<?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-7137625</id><updated>2012-02-11T03:08:59.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A world I call my own.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1734027338416019185</id><published>2011-11-02T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T15:22:01.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big mistake.</title><content type='html'>Signed up for a course that I shouldn't have and risk losing almost S$5K for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done all that I could to study but I am still not confident. Can only pray for God to bless me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can pass the assessment (70%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1734027338416019185?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1734027338416019185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1734027338416019185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1734027338416019185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1734027338416019185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-mistake.html' title='A big mistake.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4157753464634688720</id><published>2011-02-05T17:06:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:05:56.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wabbit Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank God it is a long weekend this year because we are busy to the max with the wedding so close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;On the eve...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had to work on the eve and was only allowed to leave at 445PM. Good enough for me since reunion dinner was to start only at 630PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reunion dinner was at his place this year because we have already 过大礼 and I am already considered as part of their family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle Seng and Aunty Alice joined us this year. According to my future mother-in-law, it was the first time Uncle Seng joined us for reunion dinner though he was invited every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had steamboat for dinner. There was so much food on the table that we couldn't finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the dinner, dear and I head back to my home in Woodlands to spend the rest of the evening with my family and we stayed there for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;初一...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We woke up early on the first day of the Lunar New Year because we had to go to the church to "visit" his grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After "visiting" his grandma, we dropped by Nex to pick up some groceries and have breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We ate roti prata at Food Republic for breakfast and it was mad expensive. Each of us had a piece of plain prata, a piece of egg prata, a cup of teh tarik and that cost us S$8.60 in total. They imposed a 10% surcharge because of the Lunar New Year. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Joanne's new place in Serangoon Gardens after breakfast, as usual. It was time well spent and we had lotsa fun. Meeting up with the girls again for breakfast tomorrow. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;初二...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We spent the whole of Day 2 at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spent half a day trying to fix Dear's notebook because it was attacked by a virus. So proud of myself when I finally fixed it after struggling for a few hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Made potato salad and boiled carrots for lunch because there was nothing to eat out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had dinner with our families at Red Star Restaurant because it was his dad's 60th birthday. Food was so-so. Nothing fantastic to rave about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;初三...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Supposed to have tuition in the morning but I had to cancel it because I seriously lack sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had lunch with Dear, Melvin, Terence and Ros before hopping over to Robin's house. Robin just shifted to a new place and we were invited to a housewarming party. Finally saw Kai Li again and we were all glad to see that she is fine and cheerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to Elaine's house for the annual steamboat reunion dinner in the evening. Uncle Teng initiated a Bingo game after dinner and we all had fun playing the game. All the new additions to the family were also present. They are all so cute! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Collected many &lt;em&gt;ang pow&lt;/em&gt; this year. This is also the last time we will be getting &lt;em&gt;ang pow&lt;/em&gt; from the elders. It will be our turn to give &lt;em&gt;ang pow&lt;/em&gt; next year. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4157753464634688720?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4157753464634688720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4157753464634688720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4157753464634688720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4157753464634688720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-wabbit-year.html' title='Happy Wabbit Year!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7915141264788717509</id><published>2011-01-05T00:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T01:49:12.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are tying the knot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/TSNbx3Y5XfI/AAAAAAAAAys/qi0Xqiccai8/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/TSNbx3Y5XfI/AAAAAAAAAys/qi0Xqiccai8/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558387277345414642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tying the knot on 20th February 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit our wedding website for more information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/ourwedding/KennethChua&amp;amp;IreneChew"&gt;http://www.theknot.com/ourwedding/KennethChua&amp;amp;IreneChew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/?utm_source=ticker&amp;amp;utm_medium=HTML&amp;amp;utm_campaign=tickers" title="Wedding Rings"&gt;&lt;img src="http://global.theknot.com/tickers/ttcc0f3.aspx" alt="Wedding Countdown Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7915141264788717509?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7915141264788717509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7915141264788717509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7915141264788717509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7915141264788717509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2011/01/wedding-countdown.html' title='We are tying the knot!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/TSNbx3Y5XfI/AAAAAAAAAys/qi0Xqiccai8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4569004767302148732</id><published>2010-08-17T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:24:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Banking</title><content type='html'>Saw an opening in Corporate Banking  after I came back from my vacation in June. It was a rare opportunity. I quickly applied for the position despite the significant pay cut upon successful application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Banking has always been an area I wanted to explore since I started my banking career in 2008. After spending two years in Consumer Banking, there isn't much that really fascinates me anymore. It is time for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the job. Currently in training, I will only be joining the team proper in mid-September. Already feeling excited about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new working hours, I have better work-life balance now. Dear and I knock off at about the same time everyday so we have more time to hang out after work. Saturdays are spent playing and pigging out with friends while we spend quality twosomes time together on Sundays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. I am enjoying myself every single day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4569004767302148732?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4569004767302148732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4569004767302148732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4569004767302148732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4569004767302148732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/08/corporate-banking.html' title='Corporate Banking'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5565338379140206040</id><published>2010-05-09T17:31:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:04:20.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is so hard to achieve work-life balance. :(</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting dear a lot recently because of work, especially when I work late. Hardly see him these days and he is complaining. May have to change job soon if this goes on. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig is going to Italy and he is not going to bring me. :( He is going with his boss and it won't look good on him to have me tag along. Don't think I can go anyway. I won't be able to apply for any leave now since I am scheduled for training soon. We will be separated for another week. Gonna miss him. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the NJ group at Marina Square last night. We went to watch Iron Man 2 together. It was baby JR's first time watching a movie in a cinema. We were worried that he might cry in the cinema but he was very good and did not make any noise throughout the whole show. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go to a wedding show at Vivo City yesterday but we couldn't make it because he was held up at work. Kris suggested that we go for the bridal show at Suntec Convention Centre instead. Since I was early, I went to take a look. To my disappointment, Seletar Broadway was the organizer and also the only "participant" of the bridal show. With nothing to compare against, we did not sign up for anything. Not much time left to waste. Got to be more hardworking in preparing for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my pig. Looking forward to our wedding day so that I can see him everyday after that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5565338379140206040?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5565338379140206040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5565338379140206040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5565338379140206040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5565338379140206040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-is-so-hard-to-achieve-work-life.html' title='It is so hard to achieve work-life balance. :('/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-831016961898031497</id><published>2010-04-20T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:55:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year.</title><content type='html'>It was our first anniversary yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he had forgotten all about it because he didn't make plans with me. He didn't even reply the SMS that I sent him in the afternoon. I was surprised when he finally called almost immediately after I log off from my PC. He was waiting for me downstairs. When I got to the car, I saw Elmo sitting in my seat. Elmo played an important role in our relationship. A year ago, dear used Elmo to tell me that he will take care of me and he did not forget his promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/S8277dK6SAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ZYUU3dsqJ3E/s1600/IMAG0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/S8277dK6SAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ZYUU3dsqJ3E/s320/IMAG0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462228553187346434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elmo&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.seafoodparadise.com.sg/"&gt;Seafood Paradise&lt;/a&gt; for dinner after he came to pick me up from work. We ate creamy crab with fried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantou&lt;/span&gt; and rice. The creamy crab is really creamy and yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/S82561LnX-I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Lhf2iKiaioM/s1600/grp_defupic_cuisine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/S82561LnX-I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Lhf2iKiaioM/s320/grp_defupic_cuisine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462226343429627874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture taken from http://www.seafoodparadise.com.sg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Collected my engagement ring from Soo Kee Jewellery last Thursday. We sent it to be engraved with our names.  Loving it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dear. Now and forever. :)&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/7137625-831016961898031497?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/831016961898031497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=831016961898031497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/831016961898031497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/831016961898031497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-year.html' title='One year.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/S8277dK6SAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/ZYUU3dsqJ3E/s72-c/IMAG0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6058172714901383216</id><published>2010-03-31T16:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:28:42.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson of the day: Always wait for the boyfriend to come before you shop.</title><content type='html'>Bought a truck load full of cleaning equipments and household items from the hypermart because I thought the boyfriend will come and pick me up after his meeting. He just called to tell me that he is going to be very late tonight because he has a big project to do. Now I gotta try to lug my bulky purchases home all by myself on public transport. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6058172714901383216?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6058172714901383216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6058172714901383216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6058172714901383216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6058172714901383216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-of-day-always-wait-for-boyfriend.html' title='Lesson of the day: Always wait for the boyfriend to come before you shop.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1418825039352302922</id><published>2010-02-04T22:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:10:26.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The (temporary) end of Mrs. Pig's tai-tai life.</title><content type='html'>Woke up only at noon today. Went to Causeway Point for lunch alone after I washed up. Ate a plate of tasteless and oily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;char kway teow&lt;/span&gt; which I gave up after a while and abandoned half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some red dates and dried longan meat from Hock Hua too. Made some longan red dates tea because dear likes it. Found a &lt;a href="http://bloggersrecipe.blogspot.com/2007/11/traditional-longan-red-date-tea.html"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; on Blogger's Recipe that is easy to make. I replaced rock sugar with rock honey sugar which is not so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 锦衣卫 with dear at AMK Hub today. It is the first time I actually enjoy watching an action movie. The story is quite intriguing and the actors are good. Donnie Yen, especially put up an excellent performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to M1 to sign up for mobile broadband service after dinner. When the salesperson handed him the contract, he noticed that his marital status has been updated to 'married'. The salesperson had thought that we are married and updated the record. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spoke to dear and he was telling me that the mobile broadband service is mad slow. We have signed up for 2Mbps which is only 1Mbps slower than what we used to use. Shall monitor and hope that the speed improves soon. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the weekend again. One last weekend before I go back to work. I will need some getting used to. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1418825039352302922?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1418825039352302922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1418825039352302922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1418825039352302922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1418825039352302922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/02/temporary-end-of-mrs-pigs-tai-tai-life.html' title='The (temporary) end of Mrs. Pig&apos;s tai-tai life.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4441753585182559225</id><published>2010-02-03T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:50:47.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Pig's day out.</title><content type='html'>Didn't get to sing K today because Wei Qi was late by a good 45 minutes. Since I was already out, we went to town for lunch. Met Chin Heng after lunch and we ate again. =/ I seriously needa watch my diet and start exercising again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by the neoprint shop (Pretty in Tokyo) in Cineleisure today. It is undergoing renovation and will be reopened before CNY. Jo and I used to go there to take neoprints every time she came back. Miss the old days. Maybe we should go there and take neoprints again when she is back this time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the PC theory test today. It is an open book test but it is not easy. We passed the test anyway. Still needa pass the practical test before I can get my PC though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to AMK Hub with Michelle and Shing Jia today. We took half an hour to walk there from the driving range but it was very relaxing. I don't feel tired at all despite walking that distance. At least I did some form of exercise today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No appointments tomorrow. Time to start spring cleaning. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4441753585182559225?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4441753585182559225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4441753585182559225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4441753585182559225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4441753585182559225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/02/mrs-pigs-day-out.html' title='Mrs. Pig&apos;s day out.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6178608367585532086</id><published>2010-02-02T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:00:14.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry to announce that I have joined yet another bank.</title><content type='html'>Just signed the appointment letter with the bank that is living and breathing Asia. I will be working with them from next Monday onwards. The job is a piece of cake for me considering my background. My new base salary is quite similar to what I was getting previously but the remuneration and benefit package on the whole is better than before. Though I never expect my salary to remain the same as before, it is still nice to be paid more than less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec City to personalize a bath towel for dear as a Valentine's Day gift for him. He will chide me for spending too much money if I buy an expensive gift for him. The towel is special yet inexpensive and practical. It has our names on it so that he will think of me whenever he uses it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to help him to buy a size 14 1/2 white shirt today. While I was slowly making my way to the shop, he sent me a SMS, "Rmbr need to have collar button one hor else u iron for me. :p" He is very dependent on me to do things like these for him nowadays. I have done such a good job taking care of him that he thinks that his mother is not good enough. I think I spoiled him. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Jo last night. She just got her TR and she is coming home in two weeks' time! My best friend is finally coming home!!! I am so happy and excited! Gotta start planning what to do with her when she is back. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Wei Qi for K-lunch tomorrow. Cannot wait for Winnie and Robin anymore. It has been too long. I need my K-fix now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6178608367585532086?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6178608367585532086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6178608367585532086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6178608367585532086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6178608367585532086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-signed-appointment-letter-with.html' title='I am sorry to announce that I have joined yet another bank.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6163148097671626376</id><published>2010-01-22T00:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T02:49:35.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart feels fonder.</title><content type='html'>Dear came back last week. I went to the airport to meet him at midnight though I didn't drive. I just wanted to see him as soon as possible because I missed him so much. Both of us were happy to see each other again after a week of separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw each other everyday for the week that followed. I would stay at home to clean the room in the morning and go shopping in the afternoon while he was at work then we would go out for dinner together when he comes home in the evening. It was a period of trial marriage. He just told me that he had started saving for our wedding. Does that mean that I will become Mrs. Chua soon? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6163148097671626376?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6163148097671626376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6163148097671626376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6163148097671626376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6163148097671626376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/01/absence-makes-heart-feels-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart feels fonder.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7879956693902343581</id><published>2010-01-08T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:12:44.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my pig.</title><content type='html'>Dear always calls me pig because I sleep a lot. I call him pig too because he sleeps more than I do. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pig left for Hanoi with his friends yesterday. We only parted when he left for the airport but I still miss him every minute that he is away from me. Didn't talk to him today so I sent him a SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pig got miss me? Never miss me come back I eat you. :P missing you every minute. :)&lt;br /&gt;Pig: yaya no bolsters leh. on way to train station... tired sia better behave yrself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Hearing from him puts me at ease. I kept looking at that SMS he sent. It will be my pillar of support for the next four days to come. Too used to seeing him everyday that I feel uneasy without him by my side even for a day. I miss my pig. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7879956693902343581?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7879956693902343581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7879956693902343581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7879956693902343581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7879956693902343581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-my-pig.html' title='I miss my pig.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3058416531094299269</id><published>2010-01-07T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:44:12.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka (27-12-2009 to 02-01-2010)</title><content type='html'>Was in Melaka with dear for a week. Uncle Seng has an apartment there so we had free accomodation. The host and his wife were with us on our first day there but we were left alone after that when they returned to Singapore the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lived the life of a tai-tai while we were there. We went for massage three times in a week and he brought me to the nail salon for manicure and pedicure. All expenses paid. No need to clean the house because the part-time maid would clean up after us. No need to cook meals because there are so much good food in Melaka. It was pure bliss. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, some people have asked me how I survived a week in a boring town like Melaka. Melaka is like second home to dear and I. True enough, there is nothing interesting there. We go there just to escape the hustle and bustle in Singapore and enjoy quality time with each other. Things are also much cheaper there because of the exchange rate that is to our advantage and lower taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of those who will be going to Melaka for a vacation but don't know where to go, here are some recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cottage Spices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G26 , Jalan PM5, Plaza Mahkota, Bandar Hilir 75000 Melaka&lt;br /&gt;It situated in a shop house near Mahkota Parade. Serves Peranakan food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restoran Nancy's Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 7, Jalan Hang Lekir, (3rd Cross Street), off Jalan Tun Tan Cheng Lock, 75200 Melaka&lt;br /&gt;Located in Jonker Walk. Serves Peranakan food. Also sells &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyonya Kueh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restoran Bei Zhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 43, Jalan Kota Laksamana 2/17, Taman Kota Laksamana Seksyen 2, 75200 Melaka&lt;br /&gt;Serves Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topic Healthcare Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 &amp;amp; 101-A, Jalan Merdeka, Taman Melaka Raya, 75000 Melaka&lt;br /&gt;Provides foot and full body massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other places we usually go to for food and local produce but I do not have the address so I am not posting them up. People seldom stay in Melaka for too long anyway so I guess this should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the times we had in Melaka. Miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3058416531094299269?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3058416531094299269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3058416531094299269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3058416531094299269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3058416531094299269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2010/01/melaka-27-12-2009-to-02-01-2010.html' title='Melaka (27-12-2009 to 02-01-2010)'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4634594521397876475</id><published>2009-12-21T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:19:29.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to my banking career.</title><content type='html'>Went to The Mussel Guys at Orchard Central for our "Christmas dinner" on Friday. Don't wanna squeeze with the entire world on Christmas eve so we had our "Christmas dinner" in advance. No Christmas menu, just a normal dinner. I just like the idea of having a Christmas dinner during the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, food was only so-so. I had expected better from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cheesy seafood baked rice set and dear had a fish and chip set. All set meal comes with a soup of the day and a dessert of the day on weekends. Soup of the day was seafood bisque and dessert of the day was cookies and cream ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portion was small. My cheesy seafood baked rice was a thin layer of rice at the bottom topped with a thin layer of seafood (2 mussels, 2 small slices of fish and 2 prawns) and cheese. I was only half full after dinner. Taste was just ordinary. So ordinary I think I can easily reproduce the same dish at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price was alright. Dinner for two cost us about $30++ after tax and service charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon sleeping after work on Saturday because it was raining. It was my last working Saturday. Hooray! When we woke up, dear suggested that we take a bus to the airport for dinner. The bus ride was fun at first because it was one of the rare occasions dear leaves his mistress at home and take public transport but it turned out to be a horrendous experience because it took us almost an hour to reach our destination. Dear said he will not take public transport again as long as he can avoid it. Now he understands why I hate to use public transport. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sole reason for going to the airport was to eat Popeyes Chicken and Biscuits but dear changed his mind when we passed by the food court. He wanted to eat Qiu Lian Ban Mian instead. After all that trouble. -_- Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping around T3 after dinner. Adidas, Crocs and Celio are having outlet sale at the 3Top. Didn't buy anything as most of the items on sale were too big for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were having dinner, we realised that some people go to the airport just to shop. We thought that was interesting but it makes sense when we checked through our receipt from Candy Empire. GST was absorbed. That is equivalent to a storewide 7% discount! Not only at Candy Empire but at Watson's, Chomel etc. too! Retail therapy made more efficient. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the usual sleep, eat, sleep again, gym, eat again routine. Went to Woodlands Centre to eat fish soup but the stall was closing when we reached there. It was the second consecutive time we didn't get to eat the fish soup. =/Ate tze char at a coffee shop near my place instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Radiah last night. Wanted to ask her if she wanna join us at St. James Power Station on Saturday. It was then that I found out that she has broken up with her fiance. My cousin, Shuying divorced her husband recently too. I am scared. Scared that I will be hurt by the one I set out to live the rest of my life with, the one I love so dearly. Maybe marriage is not so much of a fairytale like I expected it to be. It will be a bonus if it doesn't turn out to be a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be my last working day at the bank tomorrow. I am looking forward to the beginning of my new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4634594521397876475?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4634594521397876475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4634594521397876475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4634594521397876475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4634594521397876475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/12/saying-goodbye-to-my-banking-career.html' title='Saying goodbye to my banking career.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5246365140910532393</id><published>2009-12-17T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:00:12.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I am serving notice...</title><content type='html'>Had lunch with Chin Heng at Admiralty yesterday. He was feeling down so he came to look me up for a chat. The poor boy was having trouble with love and he needed a listening ear. I hope he is feeling better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear and I watched Avatar in 3D with Kaddy and Kris yesterday. The movie is 161 minutes long. Super lengthy but super worth the time. I would say it is a must watch! Tickets are selling fast. Better to book the tickets in advance if you intend to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear will be helping out at his friend's wedding on boxing day and I will have a full day and night to myself. I have alredy planned my schedule for my "off day". =P Will be meeting Robin and Winnie for lunch in the afternoon. Gonna be a treat from Robin since he misses me so much. =P Meeting Chin Heng and maybe Geraldine for dinner and clubbing later in the evening. Got approval from dear to club because I have been a good girl for too long. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavinia will be spending Christmas with her family in Japan this year. She will also be jetting off to Bangkok with Ivan shortly after her trip to Japan to celebrate New Year with him. Lucky girl. I am so envious. While dear has promised to bring me on a holiday, I can't go anywhere now because I have not settled work issues. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's sister will be moving to her new home next month and she is bringing the home broadband service with her. Since I am free, I was tasked by dear to source for a broadband service plan with the best value. The other day, he was asking me if there is another bottle of shampoo at his home because the bottle he is using has finished. I feel so married when he involves me with household stuff like these. 我有一种幸福的感觉。 =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5246365140910532393?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5246365140910532393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5246365140910532393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5246365140910532393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5246365140910532393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-i-am-serving-notice.html' title='While I am serving notice...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-2696644711314025233</id><published>2009-12-10T10:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:25:28.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown begins.</title><content type='html'>Wanted to go to the driving range to practise golf yesterday but didn't go in the end because my course mates couldn't make it. Will be going to the driving range earlier to practise before the lesson starts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Feng Yun II with dear, Kaddy and Kris at Downtown East instead. We parked at Kris' sister's EC and saved on parking. =P Feng Yun II was boring. The story was weak. There were a lot of fighting scenes and nothing else. A total waste of money. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tender my resignation next Monday. Another two working days to freedom! I may continue to report for duty during my notice period though. Gotta help John out at the branch since he is still very inexperienced. I can't wait to get out of this sh*t hole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-2696644711314025233?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/2696644711314025233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=2696644711314025233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2696644711314025233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2696644711314025233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4128873866287345703</id><published>2009-12-04T14:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:57:46.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大肚腩</title><content type='html'>Went to dear's cousin, Maryanne's wedding at Hilton hotel on Tuesday. Towards the end of the banquet, her husband surprised her by singing her a song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBLx6uqMSaM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;大肚腩 &lt;/strong&gt;by&lt;strong&gt; 阿牛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你怎么可以这样糊涂&lt;br /&gt;竟打算给我你的全部&lt;br /&gt;放弃了整座森林&lt;br /&gt;只为了一棵矮椰树&lt;br /&gt;如何让你明白让你懂&lt;br /&gt;说到长相肆守就头痛&lt;br /&gt;朝朝暮暮守着一棵树&lt;br /&gt;不敢担保自己承受得住&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天我有了大肚腩&lt;br /&gt;你对我是否意兴阑珊&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天你成了黄脸婆&lt;br /&gt;我是否会嫌你又老又罗嗦&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天我有了大肚腩&lt;br /&gt;你是否会爱我依然&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天你身材走了样&lt;br /&gt;我是否还会为你摘下星星月亮&lt;br /&gt;这时代瞬千万变&lt;br /&gt;谈恋爱像吃快餐一样方便&lt;br /&gt;因为没有勇气相信永远&lt;br /&gt;只好向你承诺我会珍惜眼前&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天我有了大肚腩&lt;br /&gt;你对我是否意兴阑珊&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天你成了黄脸婆&lt;br /&gt;我是否会嫌你又老又罗嗦&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天我有了大肚腩&lt;br /&gt;你是否会爱我依然&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天你身材走了样&lt;br /&gt;我是否还会为你摘下星星月亮&lt;br /&gt;如果不小心我们白头偕老&lt;br /&gt;上天保佑我们恩爱依然&lt;br /&gt;当我们老掉了牙，花白了头发&lt;br /&gt;让我当月亮来温暖你皱皱的脸庞&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天我有了大肚腩&lt;br /&gt;不要紧啦，拿来当枕头睡喽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of the song is very meaningful. He was trying to tell his wife that appearance will change but his love for her will never change. So sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4128873866287345703?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4128873866287345703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4128873866287345703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4128873866287345703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4128873866287345703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='大肚腩'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-8767877185640851724</id><published>2009-12-04T11:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:09:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A heritage tour for dear.</title><content type='html'>Shun Zhi is getting married this Sunday. Our whole family is going to Batu Pahat to attend his wedding and dear is coming with us! I am so excited! It will be the first time dear visits my other hometown and I am gonna take him on a heritage tour to know more about our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are 8 months into our relationship and I am quite surprised that we have come this far. I had never expected that a casual date 8 months ago will result in the special relationship we share today. 8 months may not be a long time but I believe that our love for each other will see us through dozens of 8 years and when we are 80 years old, we will still smile to each other and say "I love you". =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-8767877185640851724?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/8767877185640851724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=8767877185640851724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8767877185640851724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8767877185640851724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/12/heritage-tour-for-dear.html' title='A heritage tour for dear.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5879866433457966575</id><published>2009-12-04T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:49:39.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first golf lesson.</title><content type='html'>Went for my first golf lesson at Nature Park Driving Range yesterday. We learnt the three types of grip and also how to swing the club. Jason is an excellent coach. We were all able to hit the ball on our first attempt! I think that is quite an acheivement. =P Still a little uncomfortable with my posture though. Guess I still have a long way to go before I can enjoy the game. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5879866433457966575?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5879866433457966575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5879866433457966575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5879866433457966575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5879866433457966575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-golf-lesson.html' title='My first golf lesson.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-800836327337742314</id><published>2009-12-01T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:38:31.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still have a chance!</title><content type='html'>I sent an e-mail to Wendy for an update this morning. She just replied to inform me that they are still reviewing my application and Corporate HR will give me a formal reply within 2-4 weeks from the day the interview was conducted. I should stop scaring myself. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-800836327337742314?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/800836327337742314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=800836327337742314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/800836327337742314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/800836327337742314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-still-have-chance.html' title='I still have a chance!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4947792252790222896</id><published>2009-11-25T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:49:11.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope the long wait reaps good returns.</title><content type='html'>Sent an e-mail to Wendy to follow up on the status of my application just now. Right after I sent out the e-mail, I received a Out of Office AutoReply from her to inform me that she is away from office and will only be back on 1 December. =/ Guess I can only wait patiently for HR to get back to me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4947792252790222896?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4947792252790222896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4947792252790222896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4947792252790222896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4947792252790222896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/11/hope-long-wait-reaps-good-returns.html' title='Hope the long wait reaps good returns.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-8121818137073283481</id><published>2009-11-25T13:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:26:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo should see this.</title><content type='html'>Passed by the wet market on my way out to lunch and saw Australian lemons selling for S$0.40 each. I wonder why did we have to pay A$0.90 for a lemon in Perth then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407916106745944002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SwzHC_W0l8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/xTdLcsqb3fg/s320/88534827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-8121818137073283481?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/8121818137073283481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=8121818137073283481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8121818137073283481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8121818137073283481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-for-jo.html' title='Jo should see this.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SwzHC_W0l8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/xTdLcsqb3fg/s72-c/88534827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5701685401776837265</id><published>2009-11-24T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:39:12.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will love him for as long as I live because I know he loves me.</title><content type='html'>No more nonsense from Ivy. Well, at least I don't see any nonsense on facebook anymore and I assume that she has given up all hopes to take my Kenneth away from me. I know that she can continue to harass him via PM, call or SMS but I trust him to ignore her if she does. He knows I will spot check on him every now and then so I doubt he dares to keep in contact with her in private anyway. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to hear from HR regarding my transfer. Will follow up with Wendy tomorrow if I still don't hear from them by then. Anyway, I will tender my resignation next month if my application is unsuccessful. Dear has promised to 养我 if I cannot find a job after I leave my current one. He said he just want me to be happy. Awwwww... ...sooooo sweeeeet~! I was so touched that I almost dropped a tear when he said that. I love my dear!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear's friend from NJC, Shun Liang gave us (Dear and I, JingDe and Edna, Kaddy and Kris, Benjamin and Swee San) a treat at MOF @My Izakaya on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ordered a unagi hot stone rice and I had a salmon bibimbap hot stone rice. It was delicious! You gotta keep stirring the rice as you eat because it will be burnt if you leave it at the bottom for too long. I like to leave the rice to burn though because it is so tasty and crunchy! =P Sushi was not as good as the main course. The sushi rice tasted like it was mixed with DIY sushi rice mix. =X Dessert was my favourite macha ice-cream! I just can't get enough of macha ice-cream. It is so yummy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around to chit chat with the ladies after dinner. I will soon be the only Miss in the tai-tai club because Swee San and Benjamin will be tying the knot next January! I wonder when I can upgrade my membership too. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy chatting with the tai-tais because we share the same sentiments most of the time. While the guys were planning a guys only trip to Bangkok, we ladies had agreed that none of us will give our consent for them to go. If they want to go, they will have to bring us along. =P The guys abandoned their plan in the end. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a short week this week because it is Hari Raya Haji on Friday. A pity I gotta work on Saturday morning. Well, better than nothing. I really hate working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5701685401776837265?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5701685401776837265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5701685401776837265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5701685401776837265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5701685401776837265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-love-him-for-as-long-as-i-live.html' title='I will love him for as long as I live because I know he loves me.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1782159907252381078</id><published>2009-11-20T10:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:14:27.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tai-tai day.</title><content type='html'>The interview went well. The interviewers were easy-going and very humourous. No sweat. =) Just needa wait for a call from HR to brief me on the contract and remuneration packagae now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Chin Heng at Vivo City after the interview. It was a short meeting because the good boy had not finished his tutorial. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wait for dear to knock off and send me to the driving range for my golf lessons but I forgot to bring my shoes. Went home to change instead. When I was done and about to leave home, Jason called to postpone the lesson because the rain was too heavy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was free, I gave myself a facial. Didn't have the time and energy to do so after I joined the bank. Felt so relaxed when I finally did. Mmmmm... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear was telling me about his fish on facebook so I swung by to take a look. The first thing I saw on his profile when the page loaded was a video of Andy Lau in a Sovil Titus commercial uploaded by an Ivy with the caption, "WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FIX &lt;em&gt;OUR&lt;/em&gt; WATCH?" This is not the first time I saw her post on dear's profile. She had been very rude all the while and she kept bringing up "past memories". All her posts suggest some "things" going on between her and dear. The video was the last I could tolerate. I asked dear if she is his ex-girlfriend. He said she is but the relationship ended long time ago and there is nothing between them now. I told him I don't like what she posted and he removed all her posts. I know dear loves me and still does but I am still upset. It is obvious that this Ivy is vying with me for his love and attention. I don't know what to do now. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1782159907252381078?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1782159907252381078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1782159907252381078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1782159907252381078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1782159907252381078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-tai-tai-day.html' title='My tai-tai day.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6926018180188552757</id><published>2009-11-18T12:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:09:11.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will SHINE. =)</title><content type='html'>Wendy Lim from Call Centre has invited me to her office in Alexandra for a second round of interview tomorrow. The position I have applied for is that of a Customer Service Officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem like an upgrade to you, does it? You are right on that. I wanna do something "lighter" but still pay at least my current basic. This was the best I could find and is still the best I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwee referred me for the position after he found out that I was desperately looking for a non-sales job. Have to thank the man for the helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well, I will work in the Alexandra office, where Kim is based. Dear works in Telok Blangah, which is nearby. Excellent arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6926018180188552757?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6926018180188552757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6926018180188552757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6926018180188552757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6926018180188552757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-shine.html' title='I will SHINE. =)'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3946464874687774555</id><published>2009-11-12T11:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:14:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost my direction.</title><content type='html'>I broke down yesterday. Started dropping tears while I was on my way home, on the train. I tried suppressing my tears but it was a futile attempt. And thus, I sobbed all the way from Marina Bay to Admiralty. :'( Continued to cry my eyes out when I was home, in the privacy of my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a banker was my dream. It was the ONLY thing I wanted to do after graduation. I was happy with my chosen career path until the most unfortunate event happened. We were hit by the worst financial crisis ever. The whole banking landscape was set for a major makeover after that. Everything changed. All the privileges of being a banker were being taken away from us overnight and only the stress and sh*tty work remain. I HATE my job now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what can I do if I hate my job? Quit and find another one? Easier said than done. I just lost my ambition. I don't know what I really wanna do now. I have always said I wanna be a &lt;em&gt;tai-tai&lt;/em&gt; but I have tried and know that I will be sick of staying at home once I have rested enough. I felt weak and worthless. I am lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3946464874687774555?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3946464874687774555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3946464874687774555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3946464874687774555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3946464874687774555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-my-direction.html' title='Lost my direction.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-858283872877329112</id><published>2009-11-04T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:39:05.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When having an A is no good.</title><content type='html'>He offered to give me the spare key to his Integra BUT what is the use of giving me the key to a manual sports car when I hold a class 3A driving license?! @#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-858283872877329112?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/858283872877329112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=858283872877329112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/858283872877329112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/858283872877329112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-having-a-is-no-good.html' title='When having an A is no good.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1548001256861978395</id><published>2009-10-30T09:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:35:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mistress</title><content type='html'>Dear collected his Integra on Tuesday! He came to pick me up for dinner after he settled the car stuff. I am quite satisfied with the new mistress. (Most guys refer to their cars as their wives. He refers to his as his mistress because it is secondary to me. =P) It is very spacious. Lotsa leg room for me and lotsa space in the back seat for my shopping bags! Muahahaha~! It also has a sun roof. I love sun roof! Can enjoy the sunshine while I sit comfortably in the air-conditioned car. Hee~ We will be going to town to get his car key holder from Braun Buffel this weekend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407955966530280018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SwzrTIn92lI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hYTCRsJfX5g/s320/11131_205248500489_651415489_4518214_1193652_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The new mistress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saw his ex-mistress in an advertisement on sgcarmart.com with a nice "new" mileage. He had completed ~123,000 KM before selling the car. The "new" mileage featured in the advertisement is 59,800 KM. Dishonest dealer. Fortunately dear didn't buy his car from him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1548001256861978395?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1548001256861978395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1548001256861978395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1548001256861978395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1548001256861978395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/mistress.html' title='The Mistress'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SwzrTIn92lI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hYTCRsJfX5g/s72-c/11131_205248500489_651415489_4518214_1193652_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5702899487304074381</id><published>2009-10-22T09:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:59:46.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty's little book of big ideas</title><content type='html'>Bought the Hello Kitty's little book of big ideas while I was shopping with dear at Harbourfront last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395237756727769250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/St-8J5CIuKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/V38_NPStZLs/s320/51MBFMS786L._SS400_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is really a little book of big ideas where Hello Kitty teaches you how to be a girl everybody loves. It is full of girly suggestions like how to organise a slumber party and how to be a great friend in school. There are even simple kitty meal recipes in the book! Love its cute and vibrant illustrations. =P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though the book is written for children, I strongly recommend adults who love Hello Kitty to get this book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is not easy to find the book. Tried Popular, Kinokuniya and MPH but didn't find it. For those who are interested, I got my copy at the Big Bookshop in Harbourfront Centre for S$10.90.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5702899487304074381?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5702899487304074381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5702899487304074381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5702899487304074381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5702899487304074381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-kittys-little-book-of-big-ideas.html' title='Hello Kitty&apos;s little book of big ideas'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/St-8J5CIuKI/AAAAAAAAAx4/V38_NPStZLs/s72-c/51MBFMS786L._SS400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1190495534843730802</id><published>2009-10-15T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:50:29.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Google. Trick or treat? =P</title><content type='html'>Read an article about &lt;a href="http://www.mysterygoogle.com/"&gt;Mystery Google&lt;/a&gt; this morning and decided to try it out. The verdict? It is damn cool and fun! LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those seeking adventure and surprises should try it. It is not the typical search engine you expect it to be. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name suggests, the site is a mystery. I shall not spoil the fun for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who insists on knowing more about the site before you visit it, you can read more about Mystery Google on &lt;a href="http://digital.asiaone.com/Digital/News/Story/A1Story20091015-173718.html"&gt;http://digital.asiaone.com/Digital/News/Story/A1Story20091015-173718.html&lt;/a&gt;.&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/7137625-1190495534843730802?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1190495534843730802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1190495534843730802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1190495534843730802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1190495534843730802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/mystery-google-trick-or-treat-p.html' title='Mystery Google. Trick or treat? =P'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5947266498901018878</id><published>2009-10-14T13:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:55:37.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Kenneth just called me to tell me that he is going to buy the Honda Integra he went to see last night. He has asked the dealer for a quote for the current car he is driving and if the deal goes through, he will have no car to drive this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the way things are, I think our Melaka trip is "postponed". =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5947266498901018878?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5947266498901018878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5947266498901018878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5947266498901018878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5947266498901018878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-holiday-this-weekend.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-850662138591107547</id><published>2009-10-14T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:41:32.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding bells are ringing.</title><content type='html'>Daphne told me that Rena registered her marriage with her fiance last September and she is holding her customary wedding next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw photographs from Yiying's wedding on facebook last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before them were Hui Shan and Kai Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Shan got married two years ago on 070707.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Lin got married early last year and her son is already a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not upset that I was not invited to their wedding. We are not really close friends so I am fine without the invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am happy for them. They all seem to emit an indescribable glow from within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perhaps a little envious of their marital bliss. Makes me wanna get married immediately! Geez, I wonder when will he finally give up and propose properly. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of my ex-classmates are either married or getting married soon. Thank goodness we don't have alumni dinners and get-together parties anymore, else I will be so OUT when everybody starts talking about their husband and children and maybe even in-laws! I am glad I don't hang out much with many of my ex-classmates anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-850662138591107547?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/850662138591107547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=850662138591107547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/850662138591107547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/850662138591107547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Wedding bells are ringing.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3157365777705757424</id><published>2009-10-13T12:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:19:04.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple business e-mail I sent at work.</title><content type='html'>The bank recently launched a new AMEX card. In an effort to improve the take up rate of the new addition, all of us at the branches are "encouraged" to promote the new card to our customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan, the other personal banker at my branch was very helpful to come up with a brilliant idea to help all of us to meet our targets. He proposed that all of us send an e-mail to our colleagues in other departments and ask them to sign up for the new card. As all staff enjoy perpetual card fee waivers, it is not difficult to ask for their support. Out of those I asked, Kim Liong and Hwee were very kind to extend their support by offerring to help me to ask their personal friends and business associates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of his replies to me, Kim Liong who is also my cousin-in-law wrote this at the end of the e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: read about your branch changing episode on a contact website. Is JWC your new base?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little blur when I read this. I thought he was asking me about changes to branches so I told him I am not aware of the changes and I will find out about it before I get back to him. However, after I stupidly went to find out if there are any changes to branches, it suddenly struck me that he might have seen my facebook status updates on Plaxo and was asking me about my transfer to a new branch. I didn't expect him to be concerned about such small matters as he is a busy man. Awww... I didn't know I have such a sweet brother-in-law. Shall give him a treat to coffee when I do drop by our head office. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Liong is the same age as my dad but he is a really cool brother-in-law to me. On the first day I join our bank, he called and gave me a business lead. He is always asking me to call on him for coffee/lunch when I am in town. Such is the care and concern he has for his wife's cousin and I really appreciate it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Kim Liong, I also sent an e-mail to another cousin of mine who works at the same bank, Eileen. Eileen on the other hand did not even reply to my e-mail. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised how a simple business e-mail can tell me so much about a person. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3157365777705757424?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3157365777705757424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3157365777705757424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3157365777705757424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3157365777705757424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-business-e-mail-i-sent-at-work.html' title='A simple business e-mail I sent at work.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4855800992432980538</id><published>2009-10-08T16:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:28:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jurong Point to Admiralty.</title><content type='html'>I have taken back my resignation letter from my GSM on the condition that he transfers me to a branch of my choice. He agreed to my request and transferred me to Admiralty branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many were suprised by my decision to transfer to a small branch like Admiralty. I have my reasons for doing so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only a stone throw away from my home. Takes me only 5 minutes to walk here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiralty branch opens 930AM to 5PM on weekdays and 9AM to 1230PM on Saturdays. Normal working hours means that I have enough time to rest, more time to myself and more time to spend with my loved ones. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smaller branch has less headcount compared to bigger ones like Jurong Point branch. Less people means less conflict. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new direct supervisor does not practise micro management. He lets me do what I deem fit as long as I give him what he wants at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, I closed more deals than I did when I was at Jurong Point! Isn't that great?! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I am loving it here. Not much complaints for now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4855800992432980538?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4855800992432980538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4855800992432980538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4855800992432980538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4855800992432980538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-jurong-point-to-admiralty.html' title='From Jurong Point to Admiralty.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1047164010573098680</id><published>2009-10-05T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:42:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It is for your own good." Sounds familiar?</title><content type='html'>An Australian woman has been sentenced to life imprisonment for starving her 7 year old autistic daughter to death. (see &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20091002/tap-as-australia-starvation-death-79704af.html"&gt;Aussie mom gets life in jail for starving daughter&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents always say whatever they do is for their children's own good but is what they do 'for their children's own good' always right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my mom as an example. She is a secretary by training and had been an accounts assistant for a short period of time before she married my dad.  Never in her life has she worked in a bank before yet she is always "teaching" me how to be a banker and she thinks she is doing me a favour by doing so. I think it will be better if she just mind home affairs and leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1047164010573098680?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1047164010573098680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1047164010573098680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1047164010573098680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1047164010573098680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-for-your-own-good-sounds-familiar.html' title='&quot;It is for your own good.&quot; Sounds familiar?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-8851847544239751544</id><published>2009-09-22T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:54:33.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop testing my patience.</title><content type='html'>I can never have a peaceful conversation with my mother. I cannot believe that she is so self-centered that she can sacrifice everything, including my happiness for her own interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just quarreled again for the n-th time this month. She was telling me what she expects for my wedding. She did not even ask for my opinion. It was as if it is her own wedding she is planning. I was irritated and flared up at her, told her it is my wedding and I want it to be done my way, not hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sobbing alone in my room now. There is nothing else I can do since I can never change the fact that she is my mother. I feel so pathetic and helpless. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-8851847544239751544?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/8851847544239751544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=8851847544239751544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8851847544239751544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8851847544239751544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-never-have-peaceful-conversation.html' title='Stop testing my patience.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5942761165052862654</id><published>2009-09-16T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:56:34.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resigned, again.</title><content type='html'>I tendered my resignation yesterday. Got a call from my group sales manager shortly after I sent out the e-mail. He called me to arrange a meeting on Thursday morning so that he can try to convince me to stay. He will try to offer me something again tomorrow. I promised to hear him out first before making my final decision. We will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Cohen-Brown Proactive Relationship Banking training session at LOD Tampines today. It was deadly boring. The only thing I enjoyed was the company of my colleagues who joined the bank same time I did. They were all very encouraging when I broke the news to them. Spencer was especially kind to offer to refer me to his ex-supervisor at a foreign bank if I can't find a suitable job after I leave the bank. I really appreciate that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to chat with Joanne again on MSN last night after so long. Miss her so much. Can't wait for Chinese New Year to come soon so that I can see her again because she won't be coming back home till then and I doubt I will be traveling to Perth anytime soon. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie came to meet me at the branch yesterday. We went to have lunch together and had a good chat. It has been some time since we did and I definitely enjoyed my lunch break yesterday. Met up with Robin for a while before we left Jurong Point. He is so much fatter than he was when we last saw him a month ago! HaHa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Winnie to town after we met Robin. I went to Takashimaya after she left for lesson. While I was shopping, dear called to say that he was going to play golf at Bishan after dis-arming an alarm at Ang Mo Kio so I met him for dinner after he was done with his 50 golf balls. While I was leaving Orchard, I bumped into Gary and his new girlfriend. It was the second time I bumped into him there. I figured I should avoid going to town alone next time so that even if I bump into Gary there again, I will look better off without him. =/ Felt damn guilty when I met dear after that. We bumped into dear's colleagues too while we were having our dinner at Long House in Thomson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly miss my dear now. Another two days to our long weekend. Wish time passes faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5942761165052862654?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5942761165052862654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5942761165052862654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5942761165052862654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5942761165052862654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Resigned, again.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1456241237904262897</id><published>2009-09-13T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:57:26.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another sleepless night</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from insomnia again. =/ To top it off, I have branch duty later at 1030AM. Yes, I have to work on a SUNDAY morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell by now, bankers have no life. Our lives revolves around our work all the time, which explains why I am awake at this hour. The amount of stress I am under is so great that it has taken a toll on my health. I have a serious case of migraine which gives me a swollen eye each time it strikes. SoBz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of my ailing health, I have decided to resign. There are, of course, other reasons for my resignation but due to the sensitivity of the issue, these shall not be discussed in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my recent bad experience in my current employment, I have decided to seek career opportunities in industries other than banking and finance. So far, I have received a few calls but nothing has been set in cast yet. I shall keep my fingers crossed. Silkair is recruiting flight stewardess on 25 and 26 September. I may just give it try. Let's hope I find a job soon. Don't wanna live on instant noodles for too long. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth has been very supportive during this difficult period. Though he will nag a little some times, I know he will support my decision no matter what it is. Take for an instance, when I moved on to my current job, he bought me a new blazer for work though he always complains that I buy too many clothes when I already have two wardrobes of them. HeE~ He will be bringing me to Melaka again at the end of the month to unwind. We will also go to Bangkok during my birthday in October if I am still available by then. My dear is so sweet! I love my dear. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Joey Ong on MSN now. I can always count on him to entertain me whenever I can't sleep because he is always online during the wee hours! HaHa~ He is a pilot with SIA and he was kind enough to share some tips with me for the flight stewardess interview. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 5AM. Craving for &lt;em&gt;char kway&lt;/em&gt;. Shall try to get some sleep then go grab a good breakfast before going to the branch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1456241237904262897?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1456241237904262897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1456241237904262897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1456241237904262897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1456241237904262897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-sleepless-night.html' title='another sleepless night'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3219047639437736179</id><published>2009-07-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:48:19.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from my Perth-fect holiday</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Perth two days ago. It was the most relaxing vacation I ever had. Jo and Wilson had been wonderful hosts. I experienced the life of locals thanks to them. Thank you my friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to update about my trip in words. Shall let the photographs do the story telling. Enjoy the slide show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-25.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949623020069&amp;amp;site=widget-25.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949623020069&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p1/3026418949623020069/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949623020069&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p2/3026418949623020069/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=3026418949623020069&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/m/3026418949623020069/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949623020069&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-25.slide.com/p4/3026418949623020069/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear just left for Bali this morning. He will be there for seven days. Already miss him. I don't know how I am going to survive the next six days without him and my best friend. Suffering from serious partner withdrawal symptoms now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3219047639437736179?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3219047639437736179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3219047639437736179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3219047639437736179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3219047639437736179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-my-perth-fect-holiday.html' title='Back from my Perth-fect holiday'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-692885000567688752</id><published>2009-06-02T22:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:51:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>Kenneth has been very busy with work recently and is unable to spend much time with me. I totally understand that work is more important than going to the movies or a stroll at the beach but I will still feel uneasy if we remain apart for too long. I need to be constantly reminded that he loves me to make myself feel better. I will start blogging about the sweet little things he has done for me thus far so that I can read them whenever I start to feel neglected, to remind myself how much he loves and wants me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our very first date because I was craving for the coconut ice-cream dessert from Tung Lok Signatures. You offered to come and pick me up from my place though you have absolutely no idea where it is. Nevertheless, you made it here, all the way from Hougang, and we set out to Vivo City together. You knew that it is much cheaper to park at Harbourfront Centre which is connected to Vivo City but you chose to park at Vivo City's carpark instead because you did not want to have me walk too far. When we got there, the restaurant has closed for lunch but you insisted that we wait for it to re-open for dinner to satisfy my craving. It was supposed to be a short dessert date but we ended up spending the whole day together at the mall. It was freezing cold in the shopping area and I can see you shivering but you stayed with me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have done to please me that day had allowed me to gain a better understanding of you. Thank you for making the first move. Had you not, I would still be a lonely soul now. I wish you are here with me now so that you can give me a goodnight kiss before I go to bed. You are probably at the site now though. Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949623116047&amp;amp;site=widget-0f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949623116047&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p1/3026418949623116047/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949623116047&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p2/3026418949623116047/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=3026418949623116047&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/m/3026418949623116047/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949623116047&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0f.slide.com/p4/3026418949623116047/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-692885000567688752?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/692885000567688752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=692885000567688752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/692885000567688752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/692885000567688752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6750893806929848096</id><published>2009-05-31T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:10:02.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand.</title><content type='html'>Many of my dear friends have been asking me why I stopped blogging. The truth is, I am always too tired to blog after a day at work. Though I do not work long hours like many other professionals do, nor do I need to perform manual labour, I am usually mentally, psychologically and emotionally tortured while I am at work. After work, I just wanna chill and do nothing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have noticed in Facebook that I am currently in a relationship and are curious who the lucky/unlucky guy is. Thank you for your concern and well wishes. The man is Kenneth,  a 31 year old (yes, he is 8 years my senior) executive electrical engineer (and yes, another engineer). I love him and I know he loves me too. He always have my interests in mind and tries to please me whenever possible. I always feel safe in his arms. =) Though we have not officially met each other's family, my dad likes him a lot. It is the first time my dad is so full of praises for my boyfriend. I have a good feeling that this relationship will work out well and we will live happily ever after. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting the ex-UOBankers on Wednesday to celebrate Wei Lin's 22nd and Kenny's 26th birthday. It has been a year since we last gathered. I am sure this will be fun. =) A note to Kenny and Hwee: We MAY become colleagues again. Won't be the same department though. Keep your fingers crossed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to clear my annual leave, I have applied for block leave from 22 -30 June. I will be visiting Joanne in Perth during this period of time. I miss my BFF. We haven't talked much recently due to career commitments. There are so many things I wanna tell her and so many things I wanna do with her!! Can't wait for 20 June to come. I am so excited! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6750893806929848096?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6750893806929848096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6750893806929848096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6750893806929848096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6750893806929848096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back by popular demand.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5624783939291278941</id><published>2008-11-03T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:01:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know.</title><content type='html'>If &lt;em&gt;Lokun Chu &lt;/em&gt;= Hospital,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lokun &lt;/em&gt;= Doctor,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Chu &lt;/em&gt;= House,&lt;br /&gt;then Hospital = Doctor's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder he stays there most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5624783939291278941?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5624783939291278941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5624783939291278941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5624783939291278941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5624783939291278941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1132295803809300694</id><published>2008-11-02T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:58:28.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konichiwa! Watashi wa Irene desu!</title><content type='html'>Ryo called me while I was napping this afternoon. He asked me if I would like to join him and his Japanese friend for dinner. Initially, I turned down his invitation because I was tired. After I ended the call with him, I realised I couldn't sleep anymore, so I called him back and said I will go. I am so fickle. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly took a bath, changed and rushed out of the house. I reached Clarke Quay at 730PM but only found China One at 8PM because Ryo told me it is beside TCC when it is actually on top of TCC. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys played Pool while I drink and cheer for them. We had a good time chatting and playing together. These Japanese boys are really fun to hang out with. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryo wanted to bring me to a Japanese restaurant at Central mall to eat delicious Japanese noodles but it was already closed by the time we reached there. We ended up eating at Manhattan Fish Market instead because it was the only restaurant that was still open at 10PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened while we were having supper. Ryo's friend, Teppei can't speak the English language very well and I can't speak a lot of Japanese. Thinking that I do not understand any Japanese at all, Teppei said that I am &lt;em&gt;kawaii&lt;/em&gt;. I thanked him for his compliment and he got a raw shock. He became very shy after that. HaHa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after supper while the guys went on to St. James. I can't wait to meet up with them again soon. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1132295803809300694?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1132295803809300694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1132295803809300694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1132295803809300694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1132295803809300694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/11/konichiwa-watashi-wa-irene-desu.html' title='Konichiwa! Watashi wa Irene desu!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7452237285628728489</id><published>2008-09-29T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:13:41.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad.</title><content type='html'>I have been craving for him since we said our goodnights that evening. Serves me right for turning down his invitation. It was one of the rare occasions when he is free and so full of vigour. I ought to slap myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7452237285628728489?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7452237285628728489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7452237285628728489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7452237285628728489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7452237285628728489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bad.html' title='My bad.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-8250196102705487630</id><published>2008-09-26T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:52:07.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my day.</title><content type='html'>Lost a fairly big deal to a rival bank today because we could not make a better offer to the customer. Didn't get enough support from Wealth Management. If not for the vouchers, I would have closed the deal already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet Ben from Wealth Management for a drink this evening but I was so disappointed with his department today that I decided not to go in the end. Not that he has any say in the matter but I will probably end up pouring all my grouses out to him if I do see him tonight. I shall spare him from the flood of complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad day for me today. As if losing the deal was not bad enough, my phone had to fail me today. It was working perfectly fine until this morning when my customer called. The touchscreen was unable to respond to my touch. It is only 2 months old! Sigh~! I will have to send it to the service centre for them to inspect the phone and do the necessary tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The branch will be extending its opening hours by 1 hour starting next Tuesday for one week due to the latest Growth Dividend payout. All of us will have to report for work at 730AM. So early!!! I don't feel like going to work anymore... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-8250196102705487630?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/8250196102705487630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=8250196102705487630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8250196102705487630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8250196102705487630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-my-day.html' title='Not my day.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-8247637124918071163</id><published>2008-09-20T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:26:18.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My horrible experience with New York Skin Solutions.</title><content type='html'>Did five hours of OT today but I won't be paid for that. Had to meet a client after opening hours to sign some documents. By the time I was done with all the paperwork, I was already late for tuition. Since tuition was cancelled, I decided to have lunch with my client to build a better relationship with her and her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to New York Skin Solutions with Hui Jun after the lunch date with my client. Our appointment was at 5PM but we only got to do our facial at 730PM. They made us wait for two and a half hours! Before that, they tried to make us sign a package, which Hui Jun did. I was there for a trial which was supposed to help me to decide if their service and products are suitable for me and if it is worthwhile signing a package with them. It makes no sense for me to sign up for anything even before I try their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the facial, I decided that it just wasn't worth the price. Hui Jun mentioned her difficulties as a student so the consultant quoted us student price: $300 for 5 sessions. It is even cheaper than the previous package I had with Body Contours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the reasons why I think it is not worth it though it is so cheap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They stressed that they do customized treatment facials but they used the same products on both Hui Jun and I. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other than the extraction, which was extremely painful, I can do everything else she did on my own at home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They always portray themselves as a high end salon but there was no private room. FYI, I always had a private room when my facial was done at Body Contours. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel that the therapists were not professional at all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I rejected their offer, they kept asking me if it was out of my budget. How can a banker not be able to afford something even a student can afford? I thought that was a humiliation to me and my bank. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hold no grudges against them. These are just my honest and humble opinions. Those who do not believe me are encouraged to try it themselves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-8247637124918071163?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/8247637124918071163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=8247637124918071163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8247637124918071163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8247637124918071163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-horrible-experience-with-new-york.html' title='My horrible experience with New York Skin Solutions.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-9097193284909571066</id><published>2008-09-05T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:11:46.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another training session.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was back at HQ for training today. Got a SMS from my boss to inform me that a new tranche of SD is launched today. Out of courtesy, I replied to thank him for the information. He replied shortly after I did, telling me to pay attention in class because he has a loan for me to key into the system tomorrow. Stressed. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time in class today. Having been separated for a month, we had a lot of catching up to do. Had our lunch at Mac's today. In case you do not know this yet, they are having a promotion. On weekdays, between 12PM to 2PM, you can buy EVMs at a special price starting from $4.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, Benny, Kok Sen, Geraldine and I went to collect our uniform at Dick's Beaumonde after training. While trying our uniform, Samantha commented that my jacket fits me nicely while hers was a bit loose. The tailor overheard us and said that it is because I am fuller on top. He regretted saying that almost immediately after doing so and apologised. HaHa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner together at Pepper Lunch after that. Wanted to watch Death Race after dinner but Lido didn't have it. Cineleisure was still showing the movie but the only time slot they have is at 2AM. Too late for us so we ended up eating dessert at Xin Wang instead. It was only 8PM when we were done with desserts but all of us were so tired that we had to disperse from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248136521975640802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SNUgXGUcsuI/AAAAAAAAAig/w6yXmskCK24/s320/n694910223_4258154_8180.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Geraldine and I @ Pepper Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think the next time we will meet again will be in October at our annual dinner and dance. Sad. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-9097193284909571066?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/9097193284909571066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=9097193284909571066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/9097193284909571066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/9097193284909571066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-training-session.html' title='Another training session.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SNUgXGUcsuI/AAAAAAAAAig/w6yXmskCK24/s72-c/n694910223_4258154_8180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7333865868365366659</id><published>2008-08-24T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:44:22.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我好想你啊！</title><content type='html'>很晚了，但是我却睡不着，因为我满脑子想的都是你。想着你对我说的话，想着你为我做的事，想念你。怎么办？我好想你啊！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7333865868365366659?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7333865868365366659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7333865868365366659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7333865868365366659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7333865868365366659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='我好想你啊！'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-373687819587531374</id><published>2008-08-13T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:51:30.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Taman Jurong.</title><content type='html'>I am based in Jurong (Taman Jurong) branch with effect from 31 July 2008. Closed my first deal on 2 August. It was considered a small deal but I was proud of myself. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Centre for Continuing Professional Development (CPD) training on 6 August. When I went back to the branch the next day and called one of my clients to arrange for him to come and sign the documents, he told me that he went down to Jurong branch to look for me the day before but my colleague just said that I am on course and closed the deal on the spot without informing me of my customer's arrival, which she was supposed to do. Lesson learnt. A very expensive one. SiGh~! Managed to close 2 more deals early this week though. A good way to start the week. Will be meeting two big ticket clients over the weekends.  Let's hope I close both deals. *PrAyS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received my self-inking stamp last week and business cards today. Feels more like a banker now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the other MTs on National Day. Belinda, Kok Sen, Benny, Xing Yin, Cecilia and Geraldine (together with her sweetheart, Ling Woon) came. We had our lunch at Aston's, The Cathay. It took them a very long time to prepare the food and we were all famished by the time the food came. Mine took the longest time to come. I was so hungry when they served me that I gobbled it all up in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xing Yin had to leave early because it was her grandfather's birthday. Geraldine and Ling Woon left us after lunch too because they wanna go &lt;em&gt;pak tor&lt;/em&gt;. 重色轻友! =/ Kok Sen, Benny, Cecilia and I went to Minds Cafe after lunch to play board games. Had loads of fun playing the games there. My favourite game was 'Ticket To Ride'. It is quite challenging and requires the use of lotsa strategies in order to win the game. I enjoy playing it so much that I wanna buy it. HeE~! Went to eat &lt;em&gt;tau hway&lt;/em&gt; at Rochor Beancurd after 3 hours of board games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went home after the &lt;em&gt;tau hway&lt;/em&gt; session while Cecilia and I went grocery shopping at Carrefour before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might be the last time I see all of them together. As some of them are deployed to Sunday banking branches, it will be hard to arrange a gathering on weekends. Kinda miss them now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to ZhiFa the other day and he was telling me that he intends to get a car because of his inconvenient work location. This tempted me to get one too. My branch is also not very convenient for me to go and I hate squeezing with the factory workers on the bus every morning. We were considering the Picanto because it is the most economical car available in the market now. He was saying that the Picanto is not fuel efficient, so we thought of getting a Honda Jazz, which is well known for its efficient fuel consumption. I checked the prices on the Honda website and realised that the Jazz (1.4) is more expensive than the City (1.5). As our conversation progresses, our ideal ride became bigger and bigger. HaHa~! Anyway, I needa save up for the downpayment first. Making good progress so far. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-373687819587531374?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/373687819587531374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=373687819587531374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/373687819587531374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/373687819587531374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-at-taman-jurong.html' title='Life at Taman Jurong.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3544071445397225155</id><published>2008-07-06T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:37:52.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week at the bank.</title><content type='html'>Started work at the bank on 1 July. Got to know lotsa fun-loving people at the induction programme. The induction programme was very informative and I got a better idea of what the various departments do. My favourite speaker was Vasu Menon from Wealth Management. His speech was very interesting and all of us had a good laugh. =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a dialogue session with the department heads at The Executive Club on the 33 storey. The view at the club was breathtakingly beautiful and the food was fantastically delicious. It was a rare chance to see all the department heads all in one place at the same time. Was quite worried about the dialogue session initially because I though the heads are serious and terrifying but it turned out that they are actually very interesting and humourous people. All went well and at the end of the day, I was really glad that I have joined this bank. The culture here is totally different from the other local bank I have worked at previously. I feel so fortunate to have made the right decision to leave my previous employment and to join this bank now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220281818985961714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SHIqp_gWmPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SYKt_j2oIzI/s320/Copy+of+Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Linda, Cecilia, Geraldine and I at The Executive Club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The 3 days orientation programme started on day two. It was an unforgettable experience. It was the first time I participated in an orientation programme with so many mature new hires and had so much fun with them. Though many of them are already in their thirties and for some, even forties, they are more energetic than young management trainees like us. I must say that I was very impressed with their initiative and enthusiasm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Attended a grooming course conducted by Shiseido on Saturday morning. Learnt a lot about skincare and make up at the course. We had truck loads of fun experimenting with the cosmetics provided. I didn't look much different from my usual self after the DIY makeover. The only part of my face that looked different was my eyebrows which was drawn for me by the make up artist. Not too satisfied with it though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220650652811996146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SHN6G8lFK_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/HqsDWz5MotY/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Geraldine and I after the grooming course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were all given a $10 voucher each to spend at the Shiseido counter in Tangs Orchard so all of us made our way to Tangs after the grooming course ended and ended up buying bagful of Shiseido products. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mrs Chong called me while I was shopping at Tangs. I had previously informed her that I am retiring from the tuition industry and had advised her to get Shermaine a new tutor. She had called to request that I continue to teach her daughter because she has learnt a lot from me. Being a soft-hearted person, I gave in and said OK. =\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to meet Joanne at the travel agent after paying for my purchases. She bought a one-way ticket to Perth this time and that means I won't be seeing her for quite a while. =( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to Sun Lik to buy some baking ingredients after leaving Ngee Ann City. Joanne parked her car at the basement carpark opposite the shop while we were there. When we left the place, we were shocked by the horrendously expensive parking fee - $5++ for less than half an hour! Better think thrice before you get that dream car of yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Joanne is intending to get a new laptop so we went to Funan to check out the prices and technical specifications of the various laptops. After visiting a few shops, she finally found what she wanted. She didn't buy it there and then though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To avoid expensive parking at Raffles City, we decided to walk there from Funan. Robinsons was having a sale and as usual, we bought lots of lingerie and sleepwear. =P Had our dinner at Cafe Cartel. Took a while to finish my food because of the enormous serving. By the time I finished my food, it was almost 9PM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Joanne gave me a lift home and I was very grateful to her for that because my feet were sore from all the walking in the day. We had a bit of problem getting to my place though. Both of us were unfamiliar with the roads and almost lost our way. She kept asking me where should she turn and exit but I wasn't too sure as well. Fortunately, we managed to reach my house in the end and she got home safely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is Monday again. Time to go back to work. I am having Monday blues now though it is a Sunday. I am excited about the new things that I will learn at work but I am still not too used to waking up so early in the morning. SiGh~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3544071445397225155?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3544071445397225155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3544071445397225155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3544071445397225155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3544071445397225155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/07/started-work-at-bank-on-1-july.html' title='First week at the bank.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SHIqp_gWmPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SYKt_j2oIzI/s72-c/Copy+of+Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1170453339924555618</id><published>2008-06-27T22:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:26:12.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awas!</title><content type='html'>Was watching rachaelray this afternoon and a book titled "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dangerous_Book_for_Boys"&gt;The Dangerous Book for Boys&lt;/a&gt;" was featured in the show. The book was written to encourage boys to get out of the house and try some outdoor activities instead of playing computer games at home all day long. It covers around eighty topics, including how to build a treehouse, grow a crystal, or tell direction with a watch. Also included are famous quotes, stories, battles, and phrases that "every boy should know." I think that it is an interesting book and if I have a son, I will definitely buy him one though he may injure himself while trying something from the book. I think injuries are part and parcel of childhood and parents should not overreact when their child falls down or knocks into something by accident. He won't learn to walk properly if he doesn't fall down right? Just like he won't appreciate riches if he has not been poor before. But well, I still do not have children of my own yet, so I guess it is still too early to say all these. Who knows, I may change my mind about what I have just said 5 years down the road when I become a mother myself. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale SMS-ed me last night and told me that the 8 July batch will start on 15 July instead. I was hoping that my first day will be postponed too then Sharon SMS-ed me this afternoon to remind me to report to work on time on 1 July and dashed my hopes. That will make me two weeks their senior. =( Feeling a bit 心理不平衡 now. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lazing around the house doing nothing all day except for tuitions in the evening for the entire week but I still feel tired. Gary had been saying that I had been working myself too hard when there was no need for me to do so and I think he is right. I had been working so hard and made myself so tired that no amount of rest will be able to relieve my fatigue completely and I brought this upon myself. With only three more days to go before I NEED to start working hard again, I think it is a bit too late that I only realise this now. SiGh~! Please pray for me. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1170453339924555618?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1170453339924555618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1170453339924555618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1170453339924555618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1170453339924555618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/06/awas.html' title='Awas!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3618501463880343736</id><published>2008-06-23T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:18:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The much anticipated (super short) break has finally arrived!</title><content type='html'>Cancelled 3 out of 4 tuition yesterday because I felt sick when I woke up in the morning. Felt better in the late afternoon so I went to teach Mark in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed HI this morning. All four certificates are in the bag now. The much anticipated (super short) break has finally arrived! Shall devote my precious time to make myself pretty. Am going to do that by sleeping early and masking everyday. =) Just tried the Neutrogena T&amp;amp;U mask and found it really good at controlling facial sebum. The oil-free effect lasted for quite awhile. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around Suntec City with mommy after my HI examination. Bought a few towels from Aussino and a tunic from Mango. Bought a lot of clothes from Mango recently because of their end-of-season sale. Spent too much money there. Feeling a bit poor and damn guilty now. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training will start on 1 July. Finally it is coming. Looking forward to that. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3618501463880343736?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3618501463880343736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3618501463880343736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3618501463880343736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3618501463880343736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-anticipated-super-short-break-has.html' title='The much anticipated (super short) break has finally arrived!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-2000620359554825027</id><published>2008-06-21T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:11:50.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just doesn't feel the same anymore...</title><content type='html'>Took the CMFAS M8 examination yesterday morning. Met Dale and Hui Jun who were also taking the same examination at the same time slot. We were among the first few to come out of the examination room and all three of us passed. Isn't that amazing? =D Went to have coffee together at Starbucks after the examination and chatted for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for tuition because of the coffee break. Didn't really wanna go for tuition but went anyway because of the money. I hate myself now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus asked me out for a movie last night. The way he asked me was exactly the same way he did one year ago but when we were out that night, the feeling was totally different. Though we both tried to be natural with each other, it still felt awkward to go out with him again. I think I was the one who was being very formal with him and thus caused the awkwardness. I spoilt the whole evening. SiGh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan got a new tutor to replace me. The reason being him not able to concentrate because I am too pretty. I really don't know what to say when he told me that. Is it wrong to be pretty? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Wei Qi today. We went to the Kwan Yin Temple in Bugis to pray first. Took a bus from Bugis Street to East Coast Road after that. Went to Aston's for dinner. There was already a long queue outside the shop when we arrived. Took a while for us to get a seat there and for them to serve us our dinner but we had a satisfying dinner so it was all worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Parkway Parade after dinner. Went to the Mango end-of-season sale at Isetan and bought two tops. Security was very tight there. All the shoppers need to have their bags fastened with fasteners before they could enter. Fasteners would only be cut when payment was made or when the shoppers exit the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave Wei Qi a tour of the shopping centre after leaving Isetan because it was the first time she was there. Had ice-cream at Scoopz before we left. Scoopz's ice-cream is delicious! Still my favourite after all these years. Yummy! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four tuition scheduled tomorrow. I am tired. I wanna quit tuition. SiGh~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-2000620359554825027?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/2000620359554825027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=2000620359554825027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2000620359554825027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2000620359554825027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/06/took-cmfas-m8-examination-yesterday.html' title='It just doesn&apos;t feel the same anymore...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6580482979169299121</id><published>2008-06-16T22:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:20:17.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after final year examinations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had dinner with my ex-colleagues from UOB at Wheelock Place's NYDC last Wednesday evening. The gathering was amazingly fun though there were only six of us (Kenny, Ian, Isaac, Wei Lin, Eugena and I). Dinner started at about 730PM and ended at around 1030PM. After dinner, we took a leisurely walk to Somerset together before parting ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212494947758419138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaAibqorMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/M4dvZI7Fkww/s320/2008_0611ExUob0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sister Kenny... &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212494916331661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaAgml6aZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/n2t1e4pCJM8/s320/2008_0611ExUob0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and his gay partner, sister Ian. Oops! =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212495046013483618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaAoJsd-mI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ON7jIaPyN7I/s320/2008_0611ExUob0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sadako!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212495074572689266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaAp0Fg33I/AAAAAAAAAgw/mgc5Glg0vEk/s320/2008_0611ExUob0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nahz. Its Eugena and Kenny. Smile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212495079572425410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaAqGtiysI/AAAAAAAAAg4/DQm9L2RcUyM/s320/2008_0611ExUob0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ian, Wei Lin and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212497462186133810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaC0yo6yTI/AAAAAAAAAhA/MpQ7xN7ugYU/s320/2008_0611ExUob0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The guys...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212497479546854930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaC1zUCXhI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zXL_SV_Hmik/s320/2008_0611ExUob0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and the girls. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212497485285187858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaC2IsKYRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CpWYlz4IZ4g/s320/2008_0611ExUob0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where is Ian?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499747671268066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaE50vCWuI/AAAAAAAAAiI/8J-2UpOtQnk/s320/2008_0611ExUob0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, there he is. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Miss all the them. =( Hope to see everyone soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Took the CMFAS M5 examination at SCI last Friday morning. I woke up at 4AM to study for the examination, thinking that it was scheduled at 11AM. I only realised that the examination was to start at 9AM when I was checking my organiser for the day's appointments at 730AM. When I realised that fact, I quickly packed up and rushed out of the house. Managed to finish all the questions in an hour and passed. Thank god. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had dinner with Jonathan Sim at Velocity's Fish &amp;amp; Co in the evening. He shared some of his experiences as an accountant with me and we had a good time laughing at each other. After dinner, we went to Spinelli for a cuppa coffee and continued our nonsense there. Left the place at around 11PM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went shopping in town after teaching Shan in Balestier last Saturday. Bought a total of 3 pairs of heels from Far East Plaza, a bag from Robinsons and two tubes of hand cream from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer. It was super crowded at Robinsons because it was having a sale; GST was absorbed for all the items sold at the departmental store. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday was Shu Yan's wedding day. Supposed to tutor two students in Marsiling but I postponed them because I was too lazy to travel from Yishun to Marsiling after lunch. =X Stayed around at 二伯's house for a while before going home to prepare myself for the wedding dinner in the evening. The wedding banquet was held at the Antica ballroom in Orchard Parade Hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212497491931876002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaC2hc2yqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3YfmYNoyyz4/s320/P6150220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sis and I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212497506686413186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaC3YanKYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GbK052Nr97s/s320/P6150221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy and her two pretty daughters. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499708948496706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaE3kezwUI/AAAAAAAAAho/y4NivEfxKvk/s320/P6150225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shu Yan and her husband, Chee Leong cutting their wedding cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499722590019266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaE4XTM3sI/AAAAAAAAAhw/o1D1BO3JIeo/s320/P6150229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Champagne and bubbles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499732825218754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaE49bdnsI/AAAAAAAAAh4/drsO6A7YX9k/s320/P6150235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The toasting ceremony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212499742972649362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaE5jOzH5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/E_axhw90COY/s320/P6150237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group photo with the bride and groom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stayed at home to study for the CMFAS M9 examination the whole afternoon. Was a bit late for the examination this evening. It just begun when I reached SCI. Fortunately I managed to finish the examination within the given time frame and passed. Thank god again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saw Vinci selling credit cards for ABN AMRO at Suntec City on my way to SCI. I doubt he saw me though. Didn't get to say Hi to him 'coz I was running late for the examination. Saw my cousin, Shun Hui at Suntec City after the examination too. He was with a girl. Scandalous. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Paid the credit card bill just now and realised that my account balance is running low. I better stop shopping before I get my pay next month. SiGh~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6580482979169299121?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6580482979169299121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6580482979169299121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6580482979169299121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6580482979169299121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-dinner-with-my-ex-colleagues-from.html' title='Life after final year examinations...'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/SFaAibqorMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/M4dvZI7Fkww/s72-c/2008_0611ExUob0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3571880172476964278</id><published>2008-06-10T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:25:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小女人的日记</title><content type='html'>Finally got to go out with Gary last Saturday. The plan had already been kept in view for a few months and I was over the moon when he told me on Friday night that we can finally have dinner together. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me to the Sushi Tei at Paragon for dinner. The restaurant was full when we went there so he left his contact number for the staff to call us when there are available seats while we go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Sony to look around. We were looking at camcorders when the salesman came. The blur salesman mistook us to be a married couple and recommended a camcorder with night vision so that we can bring our kids to the night safari. He even recommended an LCD TV for our bedroom. -_- Gary and I didn't correct him though. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Marks &amp;amp; Spencer. Nothing much to buy there so we left after rounding the store once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Toys'R'us after that because he wanted to look at the helicopters. While we were looking at the helicopters, the staff at Sushi Tei called to say that the seats are ready. The poor boy was famished because he missed his lunch and so we hurried to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to order sea urchin sashimi but changed his mind when he realised that I have not tried the "delicacy" before and do not dare to eat it. I wanted him to order anything that he wanted to eat but he said that he will not enjoy eating the sea urchin sashimi if I do not like it. Awww, so sweet! He really wanted me to try the sea urchin so he changed the order to two sea urchin sushi so that we each can have one. Other than the sea urchin sushi, we ordered a plate of gyozas, a BBQ squid, an ebi don for him and a bowl of curry udon for me. It took me a while to muster up enough courage to try the sea urchin sushi. He looked at me as I tasted the sea urchin and knew immediately from my expression that I don't really like it. He asked if I was OK and I said I am not worried because if anything happened to me, he could save me. =P The bowl of curry udon was enormous and I couldn't finish everything. In the end, I had to waste food. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch a movie at Cineleisure after dinner but all the shows except those showing after midnight were sold out. He was uber sweet to offer to watch a movie with me at Causeway Point if I really wanted to watch a movie so that it would be easier for me to go home after the show. I know he had to work the next day and I didn't want to keep him up with me, so I said there were none I really wanna watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of watching a movie, we went back to Paragon to have coffee at Coffee Bean. We had a good time talking and joking with each other there. He was really humourous and I really enjoyed talking to him. The conversation would have gone on forever if we didn't have to go home. =) That was the first time he concentrated on talking to me and not reading his medical journals at the same time. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the coffee break, I asked if he needed to go home and rest since he had to work the next day. I was surprised that he wanted to continue walking with me and said he was OK because he had plenty of time to rest the next day. So, we took a walk together until we reach Tangs, where we realised that there wasn't much to see at that time. He asked if I want to go home early and I said OK. As I was approaching the escalator, he suddenly remembered that Borders only closes at midnight on weekends and suggested that we go and walk around there. I agreed and we went to Borders. He is a big fan of Jamie Oliver and we spent some time browsing his cookbooks. It is hard to find a guy who enjoys cooking as much as Gary does nowadays. He is one rare gem. =) Then we went to the Children's section and reminisced our childhood memories. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late and he said we need to go. He took the train with me to Toa Payoh where we said our goodbyes and I continued my journey home from there. I did not expect him to take the train with me because it is more convenient for him to go home by a direct bus service from Orchard Road than to take the train and transfer bus. I was touched. =) He said he will see me again but I wonder when will that be. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my last paper, Auditing this morning and that marks the end of my final year examinations. However, that was not the end of the day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to Raffles Place after the paper. Wanted to eat at Five by Aromas where Jason works at but it was super crowded and I had no time to wait for a seat there, so I just said Hi to Jason and left. Went to the hawker centre at Market Street to eat nasi lemak instead. It was very difficult to find a place to sit at the hawker centre too. Almost all the empty seats were taken up by packets of tissue paper. Though I have heard of people "chopping" seats using packets of tissue paper but it was the first time I saw people doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial started at 2PM. Mingled with the other personal financial consultants and found out that I am the only one in the group to report on 1 July while the rest of them only need to report on 8 July. There is only one other person in the tutorial group who will report to work on the same day as I do but she is a mobile banking executive. SiGh~! Why like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec City after the tutorial to meet Daphne for dinner. We had our dinner at KFC, where we met Andy. He joined us for dinner and left shortly after he had finished his food. After dinner, Daphne and I went to Carrefour to buy a hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to City Hall MRT station, the blister on my foot burst and I was bleeding. I endured the pain and continued to walk till I reach the MRT station. Took a train to Marina Bay so that I can get a seat on the train and managed to limp home in my killer heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining when I reached Admiralty. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to bring an umbrella with me when I came out this morning, so I called home and asked mommy to come and pick me up from the MRT station. However, she said that it was not raining and asked me to come home myself, which I did. Needless to say, I was drenched. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting the dudes and dudess from UOB tomorrow. Haven't seen all of them in a while. Looking forward to seeing them again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a tiring day for me today. I need to rest. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3571880172476964278?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3571880172476964278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3571880172476964278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3571880172476964278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3571880172476964278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='小女人的日记'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3324605153345496983</id><published>2008-04-25T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:33:20.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclusion notice.</title><content type='html'>To my dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in reclusion for the next two months to prepare for my upcoming examinations. Please accept my apologies for my inability to meet up with you girls for such a long period of time. I know you will miss me but rest assured that I will definitely find time to meet all of you after I clear all the papers. ;) Let us use this period of time to prepare for GSS, OK? Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Irene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3324605153345496983?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3324605153345496983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3324605153345496983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3324605153345496983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3324605153345496983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/04/reclusion-notice.html' title='Reclusion notice.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-121876831621461206</id><published>2008-04-24T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:14:58.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I landed my first permanent full-time job.</title><content type='html'>Went for an interview at one of the three local banks today. The interview wasn't easy but I am glad I made it through and was made an offer on the spot. The offer was considered not bad so I decided to accept it. They had the contract prepared for me on the same day and I had signed it. Will start work on 1 July 2008 but before that happens, I have to make sure that I pass my final year examinations without glitch and obtain another four certificates from SCI. Time to hit the books again. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-121876831621461206?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/121876831621461206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=121876831621461206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/121876831621461206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/121876831621461206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-i-landed-my-first-permanent-full.html' title='The day I landed my first permanent full-time job.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7707854465116173393</id><published>2008-04-17T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:28:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Boleyn Girl.</title><content type='html'>Met Daphne to watch The Other Boleyn Girl with her today. I was very punctual today but she was late because her lecture ended late. While waiting for her to come, I had my lunch at Quickbite which is located at the basement of The Cathay. I had an original lover value meal ($4.30) which is rice with 4 original yakitori sticks. It was very filling but nothing else to rave about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daphne arrived, we went to MacDonald's at Plaza Singapura for her lunch. After she was done, we shopped around Plaza Singapura for a while before going back to The Cathay to watch the movie. As we had just been to Plaza Singapura last Thursday, nothing caught our eye and we did not get anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I watched a movie at The Cathay and I really liked the place. The Other Boleyn Girl was a great movie and I highly recommend all girls to watch it. I agree with what Anne Boleyn said about love and guys to a large extent though I do not totally agree with her. Natalie Portman and Scarlett Johannsson really portrayed the characters (Anne and Mary Boleyn respectively) very well. The movie was easy to follow and it was not difficult to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we took a train to City Hall. We dropped by Agnes B at Raffles City first to collect Daphne's belt. Then we walked to Marina Square via Citylink Mall. We passed by Surfer Girl on the way and went in to take a look. I bought a white skirt and the retail assistant gave me a Surfer Girl notebook which is quite cute. We went straight to Diva when we reached Marina Square. At Diva, I bought a pearl head band and a pair of big gold coloured earrings. From Marina Square, we walked to Carrefour at Suntec City because Daphne wanted to buy ice-cream. She even brought a cooler bag to prevent the ice-cream from melting before she reaches home! After we have paid for our purchases at Carrefour, we went to Puteri Mas to buy durian puffs. The durian puffs from Puteri Mas are delicious and I love them! Daphne and I went separate ways after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, two Indian men who sat opposite me kept looking at me and I don't know what they were looking at! Not only were they looking at me, they were talking about me 'coz they kept pointing their fingers at me while they talked! They alighted at the same stop as I did and I had to run home again to prevent them from following me. Why am I always running away from perverts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7707854465116173393?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7707854465116173393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7707854465116173393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7707854465116173393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7707854465116173393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/04/other-boleyn-girl.html' title='The Other Boleyn Girl.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7398624338692685632</id><published>2008-04-09T14:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:42:04.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't blame us for staying up late. We are forced to.</title><content type='html'>I have a problem with sleeping early and I know why now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all schools should read this and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why... yawn... the school day starts too early&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CNA 02 April 2008 0812 hrs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS: Scientists have confirmed what parents of teenagers have always suspected: adolescents are out of sync with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most teens probably don't get enough sleep and suffer in their school work because their internal clocks make them night owls, according to a study published Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researchers in Australia showed the average teenager misses more than an hour of sleep each night and is forced to wake up 2.5 hours earlier than his or her natural rhythms would dictate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school students with a late-night "circadian preference," as the biologically-driven cycle is called, reported doing more poorly in school, and feeling more frequently depressed and unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For all people, there is a genetic disposition to being either a 'morning lark' or a 'night owl'," explained lead author Suzanne Warner, a professor at Swineburne University of Technology in Hawthorn, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when hormonal changes kick in at the start of adolescence, she told AFP, young people start to stay up later and -- given the chance -- wake up later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the students in the study were such "evening persons," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teenagers find that they are most alert in the evening and do not feel sleepy until later, and so find it difficult to get enough sleep during school term," she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is melatonin, a hormone that signals to the body that it needs rest and sleep. In teenagers entering puberty, it is released later and later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also environmental factors that contribute to the problem, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambient light tends to minimize the amount of melatonin secreted, and the constant use of computers could keep adolescents up past their natural bedtime, even after lights are turned out. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing parents can do is to lower the lights, and switch off computers and televisions an hour before bedtime," advised Warner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the study, Warner and two colleagues compared the sleep patterns of 310 students during a school term and while they were on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas the adolescents slept more than nine hours during the school breaks, they averaged less than eight hours when hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Night owls" were more likely than "morning larks" to have negative attitudes about themselves, to express feelings of unhappiness and voice irritation with their classmates, according to the study, published in the Netherlands-based Journal of Adolescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also complained of low energy and "impaired" daytime functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For classes that start before 9:00 a.m., we have to question whether the students are going to be alert and able to learn," said Warner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous research has shown that nine hours is the optimal amount of sleep time for teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circadian clocks are found in organisms ranging from bacteria to human beings, and impose a roughly 24-hour schedule on our activities, such as sleeping and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanism controlling these rhythms is found in individual neurons located in the suprachiasmatic nuclei inside the brain. Scientists have identified at least one gene that determines whether one's "clock" will be naturally set for early or late rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same process is involved in jet lag, Warner points out. "You could say that a lot of young people feel quite jetlagged coming into the school term -- it is a very similar feeling," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents should rethink a tendency to let adolescents set their own bedtime schedule, she added. - AFP/ac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7398624338692685632?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7398624338692685632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7398624338692685632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7398624338692685632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7398624338692685632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-blame-us-for-staying-up-late-we.html' title='Don&apos;t blame us for staying up late. We are forced to.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5919508942834635151</id><published>2008-04-08T13:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:06:30.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng Chok's and Hui Jun's birthday party at SAF Changi Chalet</title><content type='html'>Attended Eng Chok's and Hui Jun's birthday party at SAF Changi Chalet on 5 April, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most of the invited guests are their paternal relatives who are also daddy's friends. Though they are daddy's friends, I do not know most of them. As a result, I was mistaken to be the birthday girl and I had to keep telling people that I am my daddy's daughter to clarify. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hui Jun's cousin, Hui Zhen came to talk to me too. I had been to her house when I was a child and she was really nice to me. I remembered that she taught me how to colour a picture using different tones of the same colour to give the picture a lighting effect and we had a good time colouring pictures together. She even gave me a colouring book when I was leaving. I was surprised that she still remembers me though it had been many years since I last saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were at the party till about 1130PM because 二姨 and her family only came at 11PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186753348281825170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R_sMsI3n95I/AAAAAAAAAfs/H0P7OhK4EV8/s320/P1100797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sis and I feasting on the buffet spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186753356871759778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R_sMso3n96I/AAAAAAAAAf0/djuOuzQz4G4/s320/Copy+of+05042008453edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing better to do so we take photos. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186753361166727090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R_sMs43n97I/AAAAAAAAAf8/814LdEOubUY/s320/P1100829.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The family photo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had to teach 4 students the next day and by the time I was done, I was dead beat. I started with Andy in Marsiling at 11AM, then it was Serena in Yishun at 2PM, Benjamin 430PM and finally Shan in Balestier at 630PM. I only managed to eat a burger for dinner at 9PM. It was a marathon but I was glad I managed to finish the race at the end of the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Though tired, I was happy because Andy's mother called me in the morning to inform me that she will pay the agent's commission for me and I get to keep the whole month's tuition fees. I am really grateful to her for that because that means that I have more money to spend on my favourite hobby, shopping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went shopping alone in town yesterday. Bought a baby pink halter polo top at Mango and a pair of bright orange shorts at Forever 21. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186765610413455314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R_sX143n99I/AAAAAAAAAgM/_RWNmVT8t3M/s320/47670541-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bright orange shorts from Forever 21. (Picture taken from &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;http://www.forever21.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The retail therapy trip really made me feel better. It had been too long. The shopping queen in me is making a comeback! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5919508942834635151?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5919508942834635151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5919508942834635151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5919508942834635151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5919508942834635151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/04/eng-choks-and-hui-juns-birthday-party.html' title='Eng Chok&apos;s and Hui Jun&apos;s birthday party at SAF Changi Chalet'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R_sMsI3n95I/AAAAAAAAAfs/H0P7OhK4EV8/s72-c/P1100797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4140139230994990933</id><published>2008-04-04T15:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:45:25.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light = end of tunnel? I beg to differ.</title><content type='html'>I had seen a light at the "end" of the tunnel many times but each time I reach the source of the light, it turned out to be just a light coming from a torch and not the light I had expected which is supposed to come from the exit of the tunnel. All these false hopes are driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever get out of this damn tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This post is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; referring to my relationship with my love interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4140139230994990933?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4140139230994990933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4140139230994990933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4140139230994990933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4140139230994990933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-end-of-tunnel-i-beg-to-differ.html' title='Light = end of tunnel? I beg to differ.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-2455894178489704850</id><published>2008-03-15T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:35:51.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>理财有方</title><content type='html'>I was watching 理财有方 on Channel 8 just now and 郭亮 interviewed a Malay family whose monthly household income was only $700. The family had 6 children but they spent only $10 for three days of food for the whole family ($100/month), $200 for other household expenses, $100 to support the husband's smoking habit and still managed to save $300 a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips from the family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;List out all expenses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No luxury items (these include tidbits and eating out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I was impressed. They are my 偶像 now. I must learn from them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-2455894178489704850?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/2455894178489704850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=2455894178489704850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2455894178489704850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2455894178489704850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_15.html' title='理财有方'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5232221563932871055</id><published>2008-03-09T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:33:37.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>专属白衣天使</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;南丁格尔誓言﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;余谨以至诚&lt;br /&gt;于上帝及会众面前宣，&lt;br /&gt;终身纯洁，忠贞职守&lt;br /&gt;尽力提高护理专业标准，&lt;br /&gt;勿为有损之事，&lt;br /&gt;勿取服或故用有害之药，&lt;br /&gt;慎守病人及家务之秘密，&lt;br /&gt;竭诚协助医师之诊治，&lt;br /&gt;务谋病者之福利。&lt;br /&gt;谨 誓&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然没有办法在医院里当协助他诊治病患的护士，但我希望在他生病的时候可以成为他的贴身看护，细心地照顾他，直到他痊愈。除此之外，我也希望可以成为协助他料理家务事的贤内助，让他可以安心地上班，不必担心家里的琐事。为了他，我不介意当一个幸福的小女人。=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5232221563932871055?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5232221563932871055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5232221563932871055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5232221563932871055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5232221563932871055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='专属白衣天使'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7531948977462720624</id><published>2008-03-06T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:10:55.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls day out.</title><content type='html'>Met up with Daphne in town this afternoon. We went to the Topshop at Wisma Atria first 'coz Daphne got a Topshop gift card from her friends and it is going to expire soon. Then we went up to food republic to have our lunch. I ate the 剪刀剪 Hainanese curry rice. I ordered a set meal (set A, $3.80) which has a small piece of pork cutlet, some cabbages, 扣肉, a fried egg and some rice. The curry was not too spicy but it was still delicious. I like their chilli paste best. Curry leaves were added to the chilli paste and it has a very nice curry taste. I find it very special. It is so nice I feel like eating it again. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Starbucks at Wheelock Place to eat muffins because Daphne was still not full. She showed me photographs and videos of her nephew. The lucky kid wears branded goods from top to bottom. Kids nowadays are so fotunate. When I was a little girl, my clothes were mostly bought from the small shops at the marketplace because mommy thinks that there is no point in buying expensive and good quality apparels since kids grow out of their clothes very fast. I agree with her on that but I will still buy the cute little adidas sport shoes for my baby when I have one. HeE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around Isetan Scotts and Tangs after that but didn't find anything we like. Went to Takashimaya and I bought a black nightdress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne needed to get a new strap for her Swatch so we went to the Swatch outlet at Heeren. While she was choosing a strap, I spotted Adam Chan in the shop. After a while, Daphne spotted him too. She came to me and commented that Adam Chan is not good looking in person and he was just behind us when she said that! I hope he didn't hear us. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Daphne got the new strap fixed to her watch, we went to Centrepoint. While we were shopping at GAP, she suddenly realised that she had left her bottle at the Swatch outlet. We went back to the outlet but the sales assistant had thrown the bottle away. I thought that was bad service. They should at least keep the bottle in the shop for at least a day before regarding it as unwanted then throw it away. Daphne was so mad with the sales assistant that she thanked him sarcarstically for throwing her bottle away. We had to go to Plaza Singapura to buy a similar bottle from Daiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the bottle, it was time for us to go. We will be meeting again next Tuesday to watch the local production, The Leap Years. It was so sweet of her to offer to watch it with me again though she has already watched it before. Love my sweet girl friend to bits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7531948977462720624?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7531948977462720624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7531948977462720624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7531948977462720624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7531948977462720624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls day out.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6454092411197328084</id><published>2008-02-26T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:14:28.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Daphne at Miss Clarity Cafe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lunched with Daphne at &lt;a href="http://www.missclaritycafe.com/"&gt;Miss Clarity Cafe&lt;/a&gt; this afternoon. The food there is really cheap and good! I ordered a Fish Cordon Bleu set lunch and Daphne had a Seafood Vongole set lunch. Their set lunch comes with a soup/salad, a drink and a dessert. The soup of the day was cream of corn with chicken shreds and the dessert of the day was strawberry ice-cream. Wanna guess how much is each set lunch? Alright, I can hear Jia Rui say no. The answer is... $9.80 NETT per set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171294603004246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R8QhCvD2e2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/ogfX-ApF_n8/s320/26022008388.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Fish Cordon Bleu. Yummy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The portion is really big. Very filling. Though it is only $9.80 a set, quality is not compromised. Inside the crispy breadcrumbs are pieces of fresh succulent fish fillet. Sandwiched between the breaded fish fillet is a piece of ham and melted cheese. Oh, I love the cheese! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service there is not that good though. The waitress had a black face when we went this afternoon and she was slow in taking our orders. Both Daphne and I think that the waitress wasn't in a good mood because there was no service charge. HaHa~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely go back there again for the delicious food. Hopefully I can still go there again with Daphne, just like today. I am happy to be able to give her advices which she finds to be useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne, thank you for asking me out today. Though it was only a short lunch meet, I really enjoyed myself. Hope to see you again soon. Love you always! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171294598709279570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R8QhCfD2e1I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1igAvHtOMgA/s320/26022008389edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6454092411197328084?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6454092411197328084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6454092411197328084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6454092411197328084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6454092411197328084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/02/lunch-with-daphne-at-miss-clarity-cafe.html' title='Lunch with Daphne at Miss Clarity Cafe.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R8QhCvD2e2I/AAAAAAAAAfk/ogfX-ApF_n8/s72-c/26022008388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1038525142824578230</id><published>2008-02-25T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:00:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think before you act.</title><content type='html'>Once there lived an old priest in a small village. The old priest had a cat. The cat roamed around freely in the church. The old priest found the cat to be a distraction to the followers so he used a string to tie it up whenever there was a service. Then, the old priest died of old age, but people continued to tie his cat up whenever there was a service. Then, the cat died, but people found another cat and tied it up whenever there was a service. They thought that tying a cat up during a service is a ceremonial practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people just follow blindly without understanding the rationale behind an action. We ought to think before we act, else we may end up doing something that is totally unneccesary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1038525142824578230?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1038525142824578230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1038525142824578230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1038525142824578230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1038525142824578230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/02/think-before-you-act.html' title='Think before you act.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3018378993956611256</id><published>2008-02-19T21:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:03:05.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You will be missed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dear friend, Joanne Sam is going back to Perth tomorrow for honours year. She will be reunited with her beloved boyfriend but she is leaving me. SoBz~! I am happy for her though. She is going back to a place where she will feel loved and treasured. Thus, I give her my blessings and wish her happiness always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joanne, I will miss you when you are back in Perth. Miss all the good times we had while you were in Singapore. We have grown so much closer this holiday that I really can't bear to let you leave again so soon. But alas, all good things must come to an end. I only hope for you to come back home again soon. I'll look forward to your next homecoming so that we can spend quality time together again. Till then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168688193510734658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R7rehvD2e0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/CH2lcNdZJAU/s320/2(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When will we have another outing like this again?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3018378993956611256?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3018378993956611256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3018378993956611256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3018378993956611256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3018378993956611256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-will-miss-you.html' title='You will be missed!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R7rehvD2e0I/AAAAAAAAAfU/CH2lcNdZJAU/s72-c/2(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4369393336454533505</id><published>2008-02-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:17:56.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>鼠年行大运!</title><content type='html'>今天是农历新年除夕，也是猪年的最后一天。再过大约两小时我们就要送走金猪，迎接鼠年的到来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;猪年对我来说是一个艰辛难过的一年。很多事情都不顺心。事业和学业是如此。爱情也是如此。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望迎来鼠年能带给我多些好运，让我能够在今年顺利毕业，然后顺利地找到一份好工作。也希望能在鼠年里和自己所爱的人有情人终成眷属。=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，我祝贺各位阅读本部落格的朋友们新年快乐，万事如意，鼠年行大运！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4369393336454533505?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4369393336454533505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4369393336454533505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4369393336454533505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4369393336454533505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='鼠年行大运!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-3652395142339022930</id><published>2008-01-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:39:52.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok (06-01-2008 - 10-01-2008)</title><content type='html'>Back from Bangkok! It was super fun! Lotsa cheap and nice things to buy there! For a shopaholic like me, Bangkok is heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changi Airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IiQwEikrI/AAAAAAAAALg/tc7tw49X48M/s1600-h/P1050001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157222194469835442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IiQwEikrI/AAAAAAAAALg/tc7tw49X48M/s320/P1050001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IdigEikYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vROWjhS1ijk/s1600-h/P1060003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157222486527611586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IihwEiksI/AAAAAAAAALo/rX3nRBqnszc/s320/n507858160_370224_1916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suvarnabhumi Airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157217001854374274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IdigEikYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vROWjhS1ijk/s320/P1060003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IdiwEikZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yVMm6iS9gaM/s1600-h/n507858160_370231_4107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157217006149341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IdiwEikZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/yVMm6iS9gaM/s320/n507858160_370231_4107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IdiwEikaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/g_Ayte7FbWI/s1600-h/n507858160_370232_4421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157217006149341602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IdiwEikaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/g_Ayte7FbWI/s320/n507858160_370232_4421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner at Big C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157221240987095650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IhZQEikmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/C80zleYx7JE/s320/n507858160_370234_5135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157221240987095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IhZQEiknI/AAAAAAAAALA/4-35D-AuJII/s320/n507858160_370235_5528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157221245282062978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IhZgEikoI/AAAAAAAAALI/HbrGCF26Pwo/s320/n507858160_370236_5843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giant Yakult and Mr Donuts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157221245282062994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IhZgEikpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/wlgrRMyw7N0/s320/n507858160_370239_6875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157221249577030306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IhZwEikqI/AAAAAAAAALY/eaSNy6bcVRU/s320/n507858160_370240_7202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siam Paragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157218535157698994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Ie7wEikbI/AAAAAAAAAJg/IAmbP4JRd6Q/s320/P1070004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157218543747633602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Ie8QEikcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ek3fXPyjP8k/s320/P1070005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On our way to Erawan Shrine, we were approached by a caucasian man on the sky walk. He asked if we were lost. Out of courtesy, I just asked him if we were walking in the correct direction to Erawan Shrine. After he gave us directions, I thanked him and wanted to leave. He stopped us again, asked us for our names and offerred to give us his mobile number in case we get lost again but we turned him down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erawan Shrine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157218548042600914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Ie8gEikdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PODIugc4B94/s320/P1070006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157218560927502818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Ie9QEikeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TVvU2aLtfiQ/s320/P1070007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157218569517437426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Ie9wEikfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XOYVEYkEXBY/s320/P1070008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157220012626448898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IgRwEikgI/AAAAAAAAAKI/SvHzOqMsiQA/s320/P1070009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157220016921416210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IgSAEikhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/teID1meO7_w/s320/P1070010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157220016921416226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IgSAEikiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qouBA80EVZE/s320/n507858160_370271_615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157220025511350834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IgSgEikjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sw2FtPplpoM/s320/n507858160_370273_1375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157220029806318146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IgSwEikkI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-cJSwmwyFdc/s320/n507858160_370276_2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585608832619218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NsyQEiktI/AAAAAAAAALw/cxJnbpp2U9Q/s320/P1070011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585613127586530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NsygEikuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mIurcjmDSEw/s320/P1070012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585617422553842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NsywEikvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uGRSdqhKob4/s320/P1070013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LV store at Gaysorn Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585626012488450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NszQEikwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lg3QLzjH7aI/s320/P1070018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Central World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585638897390354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Ns0AEikxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5A-_a5HuWkA/s320/P1070017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157587193675551538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NuOgEikzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/X9k7MeULRsQ/s320/P1070019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158198582270137202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WaSAEik3I/AAAAAAAAANA/mAwJ0aPcxEw/s320/n507858160_370278_3395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158198586565104514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WaSQEik4I/AAAAAAAAANI/2JVp9O2bT0U/s320/n507858160_370280_4115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158198586565104530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WaSQEik5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/R5Oh2rq-idU/s320/n507858160_370291_6418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158198586565104546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WaSQEik6I/AAAAAAAAANY/__2Vwn44I94/s320/n507858160_370292_6965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158198590860071858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WaSgEik7I/AAAAAAAAANg/Fk58G9Q-6fE/s320/n507858160_370293_7294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158200630969537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WcJQEik9I/AAAAAAAAANw/ZzxZXSw0DPM/s320/n507858160_370298_8868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157587202265486146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NuPAEik0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/IOcNdq5wNUg/s320/P1070020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157587206560453458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NuPQEik1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/So28lskZWd8/s320/P1070021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157587210855420770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5NuPgEik2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/aZjklT2Jamk/s320/P1070023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MBK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158200626674570178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WcJAEik8I/AAAAAAAAANo/nxAQS5xKxRs/s320/P1070025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158200635264504802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WcJgEik-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/W1IqCGLN_cI/s320/P1070026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158200639559472114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WcJwEik_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/z6uJ3mg9xTw/s320/P1070027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158200639559472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WcJwEilAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/VuWeT6zhNNI/s320/n507858160_370313_3699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158202529345082386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Wd3wEilBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/bC72p0N81K0/s320/n507858160_370316_4810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158202537935016994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Wd4QEilCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p-lS9AYh_A8/s320/P1070028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158202550819918898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Wd5AEilDI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WcMn9qi5Cdc/s320/P1070029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim Thompson House Museum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158202555114886210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Wd5QEilEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NDFHVQSQD4o/s320/P1080086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158202559409853522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5Wd5gEilFI/AAAAAAAAAOw/6H3iFsqUQIc/s320/P1080088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158205132095263842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WgPQEilGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AxcHYXYJgPc/s320/P1080087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158205136390231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WgPgEilHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BDYNIc4OIQE/s320/P1080030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158205136390231170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WgPgEilII/AAAAAAAAAPI/58l7EwCI4c4/s320/n507858160_370320_6086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158205140685198482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WgPwEilJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kzJlLc5VunI/s320/n507858160_370322_7042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158205140685198498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5WgPwEilKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wFFiRHL1AkM/s320/n507858160_370321_6413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158322590860874930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YLEQEilLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/o4lSXGUog5g/s320/P1080031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158322603745776834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YLFAEilMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WN_8W3I8tKE/s320/P1080036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158322620925646034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YLGAEilNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uHt8AGeHau0/s320/P1080032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158322646695449826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YLHgEilOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XqZORxSNH2c/s320/P1080038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158322655285384434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YLIAEilPI/AAAAAAAAARA/pcG3BrkGQ9I/s320/P1080037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158326258762945794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YOZwEilQI/AAAAAAAAARI/IQSbVC2B0Ck/s320/P1080039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158326271647847698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YOagEilRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YmUsqLd-76c/s320/P1080040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158326275942815010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YOawEilSI/AAAAAAAAARY/7B5syO_Fsgw/s320/n507858160_370334_1329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158326284532749618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YObQEilTI/AAAAAAAAARg/3sMCSUJZENs/s320/P1080043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158546830219160562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bXAsxuK_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/th6cDXwTmjg/s320/P1080070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158546851693997074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bXB8xuLBI/AAAAAAAAATg/JEhwumCyNCI/s320/P1080073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158546843104062466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bXBcxuLAI/AAAAAAAAATY/MBmaCj2hwpk/s320/P1080071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158541835172195218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bSd8xuK5I/AAAAAAAAASg/rw3s1b3BL9o/s320/P1080068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158550051444632610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bZ8MxuLCI/AAAAAAAAATo/TF9BvdEJHEw/s320/n507858160_370576_6772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158330046924101010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YR2QEilZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Z9BUMUs6jcY/s320/P1080057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158330021154297186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YR0wEilWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/A7iJ5bGn1FU/s320/P1080055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158330025449264498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YR1AEilXI/AAAAAAAAASA/fsh-vKm5-IU/s320/P1080056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158541822287293314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bSdMxuK4I/AAAAAAAAASY/sILcrtvopV0/s320/P1080060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158326288827716930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YObgEilUI/AAAAAAAAARo/mP1_w4VZxuc/s320/P1080044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158330012564362578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YR0QEilVI/AAAAAAAAARw/vvdmr9kh4pM/s320/P1080047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158330038334166402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5YR1wEilYI/AAAAAAAAASI/ByvoP2YIdIU/s320/P1080054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158546813039291346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bW_sxuK9I/AAAAAAAAATA/rakO8E4TkqI/s320/P1080064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158541852352064434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bSe8xuK7I/AAAAAAAAASw/CE2dPZULXCc/s320/P1080065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158541860941999042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bSfcxuK8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lfJl7dTjhfg/s320/P1080066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158546825924193250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bXAcxuK-I/AAAAAAAAATI/zHr7cU6fmHA/s320/P1080067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158550090099338338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bZ-cxuLGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TNNTfIewS80/s320/P1080051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158550077214436418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bZ9sxuLEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/gzac0NTWV4k/s320/P1080050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158550068624501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bZ9MxuLDI/AAAAAAAAATw/wJzwZoeag3E/s320/P1080049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158550085804371026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5bZ-MxuLFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/nbPRrRvcy0k/s320/P1080052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159809052387978354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tS_sxuLHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZMpC4fbrzTA/s320/P1080080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159809060977912962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tTAMxuLII/AAAAAAAAAUY/77FPUxyW5s4/s320/P1080081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159809069567847570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tTAsxuLJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-Y4cD4gUuIk/s320/P1080079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159809073862814882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tTA8xuLKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/nmbRdVHoSZg/s320/P1080082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159809082452749490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tTBcxuLLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CqZArsLo03Q/s320/P1080083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159811650843192514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tVW8xuLMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fE53K8QG4Ic/s320/P1080085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Yum Goong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159823096931036642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tfxMxuLeI/AAAAAAAAAXI/b_BQxVo5GSw/s320/n507858160_370611_9627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baiyoke Sky Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159823096931036626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tfxMxuLdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9N12Ejxzgw8/s320/n507858160_370614_881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159811655138159826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tVXMxuLNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/UPFDrOXZ6Do/s320/P1080092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159811663728094434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tVXsxuLOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/btx55qV3wa4/s320/P1080093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159811668023061746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tVX8xuLPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TC2knaF-enw/s320/P1080094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159811676612996354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tVYcxuLQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/zRwVpVcfZ7E/s320/P1080095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159815215666048274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tYmcxuLRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/XLWfB8YD1X4/s320/Copy+of+P1080096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159815232845917474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tYncxuLSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Tmw0AUZmsls/s320/Copy+of+P1080097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159815245730819378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tYoMxuLTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/DLLLFtBCer4/s320/P1080100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159815254320753986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tYosxuLUI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zY-fkQRXdjc/s320/P1080101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159815262910688594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tYpMxuLVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/QuYiIaa733s/s320/P1080102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159818879273151874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tb7sxuLYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/aAXx8A4D3h4/s320/P1080103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159818874978184562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tb7cxuLXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/t3AnM0vnZg8/s320/n507858160_370654_7485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159818887863086482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tb8MxuLZI/AAAAAAAAAWg/OULDqgnHOVI/s320/Copy+of+P1080104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159818892158053794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tb8cxuLaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ppr6roFE3vg/s320/n507858160_370668_3003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159823092636069298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tfw8xuLbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/dB-7tzh0goo/s320/n507858160_370655_7768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159823092636069314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tfw8xuLcI/AAAAAAAAAW4/ottc9xnt7NI/s320/n507858160_370656_8053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159826369696116226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tivsxuLgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sR7ZFlgAuNQ/s320/n507858160_370696_1935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159818870683217250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tb7MxuLWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/1XMMe-eJ5Mk/s320/P1080113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159823101226003954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tfxcxuLfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ksHqjqy8qH8/s320/n507858160_370690_9972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159826373991083538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tiv8xuLhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/YH5mZ-hN7YU/s320/n507858160_370726_7839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159826373991083554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tiv8xuLiI/AAAAAAAAAXo/d8vb3_70_3E/s320/n507858160_370729_8720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159826382581018162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tiwcxuLjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nUYVq74uJcg/s320/n507858160_370733_9851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159826386875985474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5tiwsxuLkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nCUIHl7qTnY/s320/n507858160_370734_124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Palace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160169133856140946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yafMxuLpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rgN64hMId4E/s320/P1090121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160169151036010146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yagMxuLqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/LdVEQcoQFe4/s320/P1090122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160169155330977458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yagcxuLrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QjgYmwm7FJ4/s320/P1090123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160169163920912066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yag8xuLsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Q-072qRhXqA/s320/P1090124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160169176805813970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yahsxuLtI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-IbsQ7D457E/s320/P1090125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160173656456703714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yemcxuLuI/AAAAAAAAAZE/PRl3m199394/s320/P1090126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160173665046638322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yem8xuLvI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GmgF245P_3k/s320/P1090127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160173669341605634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yenMxuLwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SHnC-L8MIB0/s320/P1090128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160173677931540242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yensxuLxI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1JTLIXsKS9I/s320/P1090129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160173686521474850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yeoMxuLyI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7oeDThV110k/s320/P1090131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160177865524653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yibcxuLzI/AAAAAAAAAZs/DoI0jcMJ0B8/s320/P1090132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160177869819621186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yibsxuL0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/8P3x6SOwau8/s320/P1090133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160177882704523122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yiccxuL3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/kD7bYTb9tfs/s320/n507858160_370777_4348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160177878409555794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yicMxuL1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bXTTkg1YSOk/s320/P1090134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160177882704523106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yiccxuL2I/AAAAAAAAAaE/jidW6QhE-3w/s320/n507858160_370781_5641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160182817621946242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ym7sxuL4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/08PTR5uDqLQ/s320/P1090136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160182821916913554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ym78xuL5I/AAAAAAAAAac/04Sb3eHjkUo/s320/P1090137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160182830506848162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ym8cxuL6I/AAAAAAAAAak/En5iNoOLpG8/s320/P1090140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160182839096782770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ym88xuL7I/AAAAAAAAAas/EEg0i4K8dkI/s320/P1090142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160182843391750082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ym9MxuL8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/vDAYvCCoLsI/s320/P1090143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160188388194529234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yr_8xuL9I/AAAAAAAAAa8/cHljKnT_Gxg/s320/n507858160_371497_5154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160188392489496546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ysAMxuL-I/AAAAAAAAAbE/aWZCq9cg-b8/s320/n507858160_371499_5906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160188396784463858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ysAcxuL_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/mZI_Kn7IJq8/s320/P1090144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160188401079431170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ysAsxuMAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6ZSJys4SfVY/s320/P1090146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160188409669365778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5ysBMxuMBI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UAAvB9RdsLo/s320/Copy+of+P1090145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160198915159371890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5y1ksxuMHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/K6z3EYAhlN4/s320/n507858160_371508_236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160198919454339202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5y1k8xuMII/AAAAAAAAAcU/xULpcsTzx0g/s320/n507858160_371512_1737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Express boat on Chao Prya River&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160193864277831714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yw-sxuMCI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cn9EctpFfZA/s320/P1090147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160193872867766322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yw_MxuMDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/KKhFvb0zm6Y/s320/P1090148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160193877162733634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yw_cxuMEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/xn2A8_aIz6U/s320/P1090150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160193881457700946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yw_sxuMFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/MyT1j3sWfgI/s320/P1090151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160193885752668258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5yw_8xuMGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/iTaihCHTBso/s320/n507858160_371521_5046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner at Nam Sing in Chinatown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162034833289785794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R6M7VMxuMcI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VUKeOpQTtEM/s320/n507858160_372095_9921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162034828994818482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R6M7U8xuMbI/AAAAAAAAAes/QJJf7z-EqC8/s320/n507858160_372094_9651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabbages &amp;amp; Condoms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160886509358690498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58m78xuMMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qtpGYY06Up4/s320/n507858160_372105_2725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160886513653657810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58m8MxuMNI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BoPax6YzwEQ/s320/n507858160_372107_3298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160886517948625122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58m8cxuMOI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iFpav0HcMg8/s320/n507858160_372110_4317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160886526538559730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58m88xuMPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/jEfch4Ue5zg/s320/n507858160_372112_4927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160886526538559746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58m88xuMQI/AAAAAAAAAdU/XcDxMSXabGo/s320/n507858160_372116_6071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160899647663649042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58y4sxuMRI/AAAAAAAAAdc/t8yy3cwCoME/s320/n507858160_372115_5788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160899651958616354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58y48xuMSI/AAAAAAAAAdk/LeKt9eEn0Ew/s320/n507858160_372120_7350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160899651958616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58y48xuMTI/AAAAAAAAAds/P1SvfN7EjNA/s320/n507858160_372128_9741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160899656253583682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58y5MxuMUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/s-FD_Shb7u8/s320/n507858160_372126_9142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160899660548550994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R58y5cxuMVI/AAAAAAAAAd8/zTNJm0L7t0g/s320/n507858160_372128_9741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160903852436631906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R582tcxuMWI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3ClF4HzTZFo/s320/n507858160_372121_7642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160198919454339218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5y1k8xuMJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/HyxLf-RE1do/s320/n507858160_372155_3953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160903856731599218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R582tsxuMXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/OFeBD6L700M/s320/n507858160_372136_2160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160903869616501138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R582ucxuMZI/AAAAAAAAAec/3_lrrXFEgXs/s320/n507858160_372166_7161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160198928044273842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5y1lcxuMLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/zCMPY2JWd3o/s320/n507858160_372172_9128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160903869616501122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R582ucxuMYI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0GwDP9W1ebY/s320/n507858160_372159_5108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160198923749306530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5y1lMxuMKI/AAAAAAAAAck/v88EEegSH_o/s320/n507858160_372160_5525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American breakfast at Samran Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160903873911468450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R582usxuMaI/AAAAAAAAAek/Nh_s42dHlj0/s320/n507858160_372196_5875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that ends our 5 days 4 nights adventure in Bangkok. Definitely going back there again! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-3652395142339022930?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/3652395142339022930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=3652395142339022930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3652395142339022930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/3652395142339022930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/01/bangkok-06-01-2008-10-01-2008.html' title='Bangkok (06-01-2008 - 10-01-2008)'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R5IiQwEikrI/AAAAAAAAALg/tc7tw49X48M/s72-c/P1050001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4406437115844174866</id><published>2008-01-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:50:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't separate us!</title><content type='html'>Went out with Joanne today. I haven't seen her for one whole year! Missed her sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first stop was CJC. Went back to visit our Chemistry teacher, Mrs Toh because Joanne missed her. Saw our home tutor, Mdm Wee too. They didn't change much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151627784818430226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R35CLQEikRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bElyiAwRK-0/s320/03012008277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mrs Toh, Mdm Wee and I outside CJC staff room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other than Mrs Toh and Mdm Wee, we didn't get to see our other teachers. Mr Fahy has went back to Ireland. Mr Chin went to the States to pursue his PhD. Miss Gopal has retired. Mr Chuah has transferred to Innova JC. Mr Tan has resigned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Walked around CJC with Joanne after saying goodbye to our teachers. CJC has changed a lot after we graduated. The PAC, which took forever to build, was finally completed in 2007. The gym has been moved to the Grand Stand. Our favourite chicken rice stall is gone. The rectangular track remains the same though. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Took a bus to SCGS from CJC. Had our lunch there after Joanne has visited her teachers. I was mistaken to be a new teacher. -_- Do I look like one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to town after leaving SCGS. Had to buy a new pair of shoes at Far East Plaza because my new pair of heels gave way. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to Ngee Ann City with Joanne to pay for her air tickets to Perth. We ransacked each other's wallet while waiting for the counter staff to print the receipt. HaHa~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Walked to the Print Club at Cineleisure to take neoprints after that. It was super fun! Though we didn't know how to use the machine. HaHa~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151640888763650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R35OGAEikSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4s7PWExjnnQ/s320/DSC06069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151640897353584946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R35OGgEikTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XtFlY6W1U28/s320/DSC06070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151640901648552258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R35OGwEikUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/10JBR_CbanA/s320/DSC06071photoshopped.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Neoprints!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to Suntec City after that as Joanne needed to collect some photographs from Picture Me. Went to Carrefour to buy some groceries after that. We were like 2 tai-tais when we did that. Talking about guys and kids along the way. HaHa~! Joanne said, "We talked about school, friends and boyfriends when we were in JC. Now, we talk about guys, marriage and kids!" HaHa~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Took a cab home. The cab driver was very agitated and kept complaining about the increased cab fare causing them to lose a lot of business and more about the government. We had to ignore him before he stopped talking. Joanne dropped me off at Yio Chu Kang MRT station before she went home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had a super fun day today. Happy! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151648327647007058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R35U3AEikVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/uEI-2303s88/s320/03012008091photoshopped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4406437115844174866?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4406437115844174866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4406437115844174866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4406437115844174866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4406437115844174866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-day-out-for-tai-tais.html' title='You can&apos;t separate us!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R35CLQEikRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bElyiAwRK-0/s72-c/03012008277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1118127322757621771</id><published>2007-12-28T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:58:55.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year has passed.</title><content type='html'>2007 will come to an end in another three days' time. A lot had happened in the past one year. It had been a scary roller coaster ride for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must had been playing a trick on me. He brought me to Heaven in a high speed elevator but pressed the wrong button when he tried to send me back to Earth in the same elevator and I ended up in Hell instead. As if that was not bad enough, he did that a few times before he finally sent me back to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 hasn't been a good year. I really hope 2008 will be a better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1118127322757621771?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1118127322757621771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1118127322757621771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1118127322757621771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1118127322757621771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-year-has-passed.html' title='Another year has passed.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-1834989575144461634</id><published>2007-12-22T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:01:37.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007 gathering at Daniel's house.</title><content type='html'>Wei Qi, Ee Hui, Daniel, Jason, Xian Wang and I gathered at Daniel's house last night to celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Wei Qi, Daniel and Xian Wang at the tze char stall near Daniel's flat before we went up to his place. The four of us shared a hotplate tofu, a plate of 咕噜肉, a plate of 宫保鸡丁, a plate of cereal prawns and a piece of BBQ stingray. The 宫保鸡丁 was the best out of all the dishes. The others were just so-so. The total bill came up to $48 and we thought that was quite reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason joined us while we were still having dinner and Ee Hui came later when we were in the middle of an UNO stacko game. We sabotaged Ee Hui by asking her to join the game when the UNO stacko tower was about to tumble. HaHa~! We had lots of fun playing UNO stacko and UNO cards into the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing for a few hours, we decided to watch a movie instead. We watched 881. It was my second time watching that movie but I still enjoyed it because I was watching it with my friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged gifts after the movie and I got Ee Hui's gift. It is a white bear in a Christmas hat. Love it! Wei Qi got my gift, which is a novel titled "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time" by Mark Haddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, Ee Hui, Jason and Xian Wang played mahjong after the gift exchange, while Wei Qi and I watched TV. Ee Hui was the big winner when they ended the session the next morning. Poor Jason only won the last game and lost all the other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146733819908493570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R2zfJAEikQI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dxp-QEkD1ak/s320/22122007252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dishevelled Irene and Wei Qi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went for breakfast at MacDonald's before we leave for home. Everyone was tired but we still managed to have a good chat over breakfast. Though we enjoyed ourselves at the gathering but we still have to say goodbye. Can only see all these good friends at the next gathering, which may be twelve months later. Till then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-1834989575144461634?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/1834989575144461634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=1834989575144461634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1834989575144461634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/1834989575144461634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-gathering-at-daniels-house.html' title='Christmas 2007 gathering at Daniel&apos;s house.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R2zfJAEikQI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dxp-QEkD1ak/s72-c/22122007252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-5066168954271137453</id><published>2007-12-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:20:27.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Treasure: The Book Of Secrets</title><content type='html'>Watched National Treasure: The Book Of Secrets with Hui Jun at GV Marina last night. Tickets were courtesy of Eng Hwa. It was free seating so we were glad that we went into the theatre early and got ourselves good seats. The latecomers who couldn't find seats they wanted actually resorted to standing. I had one standing beside me and she was munching popcorns the whole time she was there! I kept looking at her but she didn't get my hint. Fortunately, the movie was interesting enough to draw my attention away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146089046533116146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R2qUuQEikPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0Q3q-Xtm2ek/s320/n507858160_329522_2480.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Irene and Hui Jun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The movie lasted for about two hours and ten minutes. It is slightly longer than most movies but it was awesome! It was both hilarious and exciting at the same time. I was actually skeptical about the movie when Hui Jun asked me to watch it with her but I am glad I went, else I would have missed a great movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Special thanks to Eng Hwa for the complimentary tickets and to Hui Jun for inviting me to watch it with you. Love you both lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-5066168954271137453?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/5066168954271137453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=5066168954271137453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5066168954271137453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/5066168954271137453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/12/national-treasure-book-of-secrets.html' title='National Treasure: The Book Of Secrets'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R2qUuQEikPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0Q3q-Xtm2ek/s72-c/n507858160_329522_2480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6297457990732725739</id><published>2007-12-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:42:36.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spouse: Unknown</title><content type='html'>Do you know that citizens of Taiwan have to indicate the name of their spouse on their identity card when they are married? It means that your spouse is now part of your life. That is so cool! It is just like carrying your marriage certificate with you wherever you go! I want to have my name printed on my spouse's identity card and his on mine in future. I wonder if that can be done in Singapore. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6297457990732725739?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6297457990732725739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6297457990732725739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6297457990732725739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6297457990732725739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/12/spouse-unknown.html' title='Spouse: Unknown'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-9148125559096700265</id><published>2007-12-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:16:14.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise Singapore 2007 Extreme Artworks Exhibition Opening</title><content type='html'>I was invited by Wei Qi, an apprentice in the Art and Design category of Noise Singapore 2007 to attend the Noise Singapore 2007 Extreme Artworks Exhibition Opening @ The Heeren Shops on 7 December 2007, Friday. All the participating apprentices are very outstanding and I saw many interesting artworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007218.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Wei Zi, Wei Qi and Irene @ The Heeren Shops.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007221.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007221.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm... the toilet paper doesn't look clean. On closer look, it is actually... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;... name "cards"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Very cute window display showcasing Teddy bears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Plastic bags?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"NO," said the bag, "I am not a plastic bag!" These are actually bags sewn out of old NDP banners to promote recycling of materials. If you like them, you can purchase them at the exhibition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Black and white photography.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very cute, right? This is Wei Qi's team's artwork! Don't believe? I have proof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/07122007231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See? A write-up on my best friend, Wei Qi and her scrapbook. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who wanna visit the exhibition may do so between 8 December 2007 and 20 December 2007 from 11AM to 8PM @ The Heeren Shops level 5. Admission is free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-9148125559096700265?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/9148125559096700265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=9148125559096700265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/9148125559096700265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/9148125559096700265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/12/noise-singapore-2007-extreme-artworks.html' title='Noise Singapore 2007 Extreme Artworks Exhibition Opening'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7811289316151384365</id><published>2007-11-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:54:26.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercedes-Benz Design Workshop Singapore 2007 - Design with a Heritage</title><content type='html'>Went to "Mercedes-Benz Design Workshop Singapore 2007 - Design with a Heritage" at NAFA with Wei Qi yesterday. It is the first Asia design workshop held by Mercedes-Benz. Though not a fanatic of cars but I was still not able to resist the temptation of climbing into one of the displays and imagine myself driving it. The feeling of sitting in the driver's seat of a Benz is simply fantastic. Holding the steering wheel of one makes me feel that I am in charge. The feeling of possessing power is great! Had been a passenger on a Benz several times but have yet to be a driver of one. I'd love to try that someday. HeE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here are some pictures I took at the design workshop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134556010211397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R0GbfLv_TpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GlY3sJj7c8E/s320/18112007196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;One of the few mini Mercedes-Benz design models on display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134556031686233778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R0Gbgbv_TrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/C2Hq3HLfPp4/s320/18112007198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some parts of the Mercedes-Benz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134556014506364578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R0Gbfbv_TqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MHkcpdvBoog/s320/18112007197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dream car. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Left the workshop when it ended at 3PM. Wei Qi wanted to eat Rochor beancurd so we made our way back to Short Street. While we were walking, the aroma of roti prata attracted us. The aroma led us to an Indian coffeeshop opposite Fortune Centre where we fed ourselves with delicious prata. As we were both too full after the meal, we decided to give Rochor beancurd a miss. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;From there, we walked down the row of shophouses and discovered a Korean supermarket. Found many Korean products and tidbits there. Bought two packets of fried rice cake crackers, two packets of spicy rice crackers and a packet of orange chocolate. Of these, I really like the fried rice cake crackers. It tastes sweet and spicy. Mashee-eessoyo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134564441232199362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R0GjJ7v_TsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q2g2FpoetQQ/s320/18112007199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummy fried rice cake crackers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After paying the cashier, we moved on to &lt;span&gt;OG@Albert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Street. Finally found and bought the pair of aviator shades I wanted. Continued to walk around the departmental store but found nothing else I fancy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went back to Parco Bugis Junction after leaving OG. Wanted to buy a schedule book for the year 2008 from Kinokuniya but it seems that their branch at Parco Bugis Junction does not carry any. Went over to A'NBC instead and found many cute schedule books from Disney, Sanrio and San-X. After browsing the collection for a while, I decided to get a very girly Hello Kitty schedule book. All the pages in the book are in pastel colours and the cover is in baby pink. Suits my princess image perfectly! HeE~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134570101999095506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R0GoTbv_TtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GBUiJgqHGtc/s320/19112007201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The princess diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to resist the cute designs, Wei Qi bought a small Mame Goma schedule book too. Both of us are happy with our purchases. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my feet hurt from all that walking in wedges, we had to end our shopping trip there and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez! I had been shopping for three consecutive days! Total damage for the three days is about $1K! I better stop visiting shopping malls for a while before I spend another $1K. Friends, if you love me, stop me. If you cannot stop me, please pay for my purchases. HaHa~! Just kidding!&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/7137625-7811289316151384365?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7811289316151384365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7811289316151384365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7811289316151384365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7811289316151384365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-to-mercedes-benz-design-workshop.html' title='Mercedes-Benz Design Workshop Singapore 2007 - Design with a Heritage'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/R0GbfLv_TpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GlY3sJj7c8E/s72-c/18112007196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-8740117690407624487</id><published>2007-11-16T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:54:05.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born to be a tai-tai.</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today. Tried to cook something for the family but it turned out disastrous. No choice, I am destined to be a&lt;em&gt; tai-tai&lt;/em&gt;. These kinda chores are not for me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up the kitchen, I took a bath and headed to town with mom and sis. Went to &lt;span&gt;Singpost@Ngee &lt;/span&gt;Ann City first to pay the road tax for dad's car. After that, we proceeded to Takashimaya and started the shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lingerie fair at Talking Hall and the three of us just walked in automatically. HeE~! I bought some very sexy lace undergarments and sis bought some &lt;em&gt;kawaii &lt;/em&gt;ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some very cute Sesame Street organisers at Takashimaya too. Wanted to buy one but mom came and saw me holding it. Decided to give up the idea before she starts nagging at me for spending money carelessly. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Takashimaya after that and we moved on to OG. There were many beautiful dresses but I didn't buy any 'coz there is no occasion for me to wear them. Already have a few brand new ones hanging in my closet and I haven't got the chance to wear them. SiGh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted to buy a pair of heels to match her evening gown for dad's company annual dinner and dance. She tried a pair which is gold in colour. It fitted her perfectly but the last pair in that size was defective. Ended up buying none 'coz the rest were either too ugly, else they didn't match her gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy a pair of aviator shades but there were no new pieces available. Sad. =( Shall seek them out at the other OG branch in Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train back home was packed like a sardine can. Even the last cabin was full. It was a torture. Hope I can pass my driving test this time. At least I won't have to take public transport whenever the family car is available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-8740117690407624487?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/8740117690407624487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=8740117690407624487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8740117690407624487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8740117690407624487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/11/woke-up-early-today.html' title='Born to be a tai-tai.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6506982223410394798</id><published>2007-11-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:56:04.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I declare that I will not teach students from China ever again.</title><content type='html'>I had enough! Need to rant! Else I think I won't be able to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to teach a boy who just came to Singapore from China some three weeks ago. I was engaged by his agent who brought him here to prepare for his entry examination into secondary three next year. As an experienced tutor, I just took the assignment as per usual. However, things are not that simple. First, the boy is very &lt;em&gt;nua. &lt;/em&gt;He doesn't wear a top at home. Not even when I am there to give tuition. Secondly, he is very lazy. He is always finding shortcuts so that he can write less. Lastly, and most importantly, the agent is a bad pay master. He never pays me on time. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER! &lt;/strong&gt;Not even once! The worst is, even after constant reminder, he will still delay payment! Yesterday was the last lesson but he did not pay me because he is not at home. So, I told the boy to remind the agent to leave money with one of the tenants of the flat and I will collect the money from him the next day. The boy said, "OK." I specially made a trip to the boy's house this afternoon but he did not leave any money behind. The lady in the house doesn't know a thing at all. As both the agent and the student were not at home, I was told to wait inside. I waited for half an hour and still no one came back. I decided to leave and told the lady to let them know that I will revisit tomorrow to collect the payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare that I will not teach students from China ever again. Not saying that all China nationals are like that, but one bad experience is enough. Once bitten, twice shy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6506982223410394798?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6506982223410394798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6506982223410394798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6506982223410394798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6506982223410394798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-declare-that-i-will-not-teach.html' title='I declare that I will not teach students from China ever again.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4355365545661851133</id><published>2007-10-26T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T03:18:13.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Celebrated my 21st birthday on 21st October 2007, Sunday (actual day is 22nd October 2007) at Hometeam NS Pasir Ris chalet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some of the photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125328525479209122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDTI4ZdaKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nTRH21WfjXE/s320/PA210004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ordered a 10 course buffet menu from Meng Hiang Catering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125329521911621810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDUC4ZdaLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YR7_To7pDlQ/s320/PA210002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 4th aunt from Muar happened to be in Singapore so I invited her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125330939250829506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDVVYZdaMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/s2j6tuajJiI/s320/PA210006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2 KG blackforest birthday cake from Han's. Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125332206266181842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDWfIZdaNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJs9Wy9jQMc/s320/Copy+of+PA210009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sis is 6 years and 5 days younger than me. We always celebrate our birthdays together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125336600017725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDae4ZdaOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K4WEl-Xxn_U/s320/PA210010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125338193450592530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDb7oZdaRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t0B42f6HATc/s320/PA210012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125339417516271922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDdC4ZdaTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NUKFWvFV8Bc/s320/PA210015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125340285099665730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDd1YZdaUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xbQjm5eP5YA/s320/PA210017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125341071078680914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDejIZdaVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/L_Job1zFMZQ/s320/PA210021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125342260784621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDfoYZdaWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7yX7RfhtZvc/s320/PA210023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Making a wish. Wanna know what I wished for? I am not going to tell you. Hee~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125343429015726450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDgsYZdaXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ifPHFDNXldk/s320/PA210024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125345108347939218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDiOIZdaZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Kl4lPDUtcwA/s320/PA210025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cake cutting "ceremony". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125346362478389666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDjXIZdaaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tDIiae7l5uU/s320/PA210032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at who is really cutting the cake! Both sis and I don't know how to cut the cake, so Eng Hwa and Hui Jun had to help us with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am officially 21. Nothing out of the ordinary happened after I become 21, but I am still excited about being a 21 year old. I have yet to do anything which requires me to be 21 years old and above, but just the thought of not being restricted by age makes me feel like an adult, no longer just a kid. It makes me feel that I am finally part of the society. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4355365545661851133?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4355365545661851133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4355365545661851133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4355365545661851133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4355365545661851133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/10/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RyDTI4ZdaKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nTRH21WfjXE/s72-c/PA210004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-7196835982297158852</id><published>2007-10-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:53:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay Showcase I: What are my personal goals and how will a higher education help me attain those goals?</title><content type='html'>While I was organizing the files in my laptop, I found an essay which I wrote a year ago. The question was, "What are my personal goals and how will a higher education help me attain those goals?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the past twenty years of my life, I have seen many people struggle to make ends meet each day, while some others take the basic things they possess for granted. The poor are becoming poorer, while the rich are becoming richer. Poverty is a problem in many countries, more often in developing countries. It is a problem that will exist no matter how hard governments try to eliminate it. It is amazing, yet scary, what money can do to people. It is also astounding to know what people do with money. Money, being an important part of our lives, should therefore be studied in detail and knowledge in the subject should be used to help the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Muhammad Yunus, the founder of Grameen Bank in Bangladesh and also the receiver of the 2006 Nobel Peace Prize, once said in an interview, "give a man a fish and you feed him for a day, but only by teaching him how to fish do you feed him for life." I find his words very meaningful. By giving the poor money, it will only solve their problem superficially. Only by teaching the poor how to make money will the problem of poverty be entirely solved. The poor can stand on their own two feet. There is no need for the privileged lot to sympathize with them. Mr. Yunus had helped the poor by making loans readily available to them without the need to put up any collateral, which was previously impossible. Inspired by Mr. Yunus, I hope to do something for the poor as well. I want to help the poor by teaching them how to help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe in making my money work hard for me instead of me working hard for money. I also believe that money makes the world go round. Though money cannot buy everything in this world, it is irrefutable that most things on Earth are powered primarily by money. Without money, there is much that cannot be done. I dislike the idea of money being a stumbling block in life and so I long for financial freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently studying for a degree in banking and finance. With the knowledge I have and will acquire from the course, I will be able to attain my goals more easily. In the course of my study, I will learn how financial institutions manage risk, how financial markets trade risk and how new instruments to control risks are developed for the benefit of the economy as a whole. Such knowledge will enable me to manage money more efficiently. I will also be able to more effectively educate the poor on how to manage their own money. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essay was limited to two pages of an A4 size paper, thus the short essay. Though short, it won the praise of a director of a MNC. I am so proud of myself. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-7196835982297158852?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/7196835982297158852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=7196835982297158852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7196835982297158852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/7196835982297158852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/10/essay-showcase-i-what-are-my-personal.html' title='Essay Showcase I: What are my personal goals and how will a higher education help me attain those goals?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6284950055894244315</id><published>2007-09-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:03:05.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are all my friends?</title><content type='html'>I was creating a list of the people I want to invite to my birthday party and I realised that I don't have that many names like I had expected. I have left out some people who do not attend parties, some who I don't wish to see and some who I think will not turn up even if I have invited him/her. After leaving out these people, I am left with only about 20 names. That is a far cry from the number of contacts I have on MSN. It was only then that I realised that I haven't been keeping in touch with a lot of people. I think it is time to catch up with old friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6284950055894244315?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6284950055894244315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6284950055894244315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6284950055894244315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6284950055894244315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-are-all-my-friends.html' title='Where are all my friends?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6864876613371697646</id><published>2007-09-09T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:52:17.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New height.</title><content type='html'>The examination result was released on Tuesday. Surprisingly, I did well for Corporate Finance and as expected, did badly for Macroeconomics. Academic year 2007/2008 will commence on 10th September 2007, Monday. It will be my final year. Since I did well for Corporate Finance, I have decided to study harder this year and aim to graduate with at least a second upper class honours degree. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6864876613371697646?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6864876613371697646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6864876613371697646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6864876613371697646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6864876613371697646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-height.html' title='New height.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-8297553962625806834</id><published>2007-08-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:33:55.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 42nd National Day!</title><content type='html'>I fell sick on Wednesday and had to take a day off work to see the doctor. Went to see Dr Frank Lee at Admiralty Family Clinic, which is near where I live. Thought he was quite good and the price he charged was reasonable, so I decided to see him again. When I went into the consultation room, it was a different doctor on duty. What surprised me was, the MC was signed by Dr Frank Lee! The two doctors have the same name! That was not all. I was charged $46 for a 5 minutes consultation! That is twice what I was charged on the previous visit! I had the same symptoms, but I was given different medicine. I took the medicine and felt slightly better, so paying $46 was not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SP to meet Mark for tea in the afternoon. It was very warm so I suggested that we go to an air-conditioned cafe. Mark told me there isn't an air-conditioned cafe in SP and suggested that we go to NUS. I was surprised and did not believe him, but decided to follow him since he knows the place better than I do. We went to Olive Cove at NUS administrative building and spent the rest of the afternoon chatting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chit-chat session, I went back to Woodlands for tuition. Bought a cup of honey green tea and a box of takoyaki from Bubblemix at Causeway Point B1 for dinner. They were having a promotion when I was there. A cup of bubble tea was selling at only $1 and a box of takoyaki was selling at only $2. The honey green tea was not too sweet and the green tea was not too strong. The takoyaki was a bit too hard, but it was still alright for me. For that price, I have no complaints. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just threw away my only contact lens case together with my old pair of contact lens and I need to get a new contact lens case for the new pair of contact lens I was wearing. It was already 1015PM when I was back at Admiralty Place and all the optical shops were already closed for the day. I told Daniel about it and he offerred to help me get a contact lens case. He came at 1AM just to pass me the contact lens case. Wanted to treat him to a drink at Macs to thank him but I forgot to bring my wallet and he ended up giving me a treat instead. HaHa~! We stayed at Macs to talk till about 2AM before he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marina Square to watch the fireworks with Weiqi on National Day. We thought the fireworks would start at 745PM so we started waiting under the stars at 730PM. We waited and waited, till it was about 815PM before we hear the first blast, which came from, not the stage, but the top of UOB tower! The whole fireworks show lasted about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fireworks show ended, we quickly made our way to Zara to hide away from the huge crowd out there. Finally managed to catch some breath in Zara, which was kinda empty. Found nothing we like in Zara, so we went up to Cavana where Wei Qi had a plate of sichuan chicken rice for dinner. I didn't wanna eat chicken rice, so we went to Killiney cafe where I had ice cream waffle and iced coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Daniel again to pass him the very pretty contact lens case from Freshkon I bought in the day. We sat under my flat to chat till about 1AM. He showed me many funny photos he took while he was at JTC and I shared with him the photos I took of the beautiful fireworks I had seen earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on Friday morning with 5 unread messsages on my mobile phone. Had overslept and forgot to inform Sarah that I will be on MC for the day. Rang Wei Qi up and asked her to go to the polyclinic with me. While I was waiting at the polyclinic, I received a SMS from Fabian asking me to go to the club with him as promised. I had no choice but to say yes. Asked Wei Qi to go with us and she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to my place after spending more than 2 hours at the polyclinic. Washed up and had dinner before going out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at The Central at Clarke Quay before meeting Fabian. It was the first time I went to The Central after its opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little snack at the Hong Kong style cafe at the B1. I love the iced milk tea they serve! There is still room for improvement for the french toast. I still prefer the french toast served at Xin Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the satisfying snack, we went up to the shops. Bought two dresses, two tops and a cropped cardigan from Celeste. Yes, clothes again. HeE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done with the shopping, it was already 1030PM. We were tired from all that walking so we just found a place in the shopping mall and sat down to wait for Fabian. While waiting for him, we got bored and decided to take some photos. Only one was presentable, so I am only going to post that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098183680289481250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RsBjC79ZIiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GJ04-43lqQo/s320/Copy+of+10082007074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first time Wei Qi goes clubbing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We waited till 12AM before the boy came. Gave him a good scolding before we made our way to DblO. HaHa~! When we reached DblO, we were stopped from entering because Wei Qi was in slippers. No luck trying to sneak in. Went back to Crazy Elephant for a drink instead. Drank till I was a bit tipsy before we left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Took NR2 home and was surprised it only took me about half an hour to reach home. Reached home at about 4AM. I was so tired that I went to bed without removing make-up! Woke up at 8AM to remove make-up and went back to sleep again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next time I woke up it was already 1PM. Took a bath and dressed up. No special occassion. I just felt like dressing up. By the time I was done, it was time for dinner. Went to Yishun 923 for dinner with my family. While we were savouring the famous chicken rice, the lights suddenly went off! There was a black out. Power supply was only restored 10 minutes later, but business was as usual. I could still hear the chicken rice seller chopping chicken! I wonder how he managed to chop the chicken in the dark without chopping his own fingers too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It had been a fun week for me. Gotta go back to work again tomorrow. Wonder when can I have another break like this again. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-8297553962625806834?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/8297553962625806834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=8297553962625806834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8297553962625806834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/8297553962625806834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-42nd-national-day.html' title='Happy 42nd National Day!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GRXt-KLYGZw/RsBjC79ZIiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GJ04-43lqQo/s72-c/Copy+of+10082007074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-4551829120750313919</id><published>2007-02-17T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:51:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>We had a network reunion dinner at ZhenFa in Marina South last night. Original plan proposed by Liqin and I was a small network reunion dinner for Carpe Diem members, but because we invited Mr Yuanjie, Mr DongXu, Mr Guan Xiang and Mr Alvin, we had a bigger network reunion dinner with members from other divisions as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem occupied two tables and we had lots of fun playing and eating together. When we were all too full to finish the leftovers on our table, Mr Travis suggested that we play Zhong Ji Mi Ma; Whoever got the number had to eat one item from the table. All of us got it at least once except for PeiShan. It was super duper fun! HaHa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Yong Chuan suggested that we go to the Hongbao River for a walk. Carpe Diem decided to go on foot while the rest went in Mr Yuanjie's car. From there, the adventure begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina South -&gt; Marina City Park -&gt; Nicoll Highway -&gt; Marina Square -&gt; Suntec City -&gt; Esplanade Drive -&gt; Hongbao River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 1.5 hours to reach our destination. Most of the group left when we reached Marina Square, but Qing Yong, Liqin, Wei Qi and I made it to the end. =) However, by the time we reached Hongbao River, most of the shops had already closed. We left after visiting the 12 zodiac animal display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was a tiring day, it was fun hanging out with so many people who think alike.  Hope that we can have such gatherings more often in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-4551829120750313919?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/4551829120750313919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=4551829120750313919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4551829120750313919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/4551829120750313919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-2622928183110396872</id><published>2007-01-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:38:17.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007!</title><content type='html'>Went to our company's new year countdown party yesterday. It was a new experience for me. Never been to a countdown party that is so happening! All those simple but meaningful activities and all those friendly and fun-loving colleagues. Some of the colleagues who have been my good friends since school days, some of them I only knew some two weeks ago at our office and some whom I only met at the party itself. It was my first new year chalet with them and I am sure that will not be my last. It was the first time I really enjoyed the new year. Hope that my decision to join the company will be a turning point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-2622928183110396872?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/2622928183110396872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=2622928183110396872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2622928183110396872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/2622928183110396872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-6675608992533772305</id><published>2006-12-05T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:41:00.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southbound train service disrupted after a man was hit by a train at Yishun station.</title><content type='html'>Woke up earlier than usual today so that I would not be late for my driving lesson at Yio Chu Kang. Ended up being late for more than half an hour instead. Someone jumped off the MRT tracks at Yishun and the southbound train service was disrupted. I had to alight at the Sembawang MRT station to take the shuttle bus service provided by SMRT to Yio Chu Kang MRT station 'coz I had no other alternative. The bus ride from Sembawang to Yio Chu Kang took about 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was late for more than half an hour, my driving lesson only lasted an hour today instead of the usual one and a half hour. I was thinking about the incident that happened in the morning and it made me have an ominous feeling that I will have an accident. I couldn't concentrate on driving throughout the whole lesson. I would stop even when I had the right of way. Also got a scolding from my instructor because of that. SiGh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident in the morning really spoil my mood for the whole day. It didn't bother me this much when similar incidents happened previously. I wonder what is wrong with me this time round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-6675608992533772305?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/6675608992533772305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=6675608992533772305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6675608992533772305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/6675608992533772305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/12/southbound-train-service-disrupted.html' title='Southbound train service disrupted after a man was hit by a train at Yishun station.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116490387164655559</id><published>2006-11-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:14:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was here.</title><content type='html'>Was invited by EeHui to attend the opening ceremony of a pottery exhibition which showcases works of her teacher, her mother, her sister and herself. Each pot is a masterpiece. All of them were beautifully crafted. EeHui's works are simple but creative. I particularly like the one with the funny expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad I took some time to dress up and make up before I went over. Almost all the guests were dressed in formal wear. Didn't expect the event to be such a grand one so I was dressed quite casually. Luckily, I didn't wear jeans like I had planned to earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was stopped by celebrity wannabe, Steven Lim outside Paragon. When I saw him, I just thought he looked kinda familiar. Took me a while to realise who he is. I was quite scared of him and shunned him. Quickly ran into Paragon so that he couldn't get me. HaHa~! Don't know what he was doing there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must thank EeHui for the special invitation to the exhibition. It was an eyeopener. We had a good chat too. The first time after so many months. EeHui, I miss you lots! I need to see more of you to compensate me for your no-show at the last gathering! HaHa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those interested in pottery art, you may want to visit the exhibition which is held at Paragon level 5. It is opened from 11AM to 9PM daily till 6th December 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116490387164655559?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116490387164655559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116490387164655559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116490387164655559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116490387164655559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-here.html' title='I was here.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116481869349528230</id><published>2006-11-29T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T12:12:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first practical driving lesson!</title><content type='html'>Woke up super early this morning to get ready for my first practical driving lesson. Was so excited that I couldn't sleep the previous night. Went to Yio Chu Kang MRT station to wait for my instructor, Mr Ng, at exactly 8AM. From there, we drove to Lentor, where I get some hands-on. Learnt how to negotiate gradual and sharp bends (though I am still not very good at that), how to make an U-turn, how to brake, how to control the speed of the vehicle and most importantly, how to drive. Mr Ng was very patient with me. He did not scold me when he was correcting my mistakes. Looking forward to my next lesson, which is on this Friday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Joanne at Yio Chu Kang MRT station at around noon time. She had to pick up some baking stuff for her mom at The Adelphi before we go to Vivo City for our shopping spree. We were supposed to alight at City Hall MRT station but ended up alighting at Raffles Place MRT station. Only realised that we alighted at the wrong station when we couldn't find the place at Raffles Place. Took the train back to City Hall after seeking help from the staff at the passenger service counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Funan I.T. Mall after picking up the baking stuff. Ordered a sambal sotong rice set but it looked and tasted more like green curry&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sotong briyani. Couldn't finish the food 'coz it was too yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train from City Hall to Harbourfront. Vivo City is a huge place! Couldn't really remember where we went and where we didn't. We were there for a whole three hours before we left. Found a few pretty tops. Bought two tank tops with diamantes from Esprit, a pretty blouse from Mango and an empire top from Forever 21. Finally found something I like at Forever 21. There are more variety of clothes at Forever 21 in Vivo City as compared to the one in Wisma Atria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself today. Have to thank Joanne for walking around with me the whole afternoon even though her shoes were biting her feet. Best friends forever! Love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116481869349528230?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116481869349528230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116481869349528230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116481869349528230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116481869349528230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-first-practical-driving-lesson.html' title='My first practical driving lesson!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116395701959946873</id><published>2006-11-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:23:39.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Expo - Asia Pacific Food Fair and Singapore Home and Design 2006 exhibition</title><content type='html'>Cancelled WuDong's tuition for this afternoon just to go to the Singapore Expo for the Asia Pacific Food Fair. Though there were many cars queueing outside the full carpark, the traffic was very well controlled. We were able to find a parking space within minutes, much to our surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Singapore Home and Design 2006 exhibition at hall 6A and walked in to take a look. SsangYong was having a promotion for its new MPV, ActYong. Daddy and I were immediately drawn over by the cool exterior of the vehicle. While we were busy examining the car, mommy spotted Bryan Wong at the neighbouring booth. We were also told by the salesman that Bryan's new car was parked right there in hall 6A! It is a sporty red ActYong. Suits him perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on to view Felicia Chin's dream home for some interior design ideas. It is a dream home designed specially for Felicia Chin. I was impressed by the smart designs. Small but space efficient. Shan't elaborate more. If interested, do make a trip to the showroom at the Singapore Expo hall 6A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to the Asia Pacific Food Fair after the Singapore Home and Design 2006 exhibition. Daddy met his old neighbour, the lady boss of Hai's at the Hai's booth. It was she who recognised daddy and asked him if he remembered her. A very cute auntie. Her son is kinda cute too. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of people at the fair and I was hit a few times by rude visitors. It was suffocating in there. The exhibitors were not as interesting as the ones at the last food fair. Didn't buy much. Didn't even wanna try the samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up liking the Singapore Home and Design 2006 exhibition more than the Asia Pacific Food Fair which was my main purpose for going to the Singapore Expo. Really disappointed with the standard of the food fair this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116395701959946873?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116395701959946873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116395701959946873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116395701959946873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116395701959946873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/11/singapore-expo-asia-pacific-food-fair.html' title='Singapore Expo - Asia Pacific Food Fair and Singapore Home and Design 2006 exhibition'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116153064695970764</id><published>2006-10-22T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:00:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th birthday to myself!</title><content type='html'>It is my birthday today. I believe that wisdom grows with age, so I am happy to be one year older today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mommy came back from Taiwan yesterday. They bought lotsa things for us. More than what we had expected. They went with two luggages and came back with four. Among the many things they bought were four big boxes of royal jelly, which they claim to be my birthday present. Didn't get the Majorlica Majorca eye shadow I wanted though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Pauline and RouShen after tuition with Yati. Walked all the way from Khatib to Yishun! My legs almost broke! Thought it was just a short distance. I really appreciate the MRT station at Khatib now. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came to pick me up at NorthPoint and we went to Parkway Parade from there. Isetan was having a sale for cardholders. Bought Anna Sui's concealer, loose powder and a limited edition shimmering lipstick. Spent a total of $138 and received a gift pack which consists of their latest whitening skincare products and a very pretty 'Secret Wish' cosmetic pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00522.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Anna Sui's 'Secret Wish' cosmetic pouch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Topped up the amount to $150 with 3 Skin Food sheet masks and got $15 worth of rebate voucher. Wanted to get Anna Sui's mask and conditioning mist pack with the voucher but mommy wanted to use the voucher for her Shiseido softener. =/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bought lots of cosmetics and skincare this month and of course, spent a lot of money. Spent almost half of my monthly income on skin care and cosmetics alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part of my skin care and cosmetics purchase this month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know that is quite a bit for one month. I have decided that I shall not buy anymore skin care products next month since I already got so many this month. Geez, it is high time I start saving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116153064695970764?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116153064695970764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116153064695970764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116153064695970764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116153064695970764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-20th-birthday-to-myself.html' title='Happy 20th birthday to myself!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116126669909539949</id><published>2006-10-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:52:12.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first purchase from Chanel!</title><content type='html'>Was feeling super lazy today and decided to skip the Macroeconomics lecture today. Since both JiaRui and I are not going for the lecture, we got one of our IM team mates, Pirakash to help us to submit our assignment which is due to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab to town after passing our assignments to Pirakash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Chanel counter at Isetan to get the eye tonic which JiaRui strongly recommended and the T-Mat which I found to be good for controlling shine on the T-zone after trying the sample the SA gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to JiaRui's favourite departmental store, Tangs, where she got herself a grey cap from Nike. She put it on immediately after we left Tangs. I felt like I was walking with a celebrity trying to hide herself from public attention. HaHa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Takashimaya after Tangs. Bought a Q&amp;A book for FTT from Kinokuniya. Wanted to get some recipe books as well but decided not to since I don't have much time to meddle with food anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to Admiralty to teach ShiYing so that I won't have to run all over the place like a mad woman tomorrow. Deliberately arranged to teach her at 3PM so that I won't bump into Mark when I leave her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Geraldine's house in the evening. She was having some kinda family gathering at her house and her aunts mistook me for her other aunt. Her cousins were very cute. One of them even greeted me good afternoon before I enter the room and bidded me goodbye when I left the house. HaHa~! Before I left, heard one of the aunts asking her kid's opinion about engaging my service. I am still quite popular, ya? *Grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn called to cancel tuition for tonight and her mother made me go for tuition on Saturday night instead of the usual Saturday afternoon. I don't understand why she dislike tuition in the afternoon. The daughter and the maid are coping very well with the afternoon tuition sessions from what I have observed, but the mother insisted that they can't cope. Super fussy woman who fusses over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No appointments tomorrow morning. Gonna sleep early tonight to make up for lost sleep. Need my beauty sleep badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116126669909539949?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116126669909539949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116126669909539949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116126669909539949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116126669909539949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-purchase-from-chanel.html' title='My first purchase from Chanel!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116119063637022273</id><published>2006-10-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:34:34.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Irene!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I have said this more than a dozen time, but I am going to say it again. It is tough being the eldest child! Besides being obliged to be the role model for the younger sister, I also got to be her temporary mom while the full time mom goes on holiday. Not only do I not get a single cent for doing so, I also got to fork out money from my own pockets for the groceries! Please don't come and tell me that I ought to appreciate my mom more now that I have experienced how tough it is to be doing her job or how it feels like to not have her around in the house. I do appreciate what my mom does for us and acknowlegdes the significance of her existence, but I must say that she is not having it worse than me. She, as a full time mom, does not have to go to school, study, do assignments, take tests and work on top of her duty to take care of the family. I, on the other hand, have to do all of the above! I am not wonder woman. I need to rest too. I can't assume the role of an elder sister, a dad and a mom, all at the same time. I will break down! I mean it physically and psychologically. My body is protesting. It is not getting enough rest. The dumb haze is making it worse. Wanted to see the doctor today but I was put off by the thought of the queue at the clinic. The sight of the huge pile of laundry to be done gives me a headache. I wonder if I can last till this Saturday. I may just faint tomorrow and end up having to celebrate my birthday at the hospital this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also don't tell me that I can take advantage of my parents' absence and enjoy the freedom that comes with it. I have got so many things added to my already jam packed to-do list because of their absence and there really isn't any time left for me to enjoy myself. In fact, I would be much better off if they haven't gone on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at what I went through today and you will understand my plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overslept this morning and woke up just in time to go out for tuition with Charlene and Shermaine. Had to rush out of the house without any food. The three hour tuition was kinda torturous as my stomach growled non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 4PM when our tuition ended. Neither here nor there. Decided to go back home and cook dinner instead of eating lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by the NTUC located at the Woodlands Civic Plaza on the way home and bought some groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by Causeway Point on my way to the Woodlands MRT station and decided to go to The Face Shop and pick up some masks. Was short of $0.20 to qualify for the membership. A girl named Samantha from HCJC who was in the queue behind me was kind enough to volunteer her receipt and saved me from buying another bottle of nail polish. From there, I lugged 4 heavy plastic bags and a big paper bag full of masks to the MRT station, where I took a train back to Admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Admiralty, I met XiangHong, who was happily chewing on some french fries. We talked for a while before parting ways. We were supposed to meet for a movie yesterday but didn't 'coz Pauline couldn't go on leave. God must have known that I miss my dear friend so much that he decided to arrange a coincidental meeting for us today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started cooking after unpacking all the things in the plastic bags once I reached home. Cooked baked rice, lemon chicken and an omelette for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00513.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My first attempt at cooking lemon chicken. Looks not bad right? It tastes delicious too! HeE~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My specialty, baked rice. Are you hungry yet? HaHa~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The simple dinner for two poor sisters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Made a big mess in the kitchen. Spent some time cleaning up the kitchen. Did the laundry after mopping the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See what I meant? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116119063637022273?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116119063637022273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116119063637022273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116119063637022273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116119063637022273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonder-irene.html' title='Wonder Irene!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116067421538214512</id><published>2006-10-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T01:37:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 simple steps to clear skin.</title><content type='html'>As promised, and also to celebrate my blog's 100th post-versary, I shall blog about my beauty regime today. I do not have a very good complexion but at least my face is clear most of the time (except for that time of the month). I feel that is something to be proud of. HeE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lazy girl to begin with, so I only do simple things to maintain my skin. I do not visit salons for facial treatment. Instead, I do it myself at home. These are what I do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1: Wash the face with a cleanser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure there are enough bubbles before applying it on the face. This is to ensure that the cleanser is evenly distributed on the face. Wash the T-zone first before proceeding to wash the cheeks as the T-zone is more oily as compared to the cheeks. Rinse the face in cold running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2: Exfoliate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this, I like the Ginvera marvel gel as it effectively removes dead skin and blackheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply minimal amount of the marvel gel on the forehead, the two cheeks, the chin and the nose. Massage these areas in a circular motion, smoothing out the marvel gel. While doing so, white particles will be formed on the face. Rinse the face in cold running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3: Mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I use all sorts of mask. Have used wash-off masks, peel-off masks and sheet masks before. Each has its own advantages. Wash-off masks are good for deep cleansing, peel-off masks are good for removing surface impurities while sheet masks are good for hydration. The type of mask to use is dependent to the individual's needs and preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the masks from The Face Shop. They carry an extensive range of masks at affordable prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4: Toner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Choose one that contains less alcohol so that it does not dry up the face. Use a cotton pad to apply it to the entire face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5: Eye brightening essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have serious dark eye circles due to frequent late nights. Had been trying lots of products but so far I have not found a product that effectively solves my problem. Despite so, I still use my Fasio eye brightening essence and Toujour La Vie eye firming serum every night. I find both products quite effective in reducing puffiness though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply the essence to the eyes using the ring finger. Gently dab the essence around the eye contour from the inner side of the eye contour to the outer side of the eye contour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not pull or tug at the delicate skin around the eye as it will cause fine lines to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6: Whitening cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am using the Fasio extra white whitening cream to lighten my skin tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have to apply the whitening cream to the entire face, carefully avoiding the eyes and the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7: Moisturiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Similary, apply the moisturiser to the entire face, carefully avoiding the eyes and the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently using the Shiseido Pureness 3-steps. Love the mattifying effect the moisturiser has on my face. My face feels and looks good after using the moisturiser. Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. 7 simple steps and I am done. Will take some time to do all these but for the sake of healthy looking skin, it is all worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: The above records my personal opinions and is not written to advertise or to influence anyone. Regime recorded is only for reference and may not be suitable for everyone. Try it at your own risk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116067421538214512?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116067421538214512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116067421538214512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116067421538214512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116067421538214512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/10/7-simple-steps-to-clear-skin.html' title='7 simple steps to clear skin.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-116024031791383514</id><published>2006-10-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:58:38.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The haze is back!</title><content type='html'>The haze is terrible. It is making me sick. I may need to see the doctor soon. SiGh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin which is very sensitive, is also affected by the haze. I find myself buying a lot of beauty products recently. The reason being the condition of my skin is getting from bad to worse. It is important to take extra care of our delicate skin with the wind blowing the haze in our direction. Spent a lot of money, but I feel that it is money well spent. Found some really good products which work well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the peel-off rice mask pack from The Face Shop after reading about it in the October issue of Seventeen. The introduction on the label says that this mask pack works deep to remove impurities and dead skin cells. It also says that rice extract helps to restore vital nutrients, moisturizes and protects the skin. I find that to be quite the case after using the mask. My skin really did feel cleaner and more hydrated. In fact, it is so good that I used it when doing facial for mommy. She too felt the effects of the mask. It is truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the Fancl Inner Active Pack while I was shopping at the Fancl counter in OG Orchard Point last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fancl.com.sg/images/products/inneractivepack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It functions to banish dullness and dispel roughness in just 15 minutes! It is true! I applied the mask to my face after cleansing and rinsed it off after leaving it on for 15 minutes. After I dry my face, I could feel that my skin was smoother and more supple. I am not kidding. It really worked! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough reviews for today. It is getting late and I am tired. Will share my beauty regime and more product reviews in the next entry. Shall turn in soon. It is going to be a long day for me again tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-116024031791383514?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/116024031791383514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=116024031791383514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116024031791383514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/116024031791383514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-is-back.html' title='The haze is back!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-115890007087286436</id><published>2006-09-22T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:41:11.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting on.</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks had been terrible. It seemed as if my life only revolves around lectures and tuition. There was simply no time for other activities. On some days, like Mondays and Thursdays, I would be so busy that I had to literally run from place to place so that I could make it for the next appointment on time. Previously, it was the money which drove me on. Now, even the money couldn't turn me on. This spells trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a dilemma now. With a few students graduating and some students suspending tuition for the vacation, there is a sense of urgency to recruit more students so that I can save enough to pay for the examination and course fees due next year. However, recruiting more students will mean reverting to the hectic lifestyle I used to live, which I dread. ArGh~! What am I to do?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-115890007087286436?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/115890007087286436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=115890007087286436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115890007087286436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115890007087286436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/09/fighting-on.html' title='Fighting on.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-115799361860728195</id><published>2006-09-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:58:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophomore year.</title><content type='html'>Went back to school as a sophomore today. It is the start of the 2006/2007 academic year. Our first lecture for the year was Investment Management. A very interesting lecture was delivered by our dearest Miss Koh Siew Min, who taught us Principles of Banking and Finance last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture began with a very 'informative' speech by one of Miss Koh's students, Royston, who kept laughing the whole time he was up on the stage. Well, at least he entertained us for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt about derivatives today. Am quite familiar with other financial instruments such as equities and bonds, but derivatives is something new. Found it very interesting and asked a lot of questions during the lecture. I was the only one shooting questions to Miss Koh during the whole lecture. I am surprised by my enthusiasm in the subject. HaHa~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also given two tutorial questions to do. Will start doing the tutorial tomorrow, before I get more from the other lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Popular bookstore in school after the lecture to get the IM textbook. There was a very long queue and there was very little space for us to stand around as the area is pitifully small. It was a relief to finally step out of the bookstore after we paid for our purchases. I could hardly breathe in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy with my first day of school. Wonder how long that enthusiasm will last in me. Hopefully, it will be there for a very long time. I need to do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-115799361860728195?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/115799361860728195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=115799361860728195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115799361860728195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115799361860728195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/09/sophomore-year.html' title='Sophomore year.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-115761249915174714</id><published>2006-09-07T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:50:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Highlands</title><content type='html'>Was in Genting Highlands with my family from 3 September to 5 September. We took a package from Grassland and paid S$92 per person inclusive of a two-way coach ticket and 2 nights' stay at First World Hotel, meals not provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coach left Boon Lay Shopping Centre at 7AM on 3 September and reached Genting Highlands at 245PM. We went straight to our rooms after checking in. Stayed on the 15th storey of tower 2. No view to comment 'coz we stayed in standard rooms where the windows face those of the opposite tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went down to First World Plaza after leaving our bags in the rooms. Mommy needed to get a comb, so we went to Sinma and ended up buying more than what we need, as usual. Bought some tidbits from the snack shop too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dinner was at Hou Mei. I had Hawaiian chicken chop with BBQ sauce. Tastes good but the chicken chop was a bit hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wanted to catch Monster House at the cineplex after dinner but we missed the last show of the day. Went back to the room to take a shower instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sis and I went to First World Plaza again for more shopping after dressing up. Went in to Vincci to look at the shoes but there was nothing I fancy. Same for the other shops there. Ended up not buying anything and went back to our room to sleep. Kept waking up in the middle of the night 'coz not used to sleeping so early. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Woke up very early the next morning to wash up. Had breakfast at Burger King. Ordered a King set which includes a cup of hot mocha, a burger and a packet of hushbrown. The hushbrown does not come in one big piece, but in many small round pieces. Never eaten such cute hushbrown before. HeE~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bought two tickets to the indoor and outdoor theme parks for sis and I. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My tag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went to the outdoor theme park first, which was a very wise decision (by me! =P) because it rained after we were done with most of the rides outdoor. Went on the Pirate Train, Matahari, Cyclone, Spinner, Flying Dragon, Double Deck Carousel and Super Toboggan. We went to Dinosaurland and went boating too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me on Spinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the Matahari.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sis and I on the boat to Dinosaurland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Going in to Dinosaurland!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dinosaurs in Dinosaurland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fossils at Dinosaurland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Super Toboggan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All ready to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Up, up and away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Boating!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me pedalling away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nice scenery on the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the Double Deck Carousel. Reliving childhood. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look! We even saw a London bus! It is actually a cafe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went back in to the indoor theme park at First World Plaza when we got bored of the outdoor rides. Got on a few other rides there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00419.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On the Ferris Wheel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the Venice Gondola. We got the whole boat to ourselves. HeE~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00428.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00431.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Little Venice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4943/424/320/DSC00454.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On the Rio Float.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sneaked into the casino with daddy and mommy at midnight. Stayed there till 2AM. An eye-opener, but not to my liking. The smoke in there makes me tear. Moreover, I don't gamble. Went there out of curiousity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Checked out on Tuesday morning and took the coach back to Singapore at 230PM. It was raining and the roads were slippery. Fortunately, the driver was quite skillful and we reached Singapore safely at 9PM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Though I enjoyed the trip, it feels good to be home. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-115761249915174714?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/115761249915174714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=115761249915174714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115761249915174714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115761249915174714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/09/genting-highlands.html' title='Genting Highlands'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-115661038528068575</id><published>2006-08-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T14:55:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping is addictive.</title><content type='html'>You walk into a shop with the intention of buying only one item which you need but end up buying other unnecessary items instead of the one you set out to buy initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the above sound familiar to you? Well, it happens to me ALL THE TIME. All the more is the case recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a lot of accessories these few days. Got a new belt at Bugis Street, a retro headband from Chameleon, a necklace and several earrings from &lt;a href="http://www.skjewellery.com.sg/"&gt;SK Jewellery&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.takajewellery.com.sg/"&gt;TAKA Jewellery&lt;/a&gt;. Cannot remember what else I got. Too many. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent so much at &lt;span&gt;SK&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span&gt;TAKA&lt;/span&gt; that I qualified for membership (&lt;a href="http://www.skjewellery.com.sg/jewelcard.htm"&gt;SK Jewel Card&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.takajewellery.com.sg/privilege.asp"&gt;TAKA Privilege Card&lt;/a&gt;). Now I have two more cards in my wallet. It is bursting with cards (not money). My poor (both physically and financially) wallet. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a lot of clothes too. Fortunately, I don't shop at high-end boutiques. Bought most of my clothes at Giordano, Hang Ten, Samuel &amp;amp; Kevin, Metro and OG while they were having sales. I am quite a bargain hunter. Am always looking out for sales and offer items. When one is poor, she will try to make do with whatever is available to her. I may need retail therapy very often, but I shop within limits. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tulip minis I ordered from Old Navy is finally coming to Singapore. Hopefully can see it next week. One more piece to mix and match with. Think I am more or less ready for school. HeE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw George Tay and Vanessa Teo at Causeway Point today. They were paying for their purchases at The Face Shop. Didn't go up and say hi to them though. Checked out Vanessa's blog when I got back home just now. It was only then that I realised that the two of them are an item. Was still wondering why the others in the group weren't with them. Now I know why. HeE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I should start reading a bit of Corporate Finance before school reopens since I have the textbook. Probably start reading during the kids' one week break so that I don't forget what I have read. My memory is getting from bad to worse. Time to invest in memory boosters again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-115661038528068575?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/115661038528068575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=115661038528068575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115661038528068575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115661038528068575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/08/shopping-is-addictive.html' title='Shopping is addictive.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-115626573898079310</id><published>2006-08-22T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:58:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the difference between NUS and SIM?</title><content type='html'>Went to SSDC to book my final theory test date today. Fortunately, there was no queue at SSDC. Still remember the last time I went there with JiaRui and we had to wait for a very long time before it was our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked HuiJun to go with me and in return, I had to go to school with her. So, we went to NUS after I have booked the test date. Since I was already there, I decided to crash her history lecture. Saw EeHui's ex-boyfriend, Colin in the lecture. He was sitting right in front of me! Found him to be a weird guy after what EeHui told us about him. Was observing him throughout the whole lecture to see if he does any weird acts. Quite disappointed when he didn't. Evil me. HaHa~! Anyway, the lecture was quite interesting, especially the part on Indian civilisation. Surprisingly, I could understand the lecture very well. However, think I will be bored if I had to attend history lectures every week. Not so much an arts person. We went to the central library to print her notes after the lecture. Waited for more than an hour before she got all her notes printed. As a result, I was late for tuition. Mdm Yap was not very happy with me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mommy are going to Taiwan this October and they are not bringing me. SoBz~! Been watching &lt;a href="http://www.ctitv.com.tw/new/34/beautyplan/index.html"&gt;Wo De Mei Ren Ji &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.ctitv.com.tw/new/34/beautyworld/index.html"&gt;Mei Li Yi Neng Jie&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.ctitv.com.tw/new/index/index.html"&gt;CTITV&lt;/a&gt; and the products they recommended are so wonderful! BUT, many of these products are only available in Taiwan. SiGh~! I wanna go to Taiwan! Anyone wanna sponsor? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-115626573898079310?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/115626573898079310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=115626573898079310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115626573898079310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115626573898079310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-difference-between-nus-and-sim.html' title='What is the difference between NUS and SIM?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7137625.post-115530931324234410</id><published>2006-08-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:31:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting in the mood.</title><content type='html'>Went shopping with mommy at Lot 1's Seiyu today. Was only there for one hour 'coz I had to go for tuition with ShiYing after that. Didn't wanna go but mommy insisted that I go with her. Sick of her nagging, I relented. Only bought lingerie. $100 worth of lingerie. I am not kidding. I really did spend that much on lingerie ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't been going right for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, I got the wrong cup size for one of the brassieres I bought. Mommy refused to help me do the exchange though she was free, so I had to go all the way to Choa Chu Kang again for 10 minutes. Couldn't stay on for more shopping as I had to go to Yishun for tuition with Goutham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was approached by an elderly Malay lady who could only speak Malay. She came to ask me something. I do not know what she was trying to ask me as I do not understand Malay. She gave me a dirty look before she left me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Goutham's place, his mom told me that Goutham was still not back from school and she couldn't contact him 'coz he had switched off his mobile phone. Since I was already there, I decided to wait for him. Fortunately, he did not keep me waiting for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU has reopened on 7 August and NUS will reopen on 14 August. UOL will only reopen on 11 September. Exactly one month after NUS reopen. Seeing EngChok and HuiJun going back to school makes me miss going to school. Kinda excited about going back to school again. Been idling for too long. It is time to start cracking again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7137625-115530931324234410?l=irenechew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/feeds/115530931324234410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7137625&amp;postID=115530931324234410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115530931324234410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7137625/posts/default/115530931324234410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irenechew.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-in-mood.html' title='Getting in the mood.'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11700328786518415566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v603/summer-gal/CopyofDSC00451.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
