aagI/AAAAAAAACec/-G7DRuqMiZ0/s320/scuba5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451303412846717442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the long hrs of travelling... damn shagged....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling uber disappointed abt not getting to dive as scheduled but it's ok lah, at least I hav something to look forward to again this weekend? kekeke... Pls no more rain hor!!! Sunny days pls!!! I rather become a roasted pig!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I have a 'shocked' of my life. How can someone be so greedy?? I was walking up the stairs from the MRT platform when a lady's exlink card dropped. I was on the phone n my other hand was full too. I tried to pick up the card n return to her but a guy dashed from behind me n picked up the card. I thut he was so nice n reacted so fast! But to my horror, he took the card n kept it!!! WTF!! The lady realised she had dropped her card n went searching for it. I tried to look for the guy but he was gone. I juz stood there in shocked! I shld hav reacted faster... Early morning, reaction a bit retard... I simply cnt believe it! How can someone be so greedy?? TMD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2287575839176686614?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2287575839176686614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2287575839176686614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2287575839176686614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2287575839176686614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/03/u-turn-trip.html' title='&quot;U&quot; turn trip'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S6brmaH-kCI/AAAAAAAACe8/9suE5CG8qQQ/s72-c/scuba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1255445628917742739</id><published>2010-03-16T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:57:18.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Promises</title><content type='html'>今年的升级名单我又名落孙山了 :( My boss dun even have the  balls to come and talk to me abt it. WTH! He can onli ask the colleague next to me how am I. WTF! Giving me empty promises year after year and it's not as though there's no chance for promotion, you juz didn't keep ur promise to make it happened. 我可不是省油的灯. Instead of staying here and wait for things to happened, I've taken steps to make things happen. The colleagues here are wonderful but the work sux. Work sux nvm, but boss is blind or onli see what they wan to see? The motivation to stay on is pratically ZERO. They tink I will not leave? I would. Juz a matter of time n opportunity. Waiting for the right time, right moment and 'poof' off I go... I'm not indispensable but I make a difference....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1255445628917742739?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1255445628917742739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1255445628917742739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1255445628917742739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1255445628917742739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/03/empty-promises.html' title='Empty Promises'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5579402375706185048</id><published>2010-03-14T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:31:07.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that me?</title><content type='html'>Best creation for ladies, Makeup, at least to me. Since Uni days, I will not step out of the hse w/o makeup. Cos I look like ghost with the dark eye circles. I will at least put loose powder n draw my eyebrows. Yes, my eyebrows has to be drawn, otherwise it's like shit! U'll know when u see me w/o makeup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5z9Lb3QFxI/AAAAAAAACeU/4XRtOb427gQ/s1600-h/Photo0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5z9Lb3QFxI/AAAAAAAACeU/4XRtOb427gQ/s320/Photo0116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448508022111344402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, attended a wedding dinner on Sat nite n I was too free until I went to curl n style my hair. LOL~ I tink this pics is really nice :D my intention wasn't to upload this pic but the next one is gonne look like ghost so uploaded this to compensate a bit. haha! Yes, i'm an artificial beauty, only looks good when wif makeup :( AT LEAST I still can be mei mei when I put on makeup..... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my Open Water Diving (OWD) theory n test on Fri nite. Today was the pool session. This is me, looking totally 'CUI'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5z9K7PEk1I/AAAAAAAACeM/juGbOuDsHD8/s1600-h/Photo0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5z9K7PEk1I/AAAAAAAACeM/juGbOuDsHD8/s320/Photo0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448508013352883026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't want to upload this pic cos I looked God-Damn-Fucking-UGLY here :( but this is the only pic i have now to upload....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun in the pool today but I was feeling a little bit scared... I choked while clearing mask for the first time n I kept wanting to use my nose to breathe. Being unable to breathe thr my nose makes me feel suffocating :( But towards the end of the lessons, I kinda got used to it but still feel a bit uncomfortable. Now is onli in the pool, can emerge anytime but if out in the sea, underwater for 18m how to 'pop' my head outta water n breathe thr my nose? This is e only challenge I need to overcome. It's not a joking or fun matter. Can die de. I get panicky when my nose 'suck' in water n started choking n coughing :( Hopefully wed session will be better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5579402375706185048?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5579402375706185048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5579402375706185048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5579402375706185048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5579402375706185048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-that-me.html' title='Is that me?'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5z9Lb3QFxI/AAAAAAAACeU/4XRtOb427gQ/s72-c/Photo0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2941278678294157431</id><published>2010-03-11T09:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:06:01.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanical Gardens</title><content type='html'>It's one of those few occassions I will bring my G7 out for some phototaking. It's too heavy lah. Ok, actually is I'm lazy ;p Was in the mood for some photography on Sun so brought it out to camwhore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLxSNZ36I/AAAAAAAACeE/nm-COJpfd30/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447187059378347938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLxSNZ36I/AAAAAAAACeE/nm-COJpfd30/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love the effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLw3WESuI/AAAAAAAACd8/e_my_2jjTQI/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447187052166925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLw3WESuI/AAAAAAAACd8/e_my_2jjTQI/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tink this is nice :D Purely camera effect. No photoshop! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLwW3xcgI/AAAAAAAACd0/t-GpXpBgYTs/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447187043449926146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLwW3xcgI/AAAAAAAACd0/t-GpXpBgYTs/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to be irritating here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLiFqtWqI/AAAAAAAACds/rMiUh0Vo7kY/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186798313560738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLiFqtWqI/AAAAAAAACds/rMiUh0Vo7kY/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful nature with drying up lake :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLhhXrizI/AAAAAAAACdk/qFyPeU551Lg/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186788570073906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLhhXrizI/AAAAAAAACdk/qFyPeU551Lg/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spotted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLg7821uI/AAAAAAAACdc/JQUJYFjzlSM/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186778525456098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLg7821uI/AAAAAAAACdc/JQUJYFjzlSM/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww... isn't it cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLgT20Y5I/AAAAAAAACdU/AMApoyZSnSg/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186767762711442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLgT20Y5I/AAAAAAAACdU/AMApoyZSnSg/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The turtle looks rather fierce here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLfY4G-GI/AAAAAAAACdM/o6NAqNw6t58/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186751930431586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLfY4G-GI/AAAAAAAACdM/o6NAqNw6t58/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bird loves bread too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLGQpFYsI/AAAAAAAACdE/uWyJqha8yBw/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186320223199938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLGQpFYsI/AAAAAAAACdE/uWyJqha8yBw/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLGFlV2MI/AAAAAAAACc8/DrTkY_e1md8/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186317254711490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLGFlV2MI/AAAAAAAACc8/DrTkY_e1md8/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It becomes like a toxicated flower after I reverse the colours.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLFounBbI/AAAAAAAACc0/ipT3z6neU1w/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186309508957618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLFounBbI/AAAAAAAACc0/ipT3z6neU1w/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plain white bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLFDGkSlI/AAAAAAAACcs/RuzohtH36OY/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186299408894546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLFDGkSlI/AAAAAAAACcs/RuzohtH36OY/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to be artistic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLEkNVPOI/AAAAAAAACck/kMSltyqn63k/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447186291115769058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLEkNVPOI/AAAAAAAACck/kMSltyqn63k/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGsjlh4eI/AAAAAAAACcc/gwffy3Tt87M/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447181480585454050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGsjlh4eI/AAAAAAAACcc/gwffy3Tt87M/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tried again... erm better but the model not so natural....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGsPQN7FI/AAAAAAAACcU/2Idl-nymPUI/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447181475127356498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGsPQN7FI/AAAAAAAACcU/2Idl-nymPUI/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGrnz-NfI/AAAAAAAACcM/EGSSBfFR1jM/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447181464539903474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGrnz-NfI/AAAAAAAACcM/EGSSBfFR1jM/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So hot n dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGrMIp5JI/AAAAAAAACcE/9ewZq1IlZW8/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447181457110459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGrMIp5JI/AAAAAAAACcE/9ewZq1IlZW8/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful swans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGq58fycI/AAAAAAAACb8/ScYUKHMJ9Z0/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447181452227627458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGq58fycI/AAAAAAAACb8/ScYUKHMJ9Z0/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGCL49uGI/AAAAAAAACb0/GRQkWlvldU4/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447180752670013538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGCL49uGI/AAAAAAAACb0/GRQkWlvldU4/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to take artistic photos again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGBhepptI/AAAAAAAACbs/UMi_PXW07PY/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447180741285357266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGBhepptI/AAAAAAAACbs/UMi_PXW07PY/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; National Geographic photographer wannabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGBOQXWlI/AAAAAAAACbk/IpyuPj0F-JY/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447180736125164114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGBOQXWlI/AAAAAAAACbk/IpyuPj0F-JY/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's snowing white bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGAtQ6qII/AAAAAAAACbc/QDPssvLopjY/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447180727269107842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGAtQ6qII/AAAAAAAACbc/QDPssvLopjY/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fishes love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGABLoGmI/AAAAAAAACbU/nz_Qf7Eg4QE/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447180715435760226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hGABLoGmI/AAAAAAAACbU/nz_Qf7Eg4QE/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's all gone in 60 sec!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usu guys are the photographer n they use their gfs as models n u see alot of their gfs in the pics... But for me, it's e reversal. LOL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite like some of the pics taken. My G7 is GOOOOOOOD! Apart from the weight n size, it's a pretty gd camera :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2941278678294157431?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2941278678294157431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2941278678294157431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2941278678294157431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2941278678294157431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/03/botanical-gardens.html' title='Botanical Gardens'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S5hLxSNZ36I/AAAAAAAACeE/nm-COJpfd30/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4187011991324126910</id><published>2010-03-01T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:02:16.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Pliage</title><content type='html'>Was randomly browsing online sometime back den came across this Longchamp bag. Kinda tempted into buying it but curbed my urge. It's a WANT not a NEED... I'm trying to keep my credit card bill under $500 each month. Every month I'm exceeding my budget. I'm a poor man now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4smC7DG3SI/AAAAAAAACbM/KdaDhfOLfk0/s1600-h/longchamp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443486406259694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4smC7DG3SI/AAAAAAAACbM/KdaDhfOLfk0/s320/longchamp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then today, I saw on the webby can customise ur own Le Pliage... hmmm.... $165... If it was last time, I no need to ponder so long to get a bag at this price. But I'm pretty tight after financing the car which I dun get priority to use and I hardly use.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4slSKTz6EI/AAAAAAAACbE/QNeLvXhLz9k/s1600-h/longchamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443485568542697538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4slSKTz6EI/AAAAAAAACbE/QNeLvXhLz9k/s320/longchamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Din really enjoy my weekend. Was easily frustrated and irritated. Went to update my bank book today. It makes me upset. haiz. It used to make me smile cos of the increasing number. But ever since I moved back home, it's constantly dropping. From it was a more than 100% drop in my savings. So much for being a good daughter. I agreed to increase the monthly allowance given to my parents cos they say I moved back le, household expenses will increase. When I hardly eat at home and how much will the PUB bill increase after I move back? I dun wan to be calculative with my own parents. So I juz agreed. My dad had retired and he still needs to finance the car. Which is very straining for him. So I asked him to change to a smaller car. Now I'm financing the car loan. Which puts the strain on me. Topping up the fuel to full tank everytime I use it, n topping up the cashcard. On average, I use once or twice. Which depends on availability of the car. I dun get the priority to use it even though I'm the one paying for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother earning much more than I do, is only contributing 40% of what I am giving. Yes, he dun stay here but does it mean tat he can give only 40%? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like juz stop being so nice. It doesn't pay to be nice. Onli make myself suffer. Pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work sux too. I completely give up. I feel so not being appreciated and I totally bo chap now. I dun try to hit target, I slack everyday. Come late n leave on the dot. Gone are the days I will stay back till 9pm to clear my work. For wat fu*k? As if the boss will be appreciative and reward me for my hardwork. Pissed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I juz wan to break free from all these. Pack n go far away from all these shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to 2 conclusions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Faster find a new job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Treat 70% of the allowance give to them as room+car rental and 30% as REAL allowance to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun wan to continue waking up everyday feeling frustrated. Feeling like as though the whole world owes me. The feeling truly sux!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4187011991324126910?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4187011991324126910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4187011991324126910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4187011991324126910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4187011991324126910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/03/le-pliage.html' title='Le Pliage'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4smC7DG3SI/AAAAAAAACbM/KdaDhfOLfk0/s72-c/longchamp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1101499065390552876</id><published>2010-02-24T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:56:51.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quarrels can enhance or break a relationship. I'm glad mine got better :) At least we iron out the differences and understand each other better in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W has been really sweet lately. He came all the way from his house to pick me up n we travel all the way from East to West back to his house on Sat. Long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came back to work. He went to pack lunch back for me n we ate tgt. Send me home after work n he travel the long long way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came in office feeling grumpy n tired. He see me so tired, he went to get me tea. Tat's really heartwarming n sweet :) little gesture like this touches me. I truly appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1101499065390552876?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1101499065390552876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1101499065390552876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1101499065390552876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1101499065390552876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/quarrels-can-enhance-or-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-9163488145583069478</id><published>2010-02-23T09:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:58:00.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been complaining alot abt me being fat lately :( Cos I feel damn FAT!!! Argh... My arms, legs, tummy =.= bascially all over. The onli part I'm satisfied with? My wrist. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home early yest so got tons of time to iron my clothes n surf net. Was browsing thr my old photos in FB. Hmm... I seems ok. Not too bad la. Maybe need to slim dwn juz a bit more. But today someone has to spoil my little confidence by saying, "eh? 你的手臂很大!" :( Self-confidence downed to subzero again. Demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W has been really nice tat he kept telling me I'm not fat n he loves the way I am. But I dun. I hate the way I am. FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this in the magazine over the weekends. So went to buy it almost immediately to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4M0kCTc8oI/AAAAAAAACa8/BoZP7G1U_AQ/s1600-h/103081606001n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250568492085890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4M0kCTc8oI/AAAAAAAACa8/BoZP7G1U_AQ/s320/103081606001n-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4M0jkNYvbI/AAAAAAAACa0/xs4xheEilo4/s1600-h/30484g0_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250560413580722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4M0jkNYvbI/AAAAAAAACa0/xs4xheEilo4/s320/30484g0_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have it for arms n tummy too but din get tat. Bought this to try try first. If it's really effective and good, den will get the rest to test out. Today is the 2nd day of applying. Well, my legs feels smoother but slimming? Has yet to see any changes yet. Hopefully it will!! It's for those ladies whose legs grow bigger from developing muscles. Juz the thing I need!! Well, a lot of reviews online says it's gd. Will juz hav to try it myself to really see for myself whether it really works. Will post the results 1 mth later after using....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-9163488145583069478?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/9163488145583069478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=9163488145583069478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/9163488145583069478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/9163488145583069478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/been-complaining-alot-abt-me-being-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S4M0kCTc8oI/AAAAAAAACa8/BoZP7G1U_AQ/s72-c/103081606001n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4337237522253432121</id><published>2010-02-22T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:44:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty Engine</title><content type='html'>After a long week of break, really having difficulty getting my engine to start :( Super slack. Hav tons of work clear, esp now is oso mth end, but I cnt seem to gather any motivation to start doing anything :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel super fat :( CNY eat so much thut can go run in the cool kampung morning but haiz... Now cnt exercise for at least 2 weeks, feel tat my fats r growing, growing n growing!!! Next mth gng for my diving course le. I wan to shed off those ugly fats so I look gd in the wetsuit. hur hur... Super sadded....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep staring at those flabby, ugly tyres round my waist. ARGH! If staring cn get rid of them, I'll juz sit there n star whole day! LOL~ Those stupid tyres hav been wif me forever. Even when I weigh 45kg, they are still there!! Cant seem to get rid of them. Exercise, dieting, slimming sessions, nothing helps :( Looks like I'm forever stuck with it!!! Sickening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4337237522253432121?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4337237522253432121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4337237522253432121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4337237522253432121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4337237522253432121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/rusty-engine.html' title='Rusty Engine'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6345158555428344127</id><published>2010-02-19T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:11:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>都是我的错</title><content type='html'>"Ya.. Same old trick of hanging up on me and switching off your phone.. If you even have an ounce of respect for me, you wont do that.. Do i shout at you? Do i hang up on you? Do i even switch off my phone and leave you hearing my voicemail msg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And dont say you are understanding when you are feeling upset over it.. That's not considered being understanding.. You're just merely hiding your displeasure.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the 2 msges I received the moment I on my phone. Not understanding. Showing no respect. I dun care abt how u feel. Everything is my fault. You said the 2 things which attracted u to me most is my understanding n caring. Now I am neither understanding nor caring. Looks like there's nothing attractive abt me anymore. Looks like we've reached the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's always abt you."&lt;br /&gt;"Everything I do juz seems not enuff."&lt;br /&gt;"I dun see why you need to be upset over such small issue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems so familiar to me. Heard it over n over again. Hearing it once may be a misunderstanding. Hearing twice maybe coincidence? Hearing it so many times. Ya it's true. Tat's me. Not understanding. Always finding fault. Never contented. Juz tink abt my own feelings. I'm such a sucky person. Lousy gf. I dun deserve to be pampered by anyone. I shld juz be alone n not waste anyone's time n mess up ppl's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是任何人的错。一切都是自己错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切都是美好的安排？让我看清了自己。原来，我都没变。还是一样的差劲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I merely wan to see u cos I miss u. Hoping to see u n felt disappointed is my fault. It became such a big issue juz bcos I wanted to be wif u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I look forward to lunchtime. So I can be wif you. I look forward to off work cos I can be wif u. I look forward to weekends cos I can stick to you. I guess I'm being over possessive. Feeling lost w/o u by my side is my fault. I shldn't have love u so much n wanting to be wif u all e time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千错万错，最终还是自己错了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6345158555428344127?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6345158555428344127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6345158555428344127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6345158555428344127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6345158555428344127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-being-understanding.html' title='都是我的错'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3017034792987529232</id><published>2010-02-18T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:09:52.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Just Dun Get It!</title><content type='html'>Guys wan understanding gfs. But being understanding doesn't mean the ger dun hav the rights to be upset or disappointed or secretly wishing the bf wld do something diff for a change to surprise her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand perfectly that W goes to the gym every Thu. I usu wld go with him but due to my injury, I'm unable to do so today. So he went ahead as usu n met his frens there. Though I was secretly hoping he wld turn up at my doorstep instead but he din. I know he wldn't. I know I will get disappointed but I still HOPE tat he wld surprise me n do something which I wld nv expect. Well, as I expected, he went to the gym. Naturally I felt disappointed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he is feeling frustrated tat I'm not being understanding tat he needs to go to the gym n I'm throwing a fuss of the fact tat he went gym instead of coming to see me. Sigh. If I wan to kick up a big fuss, I wld hav demanded him to come n see me instead of allowing him to go gym. I din complain to him. He come n read my blog den stir up the whole shit now it becomes my fault. I dun have the rights to express my feelings n emotions in my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wld u feel if u were the one receiving the smses below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, just me not coming over to see you today doesn't mean tt I am taking you for granted or neglecting you ok? I need to do my own stuffs too alright? And it's not everytime I do tt.. You know how I am.. I need to go to the gym ok? And me lying to you, yes it's wrong.. No doubts.. But I wont do it anymore.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is the one who is feeling unhappy when I said I need to go to the gym first? If you are understanding you wont even feel tt way in the first place.. And why now with the sudden change in attitude saying tt you dont feel like meeting tmr? I didn't even do anything wrong in the first place.. I just said I need to gum tt's all.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok then tell me why then? You're not like this just now.. What is it I dont understand? You always see things your way.. As long as I dont see it the same way as you, it is me who dont understand.. I cant believe you're feeling this way just because I went to the gym today instead of coming to find you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din say he's taking me for granted or neglecting me. I din restrict him from doing anything. I din say he did anything wrong. Of cos he dun understand. If he understand, he wldn't be making the last statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I dun even hav the rights to daydream n get disappointed n emo on my own n whine in my blog. I cn quarrel wif him over this but I din. I felt like being misunderstood but wat can I say? He juz keep insisting on things which I din say. What he deduced n thut becomes the fact....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3017034792987529232?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3017034792987529232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3017034792987529232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3017034792987529232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3017034792987529232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/men-just-dun-get-it.html' title='Men Just Dun Get It!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-8487626038790771352</id><published>2010-02-18T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:29:48.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is more impt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41iRE0sUP%2BL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41iRE0sUP%2BL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Complained abt my not-so-romantic bf in my previous entry. Yap, I was rite, no surprise on Vday, end up still quarrel over it until I onli slept for 1.5 hrs n left hse to grandpa's. He took a cab dwn to pass me his perfume cos he wanted to pass me the other day but it slipped his mind. It's my fav scent. I already decided not to be mad at him b4 I knew he was coming dwn to find me. cos no pt. So wat if he does something now? It's completely defeats the purpose. To me, it has lost all meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned how sweet he is when I sprained my ankle. Accom me to the doc n help me to wash my hair. Bought me Vit C tablet n coming over to see me for the past 2 days. I start to ponder, which is more impt? Giving me a big surprise on Vday or being there to take care of me when I needed someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, the best case scenario is to have both lah, but how many guys are actually like tat? It's rare to hav such guys ard. I thut younger guys r sweeter? Hmm.. seems like I'm wrong. I also thut Virgos are romantic ppl. I'm wrong too... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is abt accepting the flaws. Everyone has. So do I. It's impossible to find the perfect one. So we need to learn to accept ba. Of cos, the other party cnt take me fpr granted. Juz bcos I'm forgiving n easy-going doesn't mean I'm gd to bully :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-8487626038790771352?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/8487626038790771352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=8487626038790771352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8487626038790771352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8487626038790771352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/which-is-more-impt.html' title='Which is more impt?'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1420653082608134795</id><published>2010-02-17T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:40:52.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening CNY!!</title><content type='html'>There's a limit to how clumsy one can get. Fell down on 2nd day of CNY due to being too diligent :( Brought my running gear back to msia to run. Sigh. Slipped n sprained my ankle n fell. I'm onli like into 7min of my run! Lucky cuzzie was there wif me. Otherwise I dunno how I crawl back hm sia :( Nearly fainted after the fall. Cos everytime I bleed I will faint. Lay at the roadside to rest while I waited for my cuzzie to run back hm n get the car to come fetch me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t3fl-_CiI/AAAAAAAACas/KB4OZPYGBM4/s1600-h/SNC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t3fl-_CiI/AAAAAAAACas/KB4OZPYGBM4/s320/SNC00116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439072359635946018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the pig's leg?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t3fB3bgLI/AAAAAAAACak/UD7zmcow7xM/s1600-h/SNC00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t3fB3bgLI/AAAAAAAACak/UD7zmcow7xM/s320/SNC00111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439072349940580530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The abrasion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was realli a happening CNY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I got to grandpa's they told me one of my cuzzie kanna food posioning. Went to see doc in the middle of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The car no. plate of my cuzzie drop off on the road.... we somehow found it along the road the NEXT day! LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I sprained my leg n fell :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventful sia... nevertheless, I enjoyed my CNY wif my relatives in Msia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2I38YirI/AAAAAAAACac/Ae3nCAwieVA/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2I38YirI/AAAAAAAACac/Ae3nCAwieVA/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439070869808253618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wat a spread on CNY eve :) Eat until super duper full lo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2ITY0rrI/AAAAAAAACaU/ZB_Cb21TgMA/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2ITY0rrI/AAAAAAAACaU/ZB_Cb21TgMA/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439070859995426482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhoring wif my cuzzies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2IEKSiPI/AAAAAAAACaM/yvLn4MxtGqs/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2IEKSiPI/AAAAAAAACaM/yvLn4MxtGqs/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439070855907936498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HUAT ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2HiuYa-I/AAAAAAAACaE/F5Rn75MFPK4/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2HiuYa-I/AAAAAAAACaE/F5Rn75MFPK4/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439070846932511714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the seaside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2HYeqo2I/AAAAAAAACZ8/-7ZUt_WWKM0/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t2HYeqo2I/AAAAAAAACZ8/-7ZUt_WWKM0/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439070844182242146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0XATa0eI/AAAAAAAACZ0/P-q-lNbBn3E/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0XATa0eI/AAAAAAAACZ0/P-q-lNbBn3E/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439068913547268578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mac Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0Wkr4jBI/AAAAAAAACZs/yPCzZg40J6w/s1600-h/IMG_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0Wkr4jBI/AAAAAAAACZs/yPCzZg40J6w/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439068906133687314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;孔明灯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0WSUCS9I/AAAAAAAACZk/DH1pHBgg3sk/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0WSUCS9I/AAAAAAAACZk/DH1pHBgg3sk/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439068901201824722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wearing the same polo tee as my beloved ah gong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0VwXr-bI/AAAAAAAACZc/GNwclkKsKpM/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0VwXr-bI/AAAAAAAACZc/GNwclkKsKpM/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439068892090333618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More camwhoring wif cuzzies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0Vjm78-I/AAAAAAAACZU/V9xWsTqskc0/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t0Vjm78-I/AAAAAAAACZU/V9xWsTqskc0/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439068888664634338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not realli in the mood to type long long post... Cos I cnt do anything except sit ard n rot.... LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Baobei was very sweet yest. He came over the moment I got back n accom me to see sinseh for my ankle. Helped me to wash my hair. Damn shiok! hahaha... Yeah, he din get me anything for Vday n I was uber upset over it but he's sweet de la. Thanks darling for showering me wif TLC. MUACKZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1420653082608134795?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1420653082608134795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1420653082608134795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1420653082608134795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1420653082608134795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/happening-cny.html' title='Happening CNY!!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S3t3fl-_CiI/AAAAAAAACas/KB4OZPYGBM4/s72-c/SNC00116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1386386118658532103</id><published>2010-02-13T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:07:23.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crazyleafdesign.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/free-valentines-day-vectors-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.crazyleafdesign.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/free-valentines-day-vectors-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's one day in advance... I'm gng back to grandpa's for CNY so cnt blog tml la. What does Valentine's Day mean to you? A day to show ur love? Shld couples only celebrate their love on this day? Well, couples shld celebrate their love everyday but Valentine's Day is a bit special. Isn't it? To do something special tgt. And not doing the same old stuff everyday. If Valentine's Day is not worth celebrating den can forget abt any other occassions like Christmas Day, Birthdays, etc. Cos u need to make everyday special. This becomes NOT special anymore. Every will be the same. I tink having such occassions are for those unromantic idiots to at least tink of something n make the day special. If they dun do so on such days, what makes u tink they will do so on any other 'normal' days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who shld be the one to plan the occassion? The guy or the gal? 'Traditionally' it's the guy's job. Yes, the world speak abt equality among sexes. But is it ever equal? Women are still the ones getting preg n giving birth! Certain things will nv change. I juz felt tat if the gal needs to be the one planning, it's such a sad story. Tink maybe will be better off single whereby suitors will initiate dates n plan the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already posted last yr on the flowers stuff. Dun wanna repeat myself. I hav oso been preaching abt being romantic need not hav to burn ur pockets, so I shall skip tat too. So why are all these men still not doing anything for their loved ones? Cos they feel tat Valentine's Day is a day businessman created to cheat their money?? Come on lah, guys. Valentine's Day is juz as impt as her bday, anniversary, Christmas..... make her feel special on this special day! Yes, I know, the sky will not turn pink n the clouds will not be in heart shapes on this day but make her feel tat the sky is! Be sensitive. Give her the attention. Make her feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the pitiful grp which nv realli hav anything special gng on for Valentine's Day. It has been like this for my 20 odd yrs. When I was little, I wld daydream abt reaching sch n found a bouquet of flowers on my desk. It's disappointment yr after yr. Now I can understand why other gers in shld will get them but not me. Cos I'm such an ugly, fat ger back den. Who can only daydream abt such stuff. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best Valentine's Day? It was in Uni, when I received my first and only bouquet of roses from my den bf. A mini bouquet but it was really a surprise. I realli nv expected tat cos I gave up dreaming tat I wld receive flowers on this day. Thought not my fav white lily but it's still lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I wld hope tat I wld receive flowers from the ex hb, delievered to my office. But i got none. I see my cols receiving flowers so lovely but my table is always empty. I envy them. Even the not-so-pretty or the not-so-slim cols oso receive flowers... sigh. feel so xin li bu ping heng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a guy who handmade the roses for his gf. How sweet but poor me. I nearly vomit blood teaching him how to make them. It doesn't cost much but it means a lot to the receiver. Every rose, is made wif love. Envy again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pinning my hopes high this yr. I know I will get disappointed. For all of you out there, I wish all of you a romantic, sweet &amp;amp; loving Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1386386118658532103?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1386386118658532103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1386386118658532103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1386386118658532103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1386386118658532103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-123291360413534655</id><published>2010-02-11T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:18:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very philosophical. If you have $999,999 and I give u $1, you become a millionaire. Every dollar counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very philosophical staff made tat statement. Had a very interesting chat with him for 1.5h this morning. I do understand tat everyone has their own views abt life but I realli hav to take my hats off to salute him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 20yrs, the wife din not talk to him n they slp in separate room. He juz take it silently. He did not grumble nor blame the wife. He onli blames himself for not being some successful man who earns a lot n can let the wife live in comfort. If she nags or gumble he juz listen n not argue. It his fault, he says. He dines alone at him as the wife will leave e table whenever he sits done to dine tgt with her n the children. So he let them eat first n he eats the leftovers n clear the dishes. Sometimes he tears while eating. Sad. Working hard his whole life to support his wife n children. Supporting them thr education w/o asking anything in return. Sending them overseas to study. Saving every single cent, limting himself to onli $2.50 per meal during lunch. Sometimes I see liao oso feel the heartache :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the boss give unreasonable instructions or scold him for his work, he juz blame it on the fact he was unable to climb to above his level to be the one giving him instructions. If u r not up there den u LL lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He encouraged me to leave here. 5 yrs le. Promising me promotion yr after yr but I dun see it coming. He says here is not a place to stay on. Leave while u r still young. I do hav to agree wif him the ppl here are great but it's not a pl for career advancement. Promotion is on based on 'liking' not on capabilities. Our team has the lowest o/s cases n highest recovery rate but in time of apprasial, we were all ranked at the bottom. Sigh. Sad. Cheng sim. Voicing out and wanting justice, onli put me at risk of having a lower ranking then b4. Wat for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to look for greener pasture.... Any jobs to intro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-123291360413534655?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/123291360413534655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=123291360413534655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/123291360413534655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/123291360413534655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/very-philosophical.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3354793604246624953</id><published>2010-02-10T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:02:57.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running = Bulky thights &amp; Calves??</title><content type='html'>I have started to go gym n running 3 times a week since end Dec 09. I wanna lose those fats and look slimmer. So I followed the workout plan W has planned for me n I dilligently follow them thr. Somehow, the results are not wat I expected it to be :( It's realli upsetting. I'm getting more bulky n gaining inches instead of losing! My weight oso going up!! Demoralising. Should hav juz not exercise at all :( So I went online to do some research... To my horror, my ladies, like me, wanted to have lean legs but end up have muscles build up on their hips, thights n calves from running!! Gosh.... Yeah, there maybe lady runners who r lean n slim but they are the minority, the exceptionals. The majority, like myself, get bulky legs :( Sadded. Pants get tighter instead!! i do hav to admit it does tone up my legs but gaining inches? Tat's definately not any lady want! It was recommanded to do power walking instead. It helps to build long, lean leg muscles. I'm like siaon liao la... I juz signed up for the Newton Challenge for 30km run in Oct. If dun train up running how to go? But this will mean I will let my legs cont to grow!!! Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the growing legs, my arms r growing in size too :( did weights in gym. it's getting toned but the inches are on the raise! Sadded AGAIN! Everything juz like went the other way. hur hur.... W meant well cos I wanna lose weight. But the routine he impart me with is more suitable for guys who wanna beef up n looks great! But for ladies, we wan to stay slim not bulky! He says ladies will not get bulky de, it's very difficult. However I tink otherwise :( Abt 1 mth plus of workout, I'm feeling the effect... At first I was complaining over the weight gain but he says tat I'm gaining muscles faster than losing fats, tat's why the gain. Dun worry, ur weight will decrease later on. I believed him cos muscles r heavier than fats. I patiently wait for the day my fats will be shed n start losing weight n inches. Seems like everything juz went so wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super sadded.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3354793604246624953?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3354793604246624953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3354793604246624953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3354793604246624953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3354793604246624953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/running-bulky-thights-calves.html' title='Running = Bulky thights &amp; Calves??'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4572822758265874230</id><published>2010-02-10T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:28:16.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coaxing</title><content type='html'>I believe most ladies wld love their guy to be romantic and know wat to do when they get mad at them. Hoping the guy wld do something to ease her anger. Sometimes the 'prolonged anger' is actually waiting for the guy to show his sincerity in saying sorry. When she dun get it, the 'prolonged fake anger' become 'real anger'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is he so dumb head??? Cant he juz be more romantic??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies are often contradicting animals. They say forgive u but secretly still hoping the guy wld do something to make her smile. To redeem his mistake. But tat nv happened. Guys usu juz 'happily' thut everything is over and carry on like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies want attention. To be showered with love. Ladies voice out wat they are unhappy abt hoping tat the guy wld do something abt it. Yes, ladies wan to see the long term change but also the short term effect of making her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Guy made Ger angry. Guy said sorry and promised not the make the same dumb mistake again. Ger accepted his apology. Seeing the change or whether will he really not make the same mistake again is a long term thing. Ger want Guy to do something immediate. Like maybe make her a sorry card? If handicraft sux, buy one and write her a sweet sweet note. Actualli handicraft sucky anot, I believe Ger wun mind. Cos it's the thut that counts rite? Or buy her flowers. A bouquet maybe too expensive, maybe get her juz a stalk? Surprise her at her office after work n give her the flower. Buy her fav choco accompanied wif a sweet note will do the trick too. Guys, juz crack that seldom use pig brain of urs n tink of something! Note: need variety in ur coaxing methods. Everytime doing the same old stuff, it juz became a routine n sorry, it's so not sincere to the lady and it becomes boring instead of romantic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of cos, GUYS! dun only do it when u make the lady mad!! Do it occassionally to make her smile n brighten up her day! Simple stuff like a sweet MMS or ecard with sweet nothings wordings from ur heart can make her smile whole day n more forgiving towards u when u step gently on her tail. These cost nothing! Anyway, being in a relationship cnt be measured in dollars n cents la. If under tight budget den spend within ur budget lo. Pls refer to my previous post, NO ALL GERS ARE MATERIALISTIC!!! If she is, dump her. Such leech shldn't even exist in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gers love surprises!! I mean pleasent surprises hor!! Not showing up at her office with cheesecake when she's trying hard to lose weight. U'll juz kanna a big 'slap' on ur face. Den u start asking, "I thut u like surprises?" Stupid move. 该打!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, cn u all juz wise up a bit? Seriously I dun wish to list down every single thing u cn do to make ur ger drown in blissfulness. But being guys, u all need to be taught step by step!!! If everything oso need the the ger to spell out, den it became meaningless. Hence I dun believe in ask n u'll get. Gers juz keep hoping n Guys remind blockhead n not giving. It juz became a vicious cycle... Den guy complaint, why gers always get mad over small trivial issues? But hav u guys paid enuff attention to the ger and knows wat she want? It takes 2 hands to clap la huh. If u hav treated her like a princess, u'll get ur emperor treatment too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4572822758265874230?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4572822758265874230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4572822758265874230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4572822758265874230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4572822758265874230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/coaxing.html' title='Coaxing'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2949308937558206454</id><published>2010-02-05T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:12:33.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a surprise backfired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2t6-QvlkOI/AAAAAAAACZM/4J7QOMtgE50/s1600-h/Airshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434572585417674978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2t6-QvlkOI/AAAAAAAACZM/4J7QOMtgE50/s320/Airshow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W says he feels like gng to watch the airshow. But later decided not to. It's gd to hav he said. I made him BELIEVE that we r not gng anymore. And planned to go gym on Sat. He din know tat secretly I'm arranging to go for the airshow. Wanted to give him a surprise. So I went to ask my col abt the tickets purchase cos he told me he'd be gng. Heng I asked and he actualli cld get me a pair for free tix to the airshow!!! YAY!!! I wanted to wait till today when I collec the tix from my col den surprise W wif the tix. But I cldn't keep my excitement so I told him last nite. His reaction wasn't how I pictured it to be :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He din show signs of excitement nor is been pleasantly surprised :( He 'insisted' on wanting to go gym on Sat. I told him we can always go on Sun after his soccer. He says why not go on Sun. But he says Mon gng gym liao. Dun wanna go gym consecutively for 2 days... I din arrange for Sun cos he every Sun morning go soccer until 1-2pm. And he wun skip gng for soccer for this.... So I thut Sat wld be a better day.... Feeling dejected after the unexpected response, I din feel like gng to the airshow anymore. Juz told him we'll go ahead wif gym on Sat den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sense my upsetness and say we go gym on Sun. I was upset. He was the one who said tat dun wan/cnt go gym consecutively for 2 days. Need a day in between to rest. So I 'insisted' tat we cn dun go for the airshow. And felt so stupid for wanting to surprise him thinking tat he wld be delighted to be gng for it. Everything juz backfired. Made me really felt like an idiot. Doing 'extra' things n kanna backfired. End up both not happy n engage in this unnecessary conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thut it wld be sweet to surprise him. Though I wld love it if he does it for me. But since he din so I did. But in the end... haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2949308937558206454?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2949308937558206454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2949308937558206454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2949308937558206454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2949308937558206454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-surprise-backfired.html' title='When a surprise backfired!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2t6-QvlkOI/AAAAAAAACZM/4J7QOMtgE50/s72-c/Airshow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-9064891283982572743</id><published>2010-02-04T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:53:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>旧爱新欢</title><content type='html'>I hate this kinda feeling... Yes, Ivan dearie, she's in the past and I am the present. But the drama tat happened b4 he n I got tgt somehow inflicted an impact on why I feel the hurt and insecurity when it comes to her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got tgt wif W, I was wif T. W was juz someone I click wif and share same interest in most stuff. Feelings grew overtime and I found myself blurring the line of being juz frens. At the same time, things were not working out with T. W was sweet and he din ask for anything in return. He was there for me n I enjoy spending time tgt wif him. I was torn apart b/w the 2. There exist no fairness in Love. I tried to be fair but I cant. So I made my choice. I broke off wif T. Juz when this happened, W told me tat he was in contact wif his ex n he still felt something towards her. So did she. W had the intention of getting back wif her and broke the news to me. I was totally shattered. I know love cnt be forced. I gave him my blessings n be there for him as he tried to win her back. I hold back my tears, my heart breaking pain n be there for him. Trying very hard to remind a gd fren of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep the dist. It was a torture. One day he juz came telling me he din patch things back wif her cos he kept thinking of me when he was wif her. He cnt be having feelings for both at the same time. So he told her he is not ready to get back wif her. He held my hand n things like turning towards me. But W was indecisive. He told me he could not be wif me cos he still tinks of her n has her in his heart. Wat can I do or say? I cn onli accept the hurt he inflicted on me when I thut he was as much in love wif me as I was wif him. For the 2nd time, he pushed me away. Squeezing me out of his life n went back to her. But tis time, she was afraid of being hurt by his indecisiveness again. She rejected. He was upset n I tried to cheer him up. Stupid of me n yes I nv learn. Stupidly in love wif him n hurting myself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me tat he wish tat he cld forget her n not let me down, someone who loves him so deeply. 我也只能苦笑...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came a day he told me he finally made up his mind n wants to e wif me. Pushing her out of his mind. I was afraid. I rejected him. Being hurt twice is devastating enuff n definately put me in a cave, unwilling to come out. He was persistant. On the fourth time, I agreed, but still wif reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day we got tgt, there isn't a day I dun live in fear tat all these I hav now will suddenly disappear like b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's natural for a ger to feel extra discomfort towards the ex but for my case, it's worse ba. I hate tat feeling but I cnt ignore it or simply let it go. The fear stays. The hurt heals but the scar reminds.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-9064891283982572743?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/9064891283982572743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=9064891283982572743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/9064891283982572743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/9064891283982572743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='旧爱新欢'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-766947545982266054</id><published>2010-02-03T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:41:39.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moblie ATM?</title><content type='html'>wonders why some gers wanna hav a bf for? To be their mobile ATM / Free meals voucher / Automative credit card / Bills clearance autobot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2jVZOYpwUI/AAAAAAAACZE/5fiiDtizRDU/s1600-h/rockwell10-hp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433827579757445442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2jVZOYpwUI/AAAAAAAACZE/5fiiDtizRDU/s320/rockwell10-hp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got this pic from Google homepage. I find realli sweet n cute so I 'kop' it here. Hope I dun kanna fine for copyrights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some event happened lately and triggered this post. I realli cannot comprehen that why some gers can 'chop' their bfs like 理所当然 de. Being the bf, he has to pay for my expenses including financing their shopping spree! I'm a ger too but I dun tink this is the correct way!! It's realli ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote this example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl went to see fortune teller. The fortune teller told her that she needs to wear gold on her to bring good fortune. So she went to get 2 gold rings which cost $180. Girl's credit card cnt go through so she asked her gf to help her pay for it first. Thereafter, Girl told the gf to 'claim' the amount from her bf. When I heard it, I'm like WTH, if the bf is there n he offers to pay ok lah. HE's not even there, she went shopping on her own n 'claim' from the bf? I tink this is too much lah. Although ppl oft say ask and u'll get but not like tat de mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy n Girl quarrel. Guy already paid for the holiday trip for both and Girl din wanna go cos she bu shuang. Guy wanna go ahead wif the rest of the frens. But she insisted on talking abt the problem onli on the day they are suppose to go for the holiday. Cant she get it resolve b4 that? has to wait like almost a week den decided THAT day is a gd day to talk abt it? End up Guy din go n Girl din wanna meet up in e end. WTF! She's not the one paying for the expenses of cos she dun feel the pinch lah! The Guy is already sweet enuff to pay for her trip n yet she has to 'chu pattern' n do such childish act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also come across jerky guys who promise but din delivery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl wanna get a new bag. Guy went shopping with her. He offered to get her the bag (how sweet rite?) But ask her to pay for it first den he reimbuse her next month when he gets his pay. So Girl paid for the bag first lo. Next month came, no reimbursement of any sort.... In the first pl, dun act generous say wanna pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy say wanna buy Girl this and that. Girl says it's ok she dun need any of it but Guy insist that he'll get for her. Empty generous promise from Guy again. Nothing was been delivered. Not the Girl wan those gifts. If Guy has no intention of giving den dun act generous! Not all gers are materialistic =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a strong believer of "Actions speak louder than words." If the guy is willing to 'sponsor' u den accept it, since he offers. Dun ASK for it! And Guys, if u really REALLY wanna get anything for ur gf, be observant when e 2 of u go shopping! She drops a 1001 hints to u what u cn get for her for anniversaries, bday, valentine's day, etc... No need to boost and say u'll buy this n that for her. Juz buy n give her lah! Haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift bought with the heart, no matter how cheap or expensive it is, it's priceless to the receiver. If the person thinks it's cheapo n dun appreciate it, den he/she is a materialistic asshole. My 2 cents worth :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-766947545982266054?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/766947545982266054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=766947545982266054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/766947545982266054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/766947545982266054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/02/moblie-atm.html' title='Moblie ATM?'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2jVZOYpwUI/AAAAAAAACZE/5fiiDtizRDU/s72-c/rockwell10-hp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5204468684369752473</id><published>2010-01-29T10:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:50:11.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As promised, here's some of the pics for my bday!!! HEE =D Being lazy on a Friday, I spent the whole morning resizing n uploading the pics to my FB n blog ;p if u wanna browse more pics, go to my FB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIprEHhVI/AAAAAAAACY8/MPJVlHBAC4s/s1600-h/Photo0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983981334070610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIprEHhVI/AAAAAAAACY8/MPJVlHBAC4s/s320/Photo0248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sweet sweet AT. Her bday falls on 19th n mine 21st :) Bday cakes from JO, EL n Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIpTlAesI/AAAAAAAACY0/QL_JTapP6l4/s1600-h/Photo0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983975029570242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIpTlAesI/AAAAAAAACY0/QL_JTapP6l4/s320/Photo0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kor bought me a mp3 player!!! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIpGEgtcI/AAAAAAAACYs/WCYN-R8epNA/s1600-h/Photo0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983971403609538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIpGEgtcI/AAAAAAAACYs/WCYN-R8epNA/s320/Photo0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of those who were there at DF on 16 Jan. I 'forced' them to take pic wif me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIovNlL4I/AAAAAAAACYk/9QQlckSXltY/s1600-h/Photo0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983965267636098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIovNlL4I/AAAAAAAACYk/9QQlckSXltY/s320/Photo0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The main focus here is not me!!! It's the watch!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIoTwRg7I/AAAAAAAACYc/9WKhxDsMzDE/s1600-h/Photo0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983957896954802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIoTwRg7I/AAAAAAAACYc/9WKhxDsMzDE/s320/Photo0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The One who gave me the beautiful watch... hugz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH67YZRII/AAAAAAAACYU/X-f7ZJ8Sq9E/s1600-h/Photo0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983178260235394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH67YZRII/AAAAAAAACYU/X-f7ZJ8Sq9E/s320/Photo0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another round of celebration at Timbre with my buddies!!! Thanks for making me feel so special! Love u guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH6RcjNMI/AAAAAAAACYM/GkzNy5wyj08/s1600-h/Photo0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983167003374786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH6RcjNMI/AAAAAAAACYM/GkzNy5wyj08/s320/Photo0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before setting off to MacRitchie on the actual day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH6I_8v5I/AAAAAAAACYE/pkBSzl6LkBk/s1600-h/Photo0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983164735930258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH6I_8v5I/AAAAAAAACYE/pkBSzl6LkBk/s320/Photo0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our breakfast :( He says there got food stalls... but in e end no more le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH51wLVoI/AAAAAAAACX8/o7mB7CMAAUI/s1600-h/Photo0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983159569503874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH51wLVoI/AAAAAAAACX8/o7mB7CMAAUI/s320/Photo0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's gonna be a LoooooooNg walk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH5QOnXhI/AAAAAAAACX0/WtPakx02QAw/s1600-h/Photo0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431983149496622610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JH5QOnXhI/AAAAAAAACX0/WtPakx02QAw/s320/Photo0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAY!!! Finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHSVuAucI/AAAAAAAACXs/-LL4HVy0Dso/s1600-h/Photo0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431982480955587010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHSVuAucI/AAAAAAAACXs/-LL4HVy0Dso/s320/Photo0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eh?? Which idiot wear different shoes on each foot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHRzOY8dI/AAAAAAAACXk/UWdlbSCC8Ns/s1600-h/Photo0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431982471696150994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHRzOY8dI/AAAAAAAACXk/UWdlbSCC8Ns/s320/Photo0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bday kiss for the bday ger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHReA3ZEI/AAAAAAAACXc/StcyFc2oS4s/s1600-h/Photo0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431982466002281538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHReA3ZEI/AAAAAAAACXc/StcyFc2oS4s/s320/Photo0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the long, tiring walk, time to reward myself!!! Though all looks the same but they are NOT!!! Tiger sorbet, Pear Sake &amp;amp; Sour Sop ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHQ_PplkI/AAAAAAAACXU/bO2wG29a01E/s1600-h/Photo0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431982457742792258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHQ_PplkI/AAAAAAAACXU/bO2wG29a01E/s320/Photo0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dnr was at Pan Pac....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHQhDFxgI/AAAAAAAACXM/fXb4lfbwehQ/s1600-h/Photo0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431982449637049858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JHQhDFxgI/AAAAAAAACXM/fXb4lfbwehQ/s320/Photo0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He knows I love Jap foodie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JGafrCbEI/AAAAAAAACXE/8-0eF0H6vBg/s1600-h/Photo0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431981521554795586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JGafrCbEI/AAAAAAAACXE/8-0eF0H6vBg/s320/Photo0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first dish.... Oh they give everyone a bib to prevent staining ur clothes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JGAPV7QmI/AAAAAAAACW8/0vt-ZWrz_mg/s1600-h/Photo0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431981070494679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JGAPV7QmI/AAAAAAAACW8/0vt-ZWrz_mg/s320/Photo0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camwhoring outside the restaurant ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF_yikE7I/AAAAAAAACW0/FO3AqfP63I0/s1600-h/Photo0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431981062763058098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF_yikE7I/AAAAAAAACW0/FO3AqfP63I0/s320/Photo0382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keyaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF_ZWFutI/AAAAAAAACWs/O1vgbVd3tJA/s1600-h/Photo0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431981055999851218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF_ZWFutI/AAAAAAAACWs/O1vgbVd3tJA/s320/Photo0385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chilling out at the lounge after dnr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF_MpKIhI/AAAAAAAACWk/ceNsYSMakIg/s1600-h/Photo0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431981052590170642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF_MpKIhI/AAAAAAAACWk/ceNsYSMakIg/s320/Photo0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He order dunno wat contreau... hav a bitter after taste :( I dun like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF-tm_ojI/AAAAAAAACWc/3nPM5z0MLZg/s1600-h/Photo0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431981044259594802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JF-tm_ojI/AAAAAAAACWc/3nPM5z0MLZg/s320/Photo0388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine was Hokkaido sunset.... It's super nice lo!!! Dun feel like drking alcohol at all!!! I love sweet sweet cocktails!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, tat's all folks!!! Till the next time!!! Enjoy ur weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5204468684369752473?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5204468684369752473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5204468684369752473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5204468684369752473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5204468684369752473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-promised-heres-some-of-pics-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/S2JIprEHhVI/AAAAAAAACY8/MPJVlHBAC4s/s72-c/Photo0248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-1760962993861770235</id><published>2010-01-28T09:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:39:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo!!!! Miss me?? Or rather my blog entries?? My sincere apologies for the lack of updates.... Someone 'complaint' to me yest why I so long nv update!!! She miss reading my blog... Well, it sux when one cnt blog freely :( being tied by all the restrictions, it juz made me lost e mood to blog :( But I feel tat I'm letting my readers down when I stop blogging cos they are all so looking forward for my updates. BHB!! Anyway, here I am again :) hopefully can sustain the blogging entries ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thu was my bday :) Realli appreciate all the well wishes, preizzes and all those who celebrated my bday with me. A BIG THANK YOU to all of you! LOVES! Are u guys curious where my 笨蛋宝贝 brought me to on my bday?? Let me brg u thr the day w/o photos for the time being... Cos all photos were taken using his pixon 12!!! AH!!!! The phone which I wanna get initially!!! Anyway, kanna side tracked ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the day very healtily. He brought me to MacRitchie for a long long walk. Cos I hav nv been to the tree top walk (yes, it was up like so long long time ago, I hav nv been there b4!), so he brought me there to walk. We hav to walk like 5km to reach. OMG! When we reach, he den tell me, oh the walk is pretty short. I'm like ok lo... But little did I expect tat it's tat SHORT!!! Cos I have been to M'sia canopy walk, it's like sooooo soooo long. This is like a mini mini mini version of it. Kinda disappointed by the length of it :( Took a few pics and he brought me to &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; tower. &lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; tower made me gone all upset n quiet after that. It was juz a small little thing but it affected me pretty badly I would say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right for being kaypo... I went to FB n browse thr his ex's photos... And saw the pics they took at the tower. I din know those pics where taken at MacRitchie until I saw &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;tower :( It juz dampened my mood. I was already not feeling very comfortable when he lend me the oakley shades he used to lend to her... And she was wearing the same pair of shades in those MacRitchie pics. Ok, call me petty or watever. It juz make me God damn fucking uncomfortable... It juz dun feel good lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thut I was tired after hrs of walking.. but in actual fact, I was feeling upset over the shades n MacRitchie thingy :( I kept thinking abt it until in the evening den I told him abt it. Nobody likes to be 2nd or be using wat the ex uses in the past. Going to places where e 2 used to hangout. It's like it doesn't belong to us but it him n her kinda thing. I dunno how to explain it, it juz dun feel OURS to me. I kept thinking how was is like when he was there with her last time. Was it like how we were now? All sorts of stupid thuts but I juz cnt help it :( It's juz me. I would keep tinking abt it. He told me he din tink of those memories when he was there with her last time n stuff but I still feel e uncomfortness. Sigh... he says she rarely wear &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; shades but so coincidentally, she was wearing it tat day. To make things worse, she has a exact same design onli diff colour... it's like kinda couple shades kind of thing to me. ARGH! Juz make me feel upset inside out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's trivial, I know. But but but... it juz so... haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to put that issue behind n enjoy the rest of the day with him. He brought me to Pan Pac for dnr in the evening. It certainly burn a big hole in his pocket :( I appreciate his efforts... if not for that shady-ritchie issue, it would have been a perfect, wonderful day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my reason for being ultra uncomfortable when it comes to her... I'll leave the story to next entry ba....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-1760962993861770235?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/1760962993861770235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=1760962993861770235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1760962993861770235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/1760962993861770235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohaiyo-miss-me-or-rather-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5351426403649567521</id><published>2009-12-15T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:38:42.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the Mood to Work</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time I 'abandoned' my blogging routing in office. Been busy clearing my cases cos it's year end!! Miss the morning reading blogs n blogging routine though. Well, din blog much lately oso bcos of the sensitivity of the things I intended to blog. It's considered CLASSIFIED. People can read my thoughts and use them against me. It's actualli a dangerous tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blog abt my lobstering trip at Kranji Reservior, my Melaka trip, my Standard Chartered Run.... but I cnt :( a lot of restrictions being imposed so stuff I can blog abt are onli general stuff and nothing personal. This is kinda killing me as I've lost an avenue for emotional outlet. boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanna share with my readers on an interesting blog I was reading lately. It's was a totally by chance thing I entered this HIGH CLASS SEX SHOP at 2nd Ave - Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith Couple Store. Call my kuku, I never heard if this place until I took a walk down the road after a super heavy dnr ard that area. I went in, had a guided tour and joined the mailing list. I tried not to blush... And they sent me the link to their blog. Realli interesting, read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some extracts from the blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let yourself go. Don’t be afraid to move, rock, grunt, scream, and cry during intimate moments. You want total release, so get used to reactions you might have when you lose control. Be silly! Be crazy! Be loud!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- December 9, &lt;a title="Permanent Link to MASTER YOUR PLEASURE – For Women" href="http://www.liberator.com.sg/blog/?p=324" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MASTER YOUR PLEASURE – For Women&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Prone to mood swings &amp;amp; unhappy feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Prostoglandin, a hormone found only in semen, may be absorbed by the female genital tract, modulating female hormones that regulate your mood.American psychologist Gordon Gallup reported in 2002 that sexually active participants whose male partners did not use condoms were less subject to depression than those whose partners did!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- November 25, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to SEX: HEALTH BOOSTER FOR WOMEN" href="http://www.liberator.com.sg/blog/?p=298" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SEX: HEALTH BOOSTER FOR WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Want to be VERY STRONG &amp;amp; VERY MANLY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex also boosts production of testosterone, which leads to stronger bones and muscles – and less effort needed at the gym!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- November 23, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to SEX: HEALTH BOOSTER FOR MEN" href="http://www.liberator.com.sg/blog/?p=287" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEX: HEALTH BOOSTER FOR MEN&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, getting intimate with your spouse/partner is VERY important and it brings about soooo many benefits!! Some people they juz dun get it! Setting it as their lowest priority, giving excuses that work is too stressful, no time, tired from work... That's crap! Read this -&gt; November 20, &lt;a title="Permanent Link to ESS-EE-EX: For Busy Individuals in a Demanding                    Working World" href="http://www.liberator.com.sg/blog/?p=263" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ESS-EE-EX: For Busy Individuals in a Demanding Working World&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for?? Ladies, hit the malls and get urself a sexy lingerie!! Guys, be home early and get cosy wif her in bed. Show her the LOVE she needs!! Of cos, you need to practice safe sex hor! Family planning, I mean. Not casual sex. Not promoting casual sex, despite all the benefits having sex brings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5351426403649567521?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5351426403649567521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5351426403649567521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5351426403649567521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5351426403649567521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-in-mood-to-work.html' title='Not in the Mood to Work'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2070590897706053919</id><published>2009-12-08T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:45:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Baby' Brother is 21 today!!!</title><content type='html'>Aww... My darling bro turns 21 today. It felt like juz yesterday I bathe and fed him when he was a toddler... It's making me feel OLD!! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still rem the time I brought him to the playground and he fell, cutting his chin. He got 2 stitiches from tat fall. Felt very guilty tat I din keep a close eye on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still rem the times when my kor was away in NS I used to slp on my kor's bed and tell him bedtime stories, sing him lullaby... (cos he share room with Kor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one 'disgusting' incident. I dun rem wat we ate tat day but both of us juz kept farting. So we had a farting competition and see who can tahan in the stinko room longer. In e end we both surrender and ran out of the room. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a point in time, as we grow up n having more other commitments, we drfited apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rem the once he came knocking on my bedroom door and came crying in my room. I suddenly felt tat I hav neglected this little bro of mine. He was so bottled up wif troubles n have no outlet to talk to. I'm glad I was home tat nite for him. Though I dun say it everyday to him how much I dote n love him but I'm sure he knows tis jie jie is always here to lend him a helping hand, giving him support....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my Darling Little Bro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today you have reached the door to freedom, to adulthood. Even so, you know you jie here will still take care of you like when you were young. Being protective of you and worrying about you. You know I'm always 嘴硬心嫰. Dun hesitate to come to me if you have any problems. I will be here for you like I always do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday my dear bro! Have a wonderful birthday! muackz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sx3wySBK-dI/AAAAAAAACWM/cWRmYsknQzI/s1600-h/wc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412747073790081490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sx3wySBK-dI/AAAAAAAACWM/cWRmYsknQzI/s320/wc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2070590897706053919?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2070590897706053919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2070590897706053919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2070590897706053919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2070590897706053919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-baby-brother-is-21-today.html' title='My &apos;Baby&apos; Brother is 21 today!!!'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sx3wySBK-dI/AAAAAAAACWM/cWRmYsknQzI/s72-c/wc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-808292095262188925</id><published>2009-11-25T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:28:02.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱心早餐</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwyETJE5ZZI/AAAAAAAACWE/wqDyQANJt2c/s1600/DSC04026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407842716953961874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwyETJE5ZZI/AAAAAAAACWE/wqDyQANJt2c/s320/DSC04026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing beats the goodiness of  爱心早餐 :) How many times we take the bfast our mums made for granted? Sometimes we din even eat before running off to work or to school. I appreciate my mum's effort and wld eat before i leave home for work. But today, my 笨蛋宝贝 made me bfast :D Look at the spread!!! OMG!!! He tinks I pig ah?? Eat so MUCH??? He said the Koko Krunch is contingency plan. In case the 'real' bfast' din 'survive' the journey from CCK to office. Tat's my 笨蛋宝贝, being thoughtful n sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwyESqn9IlI/AAAAAAAACV8/71F_Y_qZPlM/s1600/DSC04028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407842708779508306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwyESqn9IlI/AAAAAAAACV8/71F_Y_qZPlM/s320/DSC04028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take a close up on the yummylicious sandwich!!! LOOK wat's in there!!! WOW!!! Egg mayo, tomato, ham &amp;amp; cheese!!! The bread was 'skinned' n toasted!!! Aww.... I love my 笨蛋宝贝 ;P Now super full after the BIG bfast... Shall eat e Koko Krunch for lunch later.... hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5331440681505281666-808292095262188925?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/808292095262188925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=808292095262188925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/808292095262188925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/808292095262188925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_25.html' title='爱心早餐'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwyETJE5ZZI/AAAAAAAACWE/wqDyQANJt2c/s72-c/DSC04026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6156994057217395181</id><published>2009-11-24T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:58:45.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雪狼湖</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwvkS67yCsI/AAAAAAAACV0/MBrMorB447E/s1600/DSC03709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwvkS67yCsI/AAAAAAAACV0/MBrMorB447E/s320/DSC03709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407666791297190594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing the Commandos fav dessert at Changi Village - 雪狼湖!!! (I think it's written this way??) Well, dun ask me why it's call tat, maybe you can go ask the auntie when u go there to try out this dessert :) I LOVE it the first time I tried it. The fragrance of the red tea jelly is so alluring. I made me wanting to go back for more, to savour it's wonderful taste... Slurp! Btw peeps, this dessert is NOT on the menu. Wat's shown on the menu is juz longan red tea jelly. So you have to special order this :D it's a MUST try the next time you are at Changi Village!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... as for the cost... How much can it be??? (I dunno cos not I pay... ;p) it's dessert at hawker leh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6156994057217395181?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6156994057217395181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6156994057217395181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6156994057217395181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6156994057217395181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_24.html' title='雪狼湖'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SwvkS67yCsI/AAAAAAAACV0/MBrMorB447E/s72-c/DSC03709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4772972861464737848</id><published>2009-11-04T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:10:34.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishball Noodles</title><content type='html'>A story about Fishball Noodles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SvFBuxtj9_I/AAAAAAAACVs/XoZ7K_7XB34/s1600-h/m_18fishball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400169700068161522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SvFBuxtj9_I/AAAAAAAACVs/XoZ7K_7XB34/s320/m_18fishball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple met over a bowl of fishball noodles. How? He was always ordering from the same stall, sitting at the same corner and have his fishball noodles alone. Across the table at the other end, sat a ger, also ordered fishball noodles from the same stall, sitting at the same place to eat her noodles. He always notice her eating the noodles first and not touching the fishballs only until the end of her meal. He ponders, "Why does she do that?" It's a burning question he wanted to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, at the same place, the guy saw the lady again. Instead of sitting down at his usual corner, he went over n sat in front of the ger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy, "Hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ger, "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy feeling a bit paiseh cos the ger ignored him but since already 'throw face' liao, he continue with the 'conversation'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi again. Erm... I always see u sitting at the same place eating fishball noodles from the same stall. So do I." Flashing his widest smile hoping she'll reponse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm... I happened to notice that you always leave the fishballs to the last. Why huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She juz gave him a smile shrugged her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dun like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She juz smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few 'meetings', the ger slowly opened up n they started dating..... Their fav dating spot? The place where fishball noodles brought them tgt. As usual, they will order fishball noodles. But now, he will 'help' her to clear away her fishballs, since she doesn't like them anyway..... This went on for 3 yrs. Everytime he'll 'help' her to eat the fishballs and she juz let him have them. Eventually, they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, guy finalli asked the ger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, why do you always order fishball noodles and you dun eat the fishballs? You can always order some other noodles ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ger gave him a loving smile and said, "Baby, I never once said that I dun like fishballs. I LOVE them! Otherwise, why would I be eating it everytime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy was stunned! "Den why you always let me have them when you love it? And why do you always leave them till the end to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cos you love to eat them too, dun you? Though I love to eat fishballs but I love the happy look on your face even more when you eat them. I leave them till the end cos it's juz my habit. I'll leave those I love to eat for the last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy was touched. He pulled his darling wife into his arms and hugged her real tight.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like the story? Someone told me this story, but I mod a bit ;p I love to eat fishball noodles too. I used to order it everytime when my parents bring me out to eat. It's rare that my family eat out when I was young cos my mum would cook. I dunno what to order so I will say I wanna eat fishball noodles everytime. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My affinity with fishball noodles goes a long way... I used to hav them as breakfast every Sunday morning. There's oso the incidents of 'flying' fishballs.... anyway, my post today is not juz abt fishball noodles, but also abt eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice the sequence you eat your meals? Do you eat those you like first? Or those you dun like first? Or juz mix-n-match, you dun realli care you eat what first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the type who eat those you dun like first, you belong to the type whereby you can endure hardship in order to achieve what you want in life. You have the patience to wait and go thr' the shit before embracing the sweet fruit of victory. You are generally more well organised and plan your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the type who eat those you like first, you are generally less patient. You know how to enjoy life and have the live for the moment attitude. Whatever the future might be, you couldn't care less, as long as you are happy now. The shit you gonna get in the future is for the future to worry abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the mix-n-match type, you are someone who is well balanced in life. You jaga your time well and you know when is the time to have fun and when to be serious. You look at things from both side and hence having the tendency to think too much, making you indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when you are having a lunch/dinner date and you dunno how to break the ice, try telling them the fishball story and ask them the eating habit question :) Well, whether it's accurate anot, tat's not the point, at least, you get the ball rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like today's post. Everytime blog abt where to find good n cheap food oso abit sian. Bring your date to a lo-man-tic place but both sit there stare at each other oso very weird. Your friendly blog master here thut for everything. From your pocket to the topics you can chat over the delicious meals :) Bon appetite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4772972861464737848?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4772972861464737848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4772972861464737848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4772972861464737848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4772972861464737848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/11/fishball-noodles.html' title='Fishball Noodles'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SvFBuxtj9_I/AAAAAAAACVs/XoZ7K_7XB34/s72-c/m_18fishball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-7146318321348104946</id><published>2009-11-03T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:10:06.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>有朋拉面饺子馆</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;有朋拉面饺子馆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty World Centre Hawker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su8Embvwy8I/AAAAAAAACVk/MX0sUNAp_bY/s1600-h/DSC03838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399539536570141634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su8Embvwy8I/AAAAAAAACVk/MX0sUNAp_bY/s320/DSC03838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being a fan of 小笼包 &amp;amp; 饺子 this is a definately a gift to let me find tis place :) Or shld I say, I muz thank my baobei for bringing me there? hee~ It's located in a hawker centre so how expensive can it get? Price aside, I'm sure u'll not be disappointed with the taste as well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su8Elkasn7I/AAAAAAAACVc/ysOMThWxcsg/s1600-h/DSC03839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399539521717837746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su8Elkasn7I/AAAAAAAACVc/ysOMThWxcsg/s320/DSC03839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ordered the 小笼包, $7 for 10! Ok one like need $0.70 but den again, if u go Crytal Jade or Ding Tai Fung, how much will it cost u?? Trust me, this is better! Ok the skin although is not as thin as those found at the classy expensive chinese restaurant BUT it serves a purpose. How many times we tried so hard not to break the skin so the tasty 'juice' will not flow out n get wasted? It's the WHOLE purpose of eating 小笼包 isn't it? For the soup tat's inside! So this skin is SLIGHTLY thicker so it doesn't breaks so easily. So how u eat 小笼包? Bite off the top to create a hole. Den u sip the soup from the top. I tell u, the soup is heavenly. Baobei told me he had nv tried any 小笼包 as gd as this. I do hav to agree with him. The soup is so sweet. Simply delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su8ElNZQbCI/AAAAAAAACVU/r3jri5FLj6Y/s1600-h/DSC03841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399539515537779746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su8ElNZQbCI/AAAAAAAACVU/r3jri5FLj6Y/s320/DSC03841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The delicious 锅贴 is selling at $6 for 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I prefer 饺子 to 锅贴, this is a MUST try!!! I'm a BIG fan of 饺子 whereby I can eat 20 饺子 all by myself at one go. Since my baobei say must give this a try, I agreed :) And I'm so glad I did! the 锅贴 is not fried like some places and only the base is pan fried. Crispy on the bottom n soft on the top. Be careful when you eat this special 锅贴. Bite it vertically upwards at a corner when you eat. Cos similar to the 小笼包, this has soup in it too!!! WOW! Can u imagine tat?? The soup is so sweeeet..... Thinking of it now is making me drool... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where to find such delicious 小笼包 &amp;amp; 锅贴 n not burn ur pocket? It's a pl I will definately go back again to try other stuff, esp my 饺子!! Hee~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: the waiting time cn be a bit long cos it's made-to-order :)&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/5331440681505281666-7146318321348104946?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/7146318321348104946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=7146318321348104946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7146318321348104946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/7146318321348104946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='有朋拉面饺子馆'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su8Embvwy8I/AAAAAAAACVk/MX0sUNAp_bY/s72-c/DSC03838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2045888691329810871</id><published>2009-11-02T15:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:57:58.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2am dessert bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;2am dessert bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21a lorong liput holland village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tel: 6291 9727&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2amdessertbar.com/"&gt;http://www.2amdessertbar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Kh_LeTUI/AAAAAAAACVM/YiyeFDrKOcw/s1600-h/DSC03759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399405319763676482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Kh_LeTUI/AAAAAAAACVM/YiyeFDrKOcw/s320/DSC03759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taste of Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Oct to 9 Nov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Platter $28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Wine Pairing $48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the atmosphere that though the desserts pricing are abit on the high side. But I'm not complaining cos it sure tastes good and e comfort level is there as u enjoy ur beautiful desserts :)  e wine paired goes realli well with the desserts. I love the wines on their own too. Every mouth is like a bliss. Smiling to myself wif every bite. Immerse in the wonderful after taste sweetness... Definately wanna go back there for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have the 10 course desert menu. Definately wan to go back n try tat. Been thinking abt it since e day I went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Khc9vggI/AAAAAAAACVE/60ixU_Ah5Sg/s1600-h/DSC03760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399405310579278338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Khc9vggI/AAAAAAAACVE/60ixU_Ah5Sg/s320/DSC03760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pairing wines. Nice colour combi :) It's all abt taste n presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Kg60QwdI/AAAAAAAACU8/3_ZYpuS5SB4/s1600-h/DSC03761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399405301412708818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Kg60QwdI/AAAAAAAACU8/3_ZYpuS5SB4/s320/DSC03761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love the wine so much tat we requested the waitress to brg us the bottles and we took pics of them. Still haven been able to find them outside :( This is our no. 1 fav!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Ipwe_pWI/AAAAAAAACU0/F8VnH4RFmT8/s1600-h/DSC03762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399403254234719586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Ipwe_pWI/AAAAAAAACU0/F8VnH4RFmT8/s320/DSC03762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Ipg_eHiI/AAAAAAAACUs/fWG9SVP22Ds/s1600-h/DSC03763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399403250075967010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Ipg_eHiI/AAAAAAAACUs/fWG9SVP22Ds/s320/DSC03763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brg ur special someone there for a nice chillout one weekend. Juz lay on e bedlike sofa n relax. Chat abt anything under the sun, glaze into his or her eyes.... Enjoy tat special moment, embrace the simple pleasure n bliss in life :) Simplicity is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2045888691329810871?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2045888691329810871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2045888691329810871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2045888691329810871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2045888691329810871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/11/2am-dessert-bar.html' title='2am dessert bar'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su6Kh_LeTUI/AAAAAAAACVM/YiyeFDrKOcw/s72-c/DSC03759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6326277292020268653</id><published>2009-11-02T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:24:18.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends vs Acquaintances</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from blogging on Foodie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I had a wonderful weekend with meine Familie (it means My Family in German), I wanna blog abt it :P It puts me pondering over the Friends &amp;amp; Acquaintances issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su5DvUUrONI/AAAAAAAACUk/oyvZltdU7bg/s1600-h/UCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327483452143826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su5DvUUrONI/AAAAAAAACUk/oyvZltdU7bg/s320/UCB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken on Fri nite. We went Holland V to chill tat nite. We r all 'related' in family terms... LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su5DvDZCWGI/AAAAAAAACUc/RRw0kDk6nFQ/s1600-h/BFF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327478907033698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su5DvDZCWGI/AAAAAAAACUc/RRw0kDk6nFQ/s320/BFF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken on Sat (Halloween Nite) at Alps Cafe. We are a crazy bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how we came tgt as frens n sharing we secrets, emotions &amp;amp; feelings. We have the mutual trust &amp;amp; understanding, being there for each other and we care right from the heart. We hang out, laugh, joke n get wasted tgt. We communicate on the same frequency and sometimes, we dun even hav to say it out, we know n understand. That's the kind of 默契 we share. Calling u the first instant something emo appearing on ur FB status. Throwing everything aside n rushing dwn for u when u needed someone. Having frens like them, sometimes left me wondering whether is there a need for me to hav a bf? If e bf is sucky, I'm better off wo one. If e bf is always not there when u need him, having frens like mine, wld definately make u better off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why we r closer to some frens n onli remind as acquaintances for some? well, communication is impt b/w frens too. If the freq is not insync, it juz prevents the frenship to dev further as mutual understanding stage cnt be reached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some ppl make 'frens' with a purpose. Cos they r benefical to them. I hate this kind of superficial fakies. They juz irks me. I know I used to be one too. But after going thr e shit n emerged with e help of my true frens, I realised the importance of frenship n wat it means to be frens. I treat my frens with sincerity. Even if they wanna betray me or wearing a mask in front of me, tat's their choice. I know I treat them well from my heart, tat's gd enuff. Those who dun will get wat they deserves one way or another. Everything comes wif a price and I believe in e 3 fold law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6326277292020268653?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6326277292020268653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6326277292020268653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6326277292020268653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6326277292020268653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-vs-acquaintances.html' title='Friends vs Acquaintances'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Su5DvUUrONI/AAAAAAAACUk/oyvZltdU7bg/s72-c/UCB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-2123795843232427696</id><published>2009-10-26T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:59:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Petite Cuisine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuW-PevDR5I/AAAAAAAACUU/JHIYvclP_SU/s1600-h/DSC03783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuW-PevDR5I/AAAAAAAACUU/JHIYvclP_SU/s320/DSC03783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396928901631133586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="left restaurant_name"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;La Petite Cuisine (Serene Centre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="display: none;" class="info_heading"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#01-05, 10 Jalan Serene S(258748), &lt;a class="midorange" href="http://yum.sg/index.php?component=search&amp;amp;building=Serene+Centre"&gt;Serene Centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="info_heading"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tel: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=""  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6314 3173&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucked in the corner of Serene Centre lies La Petite Cuisine, a French eatery with delicate touch. It's a tiny establishment estimated not more than 20 tables, recommend to go there around 7pm and sit at the tables at the outside garden. Pretty romantic to dine with candle lights :D Their menu has pretty wide selections at affordable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have to place your orders at the cashier and one good news is they do not charge GST! They accept credit cards but no Amex please :) Ice water is also self service, that's why no service charge and GST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuW-Oxnc5JI/AAAAAAAACUM/_Lp5HxRulGc/s1600-h/DSC03784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuW-Oxnc5JI/AAAAAAAACUM/_Lp5HxRulGc/s320/DSC03784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396928889519662226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top up $3 to get the soup :) The soup selection is found at the blackboard above the cashier, not found in the menu. The bread are complimentary and they are served warm! Nice crispy crust. The Potato Leek I ordered taste great... Thinking of it now makes my mouth watery... LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuW9uiJxqAI/AAAAAAAACUE/9TH5b4oz-AQ/s1600-h/DSC03787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuW9uiJxqAI/AAAAAAAACUE/9TH5b4oz-AQ/s320/DSC03787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396928335612848130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the main course, Duck breast+salad+gratin. Special set for 2 for that day and cost us $42. The salad is good stuff! They don't use the usual lettuce or butterhead, but expensive veges which I dun really know the names! hahaha! The gratin are sliced potatoes instead of the usual chucky types. Taste superb too!! I can be bias cos I love potatoes! hee! As for the duck breast, I din know duck meat can be cooked medium raw too. LOL~ It tastes so GOOOOOD that I can still taste the lingering taste of it after the meal, 齿颊留香!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my dinning experiance there as I prefer small places like this and not over crowded or over advertised till too commercialised. I love food which are cooked with passion and this special ingredient made the food exceptionally delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more food updates in my next post! (wipe that saliva off ur mouth u glutton pig!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-2123795843232427696?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/2123795843232427696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=2123795843232427696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2123795843232427696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/2123795843232427696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-petite-cuisine-serene-centre-ca-01.html' title='La Petite Cuisine'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuW-PevDR5I/AAAAAAAACUU/JHIYvclP_SU/s72-c/DSC03783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4635484243343632651</id><published>2009-10-25T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:18:20.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5l-QHFwI/AAAAAAAACT8/Eya2x3g_o1I/s1600-h/SNC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5l-QHFwI/AAAAAAAACT8/Eya2x3g_o1I/s320/SNC00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396220103048500994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="font_11"&gt;501                                &lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/search_results.php?f_name=Bukit%20Timah%20Road&amp;amp;searchby=Keyword&amp;amp;country=147&amp;amp;searchcat=address"&gt;Bukit Timah Road&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;     #02-01                                &lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/search_results.php?f_name=Cluny%20Court&amp;amp;searchby=Keyword&amp;amp;country=147&amp;amp;searchcat=building"&gt;Cluny Court&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fren brought me to tis cosy lit'l restaurant at Cluny Court one day. I've been to Cluny Court before but I din know there's a restaurant up at the 2nd floor! Nice cosy, romantic atmosphere. A good place to bring ur partner for a lovely dnr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5lj2D0UI/AAAAAAAACT0/8N0-D8mNy4Q/s1600-h/SNC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5lj2D0UI/AAAAAAAACT0/8N0-D8mNy4Q/s320/SNC00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396220095959912770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this cos I tink it looks kinda nice :D n can let u peeps take a look at the menu too. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5le0p-FI/AAAAAAAACTs/VdybGhP7RAs/s1600-h/SNC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5le0p-FI/AAAAAAAACTs/VdybGhP7RAs/s320/SNC00024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396220094611847250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I simply love the lightings, decor, setting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5k-LjywI/AAAAAAAACTk/2mgoFFIM8dQ/s1600-h/SNC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5k-LjywI/AAAAAAAACTk/2mgoFFIM8dQ/s320/SNC00028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396220085849541378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One MUST try the Wild Rocket Burger! (it's beef, FYI.) My fren n I simply love it! The pattie tastes so goooood n e tenderness is juz rite. Of cos, u dun order a well done one lah... I love the caesar salad too. Ok nothing facinating abt salads, juz tat I'm on diet so I ordered that. Ha! That's not calamari over there, it's onion rings! Saw another table ordering it so being onion ring lovers, we ordered too :D Taste ordinary though... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5ktdEU1I/AAAAAAAACTc/CY8mM4-xNFY/s1600-h/SNC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5ktdEU1I/AAAAAAAACTc/CY8mM4-xNFY/s320/SNC00031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396220081359573842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is oso a MUST try desert. Their 招牌 desert, Strawberry Cheesecake :) well ladies, wed is their ladies nite, wif every main course u ordered, u get a free desert of ur choice! Hee~ heng heng e day I went was a wed.... so got this for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="font_11"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/search_results.php?f_name=Cluny%20Court&amp;amp;searchby=Keyword&amp;amp;country=147&amp;amp;searchcat=building"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4635484243343632651?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4635484243343632651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4635484243343632651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4635484243343632651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4635484243343632651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/10/relish.html' title='RELISH'/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SuM5l-QHFwI/AAAAAAAACT8/Eya2x3g_o1I/s72-c/SNC00034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-899667284037499047</id><published>2009-10-25T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:20:44.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed a new blogskin. Wanna find one in blue but cldn't find a nice one... still end up wif a pinky blogskin... zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new skin new stuff to share wif my readers. Been blogging abt my love life for the past 1yr+, kinda tired le. it's been an 'eventful' 1 yr. Wanna blog abt another love of my, which is FOOD! I love eating so wld like to share wif my readers e HAPPY food I ate :D I call them happy food cos eating delicious foodie makes one happy :D at least it does for me :) So dear readers, no more romance novel for u guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-899667284037499047?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/899667284037499047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=899667284037499047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/899667284037499047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/899667284037499047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/10/changed-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-3734058008957430566</id><published>2009-09-15T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:04:51.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>是我太天真了。根本就没有所谓童话般的爱情故事。童话故事都是骗人的。偶像剧里的情节都是虚幻的。现实生活中,爱情是累人,伤人的。所谓的巧遇,只因为新加坡太小了。我们有太多的不同。不争吵,因我不愿争吵。我失去了原有的期待。我找不倒也到不了曾经拥有过的幸福美好。只因心里还对你有爱,我撑着疲惫的心继续爱你。不愿看见你眼中的悲伤。我再给你机会。认识你时,你是那么的细心。现在的你,只看见你自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-3734058008957430566?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/3734058008957430566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=3734058008957430566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3734058008957430566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/3734058008957430566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_4371.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-4060732867866073095</id><published>2009-09-15T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:51:30.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>棉花糖的爱情溶化了&lt;br /&gt;嘴角甜甜的滋味也随着淡化&lt;br /&gt;是你变了吗?&lt;br /&gt;还是我呢?&lt;br /&gt;开始时爱你有如梦境&lt;br /&gt;轻飘飘&lt;br /&gt;现在爱你心会感到刺痛&lt;br /&gt;隐隐作痛&lt;br /&gt;爱不爱都痛&lt;br /&gt;你眼里的悲伤如匕首划过我心&lt;br /&gt;不忍剥夺你脸上的幸福微笑&lt;br /&gt;我撑起疲惫的心继续爱你&lt;br /&gt;找回那甜甜滋味&lt;br /&gt;我要的&lt;br /&gt;是不用棉花糖也会甜的爱情&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-4060732867866073095?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/4060732867866073095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=4060732867866073095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4060732867866073095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/4060732867866073095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6622300521384253171</id><published>2009-09-11T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:16:30.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sqnp0lZGGNI/AAAAAAAACTI/m2ku6I1Nrck/s1600-h/SadCryingAnimeGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380088319470606546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sqnp0lZGGNI/AAAAAAAACTI/m2ku6I1Nrck/s320/SadCryingAnimeGirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;如果有一天我不再烦你&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你拨我的电话号码，语音告诉你我已经停机。答应我不可以难过，不可以失落；不可以想我，更加不要记得有这样一个我。如果有一天，你的手机不再频繁的响起，请不要等待，不要期盼，更加不要想找到我，只有看到这样的一个你，我才可以放心的离开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你的耳边不再有人说烦人，讨厌。不再有人固执的说自己永远是正确的，不再有人粗鲁的对你发脾气。不再有人和你讨价还价的想多讲几分钟电话，不再有人在挂电话之前吵着要你亲亲和抱抱。这样的一个我消失了，你会难过吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你的短信收件箱里，不再有人可怜兮兮的说距离你回家还有几分几秒，不再有人恶狠狠的说再不和我说话我就揍你拉，不再有人撒娇的说你讨厌说你坏，不再有人在做错事情之后悔恨不已的责备自己不对。不再有人胡言乱语，不再有人长嘘短叹，不再有人时而温顺的对你言听计从，又突然大呼小喝的对你乱发脾气。你失去了这样的一个我，会失落吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了那样的一天，我还是希望你有一点点的难过，一点点的失落，一点点的想我，只要有一点点关于我的记忆就好，真的只要一点点就好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你打开电脑，我的头像变成了永远的灰色，不要说我不守承诺，是我感觉到累了，倦了，也真的受伤了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你的生活中没有了我，请记住我对你的好，我的任性，固执；我的宽容，关怀。我毫不着边际的孩子话，我的疯话，傻话，伤心时候流着泪，无奈时候叹着气说过的话。可是你要记得，我们虽然在地球的不同角落，但是我们头上顶着同一片蓝天，脚下踏着同一片绿草地，呼吸着一样的空气，或许这里能找到你的味道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你的记忆中没有了我，不要忘记我们在一起的每一分每一秒，不要忘记我喜欢什么，讨厌什么，觉得什么是幸福，什么是痛苦。而我无论如何都不会忘记任何一个关于你记忆的片断，你习惯什么，反感什么。觉得什么是快乐，什么是悲伤。感情世界里，没有公平两个字，我不会计较这些，我们在一起的那两个月,会是我这辈子里最美丽的回忆。我还要你记得答应过我什么，许诺过我什么，可是我不好，不乖，不守承诺，我没有等到你彻底忘记了，重新幸福起来的时候就离开了；没有陪你走到痛苦结束的时候，没有等你真正快乐起来的时候，就逃开了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天，你的生命中不再有我，一定不可以记得我的存在，我的痕迹，因为我害怕你会失落，会难过，会想我，这一切不是因为你喜欢我，爱我，而是习惯了我每天的电话，每天的留言，我的胡搅蛮缠，我对你的依赖。当一个人的生命中习惯了另一个人存在的时候，即使没有喜欢和爱，他依旧会感到失落，会有点难过，会想他，虽然我是一个喜欢嫉妒，脾气很大，霸道，更加不能容忍我喜欢的人爱着别人的人。但是我依然希望你过的比我好，希望看到你幸福的过着每一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天你的前世和今生都不再有我，当原本就不太坚强的我面对这一刻的时候，我不清楚我会怎么样？而你依旧是你，你会看到我躲在角落里的苦恼懊悔吗？会感觉到我无时无刻不陪伴在你的身边吗？尽管你叹气的时候我不会再去安慰你，难过的时候不会再陪你一起难过，心碎的时候不会再去陪你一起心碎，曾经我做的这一切，你都未曾察觉到，未曾看到，你的记忆，你的生命，你的世界不再有我的时候，我更加清楚的这样的时候，你不会有一点点的难过，一点点的失落，一点点的想我，一点点的关于我的任何记忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当这一天到来的时候，是我真的绝望，真的心碎，真的疲倦了。因为有太多太多的时候，我都是装，虽然我总是装作无所谓，可是我真的不在乎吗？而你呢？会在乎我的一切吗？可是我会很自责，会恨我自己，因为我做了一个不守承诺的人。我答应过你任何时候都不会离开你。你对我说过，你不知道如果有一天我离开你了，你会怎么样？我懂，其实都是我不好，我不该让你生活中，生命里，有我的存在，我该做一个默默守候你的爱人，默默承担一切，偷偷等你，想你的人。可是我把一切一切都表现了出来，你知道了，清楚了，了解了，最终感动了，可是我却离开了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天陌生的，是昨天熟悉的……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6622300521384253171?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6622300521384253171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6622300521384253171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6622300521384253171'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-6295609880742197656</id><published>2009-08-17T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:24:57.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojaC1V-bdI/AAAAAAAACS4/jQdhGJzZu3Y/s1600-h/omina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370782297853160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojaC1V-bdI/AAAAAAAACS4/jQdhGJzZu3Y/s320/omina.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I posted I was tempted to get the Pixon 2 earlier on... but I bought Omnia 2 instead.... well have to compromise on the camera fxn but this is slimmer n my C905 is making me frustrated.... Got this baby on Sat :D din hav to pay much cost starhub gave me $150 voucher n my old hp cn fetch abt $200 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my Photo Printer too :D Cannon Slephy 780. Had fun printing photos since I bought it. keke... 2 things on my wish list down... Left my bag n camera.... Found e bag I wanna buy but this mth already spent on the hp n printer so gonna wait next mth... Den e camera I tink will temporarily shelf it first.... I still have my canon G7.. juz a bit too big n heavy.... n dun take nice self take pics.... kinda difficult in fact... cos too bulky la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy wif my buys :D but me broke again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-6295609880742197656?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/6295609880742197656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=6295609880742197656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6295609880742197656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/6295609880742197656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-posted-i-was-tempted-to-get-pixon-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojaC1V-bdI/AAAAAAAACS4/jQdhGJzZu3Y/s72-c/omina.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-631087307345851878</id><published>2009-08-17T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:13:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long overdued post on my Sports Day :p Well, I trained hard n I'm rewarded but most of the credits hav to go to my team mates, esp my 2 idols, Yiwei n Dilip :D They made my GOLD medal possible!!! My division got the overall Champion too!!! WOOHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXbO61gNI/AAAAAAAACSw/dCJxZY3s0rU/s1600-h/SD4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779418500628690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXbO61gNI/AAAAAAAACSw/dCJxZY3s0rU/s320/SD4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the medalists of CNR (my div). We won nearly every event!!!! They r superb!!! Exciting n fun filled day at Yio Chu Kang Stadium on 31 Jul 09 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXa8BQOOI/AAAAAAAACSo/6W5x-ck9jU0/s1600-h/SD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779413427271906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXa8BQOOI/AAAAAAAACSo/6W5x-ck9jU0/s320/SD1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; my Medal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXL_52yaI/AAAAAAAACSg/kXIKG_NoKdY/s1600-h/SD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779156771948962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXL_52yaI/AAAAAAAACSg/kXIKG_NoKdY/s320/SD2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's GOLD not bronze!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXLiI6d6I/AAAAAAAACSY/7uvZRFU6oTE/s1600-h/SD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779148782040994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXLiI6d6I/AAAAAAAACSY/7uvZRFU6oTE/s320/SD3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Champion!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXLRDAfjI/AAAAAAAACSQ/SKWSC-4ncDc/s1600-h/SD5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779144193867314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXLRDAfjI/AAAAAAAACSQ/SKWSC-4ncDc/s320/SD5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Dream Team.... 4x400m mixed relay. We made it happened!!! Thanks guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXK_OI2LI/AAAAAAAACSI/80jCzazQLgI/s1600-h/SD7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779139408713906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXK_OI2LI/AAAAAAAACSI/80jCzazQLgI/s320/SD7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Receving the medal :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXKscIjDI/AAAAAAAACSA/f25OpcACiWo/s1600-h/SD6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779134367140914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXKscIjDI/AAAAAAAACSA/f25OpcACiWo/s320/SD6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; V-I-C-T-O-R-Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels like back to sch again. It's fun!!!! They make my working life fun n colourful... Thanks everyone :D If I hav to leave, it'll be u all who will make me wan to stay on n endure.... Hugz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-631087307345851878?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/631087307345851878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=631087307345851878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/631087307345851878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/631087307345851878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-overdued-post-on-my-sports-day-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SojXbO61gNI/AAAAAAAACSw/dCJxZY3s0rU/s72-c/SD4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-8500343239439206961</id><published>2009-08-16T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:51:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven been updating my blog... busy + lazy.... hahaha... Since i'm hm today so update a bit... those overdued ones... erm... i see how la... maybe juz let it be? I'm lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my FIRST Bay Run today :D 10km. But it's a personal achievement! Nv done a 10km run b4. Ran for 3km den walk n run a bit for 4 km, last 3km jog all e way to finishing line. Wouldn't hav done it if Raymond is nt there. Bump into him n Doris at the 7km mark so we ran tgt. He kep encouraging me n motivated me along to complete the last 3km. Would hav give up n walk if he wasn't there. Thanks pal! Deardear flagged off first so din run wif me :( sadded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sogoy2F5n5I/AAAAAAAACR4/WNbiJ1e3xIE/s1600-h/SNC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sogoy2F5n5I/AAAAAAAACR4/WNbiJ1e3xIE/s320/SNC00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370587409618149266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shagged after the run....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoyQgnzAI/AAAAAAAACRw/2msjMCohOpw/s1600-h/SNC00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoyQgnzAI/AAAAAAAACRw/2msjMCohOpw/s320/SNC00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370587399529679874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok a nicer n decent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoxySD1fI/AAAAAAAACRo/-WMrTJgQb58/s1600-h/SNC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoxySD1fI/AAAAAAAACRo/-WMrTJgQb58/s320/SNC00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370587391415539186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 'reward' for completing the 10km :D Chocolixir from Godvia! My Fav!!! Very long nv drk le cos sinful mah... but after running 10km, it's ok to sin a bit ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoJBNf6fI/AAAAAAAACRg/_2JJs7SJOEo/s1600-h/SNC00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoJBNf6fI/AAAAAAAACRg/_2JJs7SJOEo/s320/SNC00016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370586691048303090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We earned out kept for the tee n medals:D I tink Deardear looks SUPER shuai in this pic. Dun puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoItRbGjI/AAAAAAAACRY/sOipOUSWNLY/s1600-h/SNC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/SogoItRbGjI/AAAAAAAACRY/sOipOUSWNLY/s320/SNC00021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370586685696055858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post... cos lazy hahaha... short better than none.... hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-8500343239439206961?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/8500343239439206961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=8500343239439206961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8500343239439206961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/8500343239439206961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/08/haven-been-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xx5Gh9GyrQ/Sogoy2F5n5I/AAAAAAAACR4/WNbiJ1e3xIE/s72-c/SNC00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331440681505281666.post-5647840641806149134</id><published>2009-07-26T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:44:52.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asiaone.com/A1MEDIA/digital/08Aug08/others/20080815.132209_canon_selphycp770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 175px;" src="http://www.asiaone.com/A1MEDIA/digital/08Aug08/others/20080815.132209_canon_selphycp770.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my wish list......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5331440681505281666-5647840641806149134?l=justme-aeris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/feeds/5647840641806149134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5331440681505281666&amp;postID=5647840641806149134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5647840641806149134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5331440681505281666/posts/default/5647840641806149134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-aeris.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-my-wish-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Aeris Quek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18328695181892882751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZcYWevMaM/TeXk-mmNkRI/AAAAAAAACpA/Evo76DyHNKE/s220/DSC_5019aaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
