<?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-7141037733552113222</id><updated>2011-12-04T21:49:35.521+08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='My Life...'/><category term='Book Watch'/><category term='Lisa Kleypas'/><category term='My Crafts'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Eczema'/><category term='Juicy Excerpts'/><category term='Moisturisers'/><category term='Paranormal Romance'/><category term='Crochet'/><category term='Contemporary Romance'/><category term='Young Adult'/><category term='Clothings'/><category term='Walking down memory lane'/><category term='Historical Romance'/><category term='Manga'/><category term='Daily Posts'/><category term='Amigurumi'/><category term='Adult'/><category term='Random Facts'/><category term='Natural Remedies'/><category term='My Life~'/><category term='Drawings'/><category term='Jeaniene Frost'/><category term='I wonder'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Challenges'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='FRIDAYS'/><category term='Something to remember'/><title type='text'>Tales of E</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1078444213477770411</id><published>2011-05-02T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:01:42.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SYF happened on 27 April 2011, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for Guitar Club to show our abilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, let's meet up at JP for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Musn't perform on an empty stomach ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUjDCoBnllg/Tb6ks-S3z5I/AAAAAAAABDs/GFZSaclF_sk/s1600/GEDC0619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUjDCoBnllg/Tb6ks-S3z5I/AAAAAAAABDs/GFZSaclF_sk/s320/GEDC0619.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yA7l5uSUnz0/Tb6ibad6r4I/AAAAAAAABDo/cXuVx_F3yTw/s1600/GEDC0620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yA7l5uSUnz0/Tb6ibad6r4I/AAAAAAAABDo/cXuVx_F3yTw/s320/GEDC0620.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfNESnvjMEA/Tb6p9zs_YdI/AAAAAAAABDw/dxdLvZ8xQo4/s1600/GEDC0608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfNESnvjMEA/Tb6p9zs_YdI/AAAAAAAABDw/dxdLvZ8xQo4/s320/GEDC0608.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On our way to RP, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRMLCqoBfGE/Tb6rHhDHYbI/AAAAAAAABD0/5qA3cKOSNxs/s1600/GEDC0633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRMLCqoBfGE/Tb6rHhDHYbI/AAAAAAAABD0/5qA3cKOSNxs/s320/GEDC0633.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful day, isn't it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 1.30pm, we went backstage inside the theater. We were to be the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;first group&lt;/span&gt; to be performing after lunch break. Waaahh, so nervous. We went in&amp;nbsp;and waited behind the stage&amp;nbsp;for the audience to enter. Queued up as how we would be seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quiet! Everyone was hushing one another. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shhhhh, shh&lt;/span&gt;! Then the stage guy stood near the entrance to the gate, holding onto a walkie-talkie, glancing out of the door to see whether the audience had arrived. We just stood there, holding our guitars and footstools. I didn't know how long it took before we went on the stage. Standing there, anticipating that we would finally perform, after 3 months of practicing. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we have practiced for is for this reason only. To perform in SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was now.&lt;/span&gt; The stage guy nodded. We went in. Off our bass person went. Then the first row. The second row. And it was my row. It was real, we are really gonna do it, I though to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bowed to the audience.&amp;nbsp;Sat down onto the chairs. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lifted our guitars .... and performed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was over. We walked out of the stage, out of the theatre and started chatting and sighing in relief. It was done. Let's just hope for the best, that's what I'm sure everyone thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that hurdle was completed, it was time to .... CAM WHORE! What better time to spend our time waiting for the results to be released at 5.30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8jM7UeQuzc/Tb62LmWU77I/AAAAAAAABEE/btiFKs573Lk/s1600/GEDC0640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T8jM7UeQuzc/Tb62LmWU77I/AAAAAAAABEE/btiFKs573Lk/s320/GEDC0640.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rwGDEkFC-4/Tb63J0CfiCI/AAAAAAAABEI/sMZqcvO1Cbw/s1600/GEDC0642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1rwGDEkFC-4/Tb63J0CfiCI/AAAAAAAABEI/sMZqcvO1Cbw/s320/GEDC0642.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHTY7a0snXM/Tb6u49D5N-I/AAAAAAAABD4/HnoKVCaDyww/s1600/GEDC0659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHTY7a0snXM/Tb6u49D5N-I/AAAAAAAABD4/HnoKVCaDyww/s320/GEDC0659.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A photo with the tall guy.&amp;nbsp; He's 1.85m! Can you believe it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8Ag4V2qoiw/Tb6vwkxMn5I/AAAAAAAABD8/8DsFl6qs6iw/s1600/GEDC0680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8Ag4V2qoiw/Tb6vwkxMn5I/AAAAAAAABD8/8DsFl6qs6iw/s320/GEDC0680.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And for some&amp;nbsp;pool :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZZx9KKmZ5E/Tb6w25oemkI/AAAAAAAABEA/zS0OXkkHiFA/s1600/GEDC0687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZZx9KKmZ5E/Tb6w25oemkI/AAAAAAAABEA/zS0OXkkHiFA/s320/GEDC0687.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Singing along the pathway in RP. Haha! That was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But we were so engrossed in singing that we were (slightly) late for the release of results. Haha. Rushed to the same theatre were we had performed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panels of judges were sitting in front of the stage and in front of the audience, about&amp;nbsp;40 schools and&amp;nbsp;had around 150 people.&amp;nbsp;Most&amp;nbsp;were their for the&amp;nbsp;guitar SYF while 3 of the schools&amp;nbsp;were there for the Harp compeition. Yes, HARPS. That was so freaking cool! And unbelievably dreamy. Just looking at the harps made me imagine that the harpists were elfs and they've come to play&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;wonderful song. Haha! In hindsight, I should have seen their performance. Ah shuacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Where in the world can you find a CCA like this elsewhere?" one of the judges spoke. The 5 of them were all muscially acclaimed foreigners. There was one from Britain, UK, Austrialia and even Germany. They first remarked on&amp;nbsp;how the style was overall. There was a need to make each repeated verse distinctly different, ie. having different speeds, the sounds and others. The way they spoke, in the muscial terms, which the common layman like myself could not understand a word, was so ... unreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I heard someone talk something this similar to me? NONE. But for me to hear it, it has made certain the fact that &lt;strike&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; have done it&lt;/span&gt;. We had performed and it was only at that very moment that&amp;nbsp;it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the judges spoke. And it was time for what we have been waiting for, the release of the results.&lt;br /&gt;From the secondary schools and to the JCs. It was nearing our number. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;..."Jurong Junior College. . . BRONZE."&lt;/span&gt; And I cheered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeKBrAws8Fs/TcK7mJyba4I/AAAAAAAABEM/pqtoZvxxTdg/s1600/Copy+of+GEDC0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YeKBrAws8Fs/TcK7mJyba4I/AAAAAAAABEM/pqtoZvxxTdg/s320/Copy+of+GEDC0695.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was a victory&lt;/span&gt;. Though we got a Bronze, which many would say that we didn't do so well, one has to look at the other schools to gauge how truly well we did. Hwa Chong, ACS and other top schools got Silver. I believe only 1 school got Gold. See! They got Silver! So, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;we did do quite well for a club that started practicing for only 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We did good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am proud of my club and of the members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;^_______________^&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/7141037733552113222-1078444213477770411?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1078444213477770411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1078444213477770411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1078444213477770411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1078444213477770411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/syf.html' title='SYF!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUjDCoBnllg/Tb6ks-S3z5I/AAAAAAAABDs/GFZSaclF_sk/s72-c/GEDC0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1498151434891905105</id><published>2011-04-27T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T07:40:52.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 7.30am. Only got 7 hours of sleep. It should be enough for me, hopefully. What if I was feeling sleepy while in the performance and dazed off? Definitely gonna die. Can't be distracted now. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be bring along my Wonderful Cammy and will post these photos up soon. I want a JJ Guitar Group photo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1498151434891905105?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1498151434891905105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1498151434891905105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1498151434891905105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1498151434891905105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day.'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5826775607661478408</id><published>2011-04-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:07:22.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JJ will be having our SYF tomorrow, 27 April,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;at Republic Poly at 1.30pm in the theatre located on the outskirts of the ground, near the canteen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and support us! Give us eye power encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIR9e3cs3-s/Tba7Miyg4bI/AAAAAAAABDU/Mof_a8gdMy8/s1600/Rock+on%2521.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIR9e3cs3-s/Tba7Miyg4bI/AAAAAAAABDU/Mof_a8gdMy8/s320/Rock+on%2521.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rock On Dudes and Duduttes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. All our hardwork is all for tomorrow. For the prizes of SYF. I really hope we would get a good prize, enough to honor JJ. Weeks of practice, all converging for tomorrow. Getting butterflies just typing these words. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't seen the other school's performances. I heard they're quite good. But we are better. Yeah right. Still, we must not waste all the practice that we have. We mustn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after the SYF, J2s have to step down. It is very fast. I am sad that they have to step down. There isn't enough time for me to interact with Guitar's members! My J2 friends. . :( I will see them even less. And laughing at all the antics that they have done. I don't really anticipate them retiring from Guitar. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From our rehersals for our Civis performance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTitBx9bldo/TbbLCz6PX2I/AAAAAAAABDg/txt55lRRoHs/s1600/GEDC0430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTitBx9bldo/TbbLCz6PX2I/AAAAAAAABDg/txt55lRRoHs/s320/GEDC0430.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJi8UtxIuLE/TbbO_q967dI/AAAAAAAABDk/R9d5vRL2_r0/s1600/GEDC0434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJi8UtxIuLE/TbbO_q967dI/AAAAAAAABDk/R9d5vRL2_r0/s320/GEDC0434.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to our last and final rehersal yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BezWGHLW4qs/Tba-XSoKi-I/AAAAAAAABDc/6gihNVB1hcA/s1600/223193_10150159893348790_561978789_6728285_1756319_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BezWGHLW4qs/Tba-XSoKi-I/AAAAAAAABDc/6gihNVB1hcA/s320/223193_10150159893348790_561978789_6728285_1756319_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has passed too fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I believe we can achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the best Guitar Club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5826775607661478408?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5826775607661478408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5826775607661478408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5826775607661478408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5826775607661478408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/tomorrow-day.html' title='Tomorrow, the Day'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIR9e3cs3-s/Tba7Miyg4bI/AAAAAAAABDU/Mof_a8gdMy8/s72-c/Rock+on%2521.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2224396533944236777</id><published>2011-04-22T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:55:23.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;nbsp;like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w8S4gGI4nRo" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was shown here, I would want to watch it. To see how a day is like in every other people on Earth. See their traditions and relive their memories. That would be something amazing. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2224396533944236777?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2224396533944236777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2224396533944236777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2224396533944236777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2224396533944236777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-this-if-it-was-shown-here-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/w8S4gGI4nRo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1322022752398872245</id><published>2011-04-21T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:49:29.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Hey everyone,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Friday~!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CD2LRROpph0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Even Guitar Club got infected by the Friday song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8g87fxP-_I/TbD6UNYhnkI/AAAAAAAABDQ/nvsNYmeNeT8/s1600/IMAG0441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r8g87fxP-_I/TbD6UNYhnkI/AAAAAAAABDQ/nvsNYmeNeT8/s320/IMAG0441.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously though, can you believe the girl's 13? She looks like 18 or something! There is something about America that matures/ages its teens faster than the rest. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday's up next and What a lovely holiday I'll be having. ^^ Sleep in, meet friends ... and study. Got to study hard.&amp;nbsp;I am so behind everyone. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* We've got a new timetable. Crossed my fingers that it would be better. Didn't work. Our class ends latest at 6 and earliest at 5. WTH. This is bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me rant:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, is our timetable really better than other schools? Just by comparing with other classes, they're so much better. Currently, the earliest is 3pm. Thank god we shifted up one lesson 1 hour ealier. Latest is 5.30. Truly, couldn't we have Friday free? No. We got to have SPA after the prayers. And going home around 5. CCA day doesn't count cause I have Guitar. And that's enough to make me happy. Now, with the new timetable, . . . ending even later, released even later. Sian. . . So many tutorials, lectures on that day. How to survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;6 MORE DAYS TILL SYF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1322022752398872245?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1322022752398872245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1322022752398872245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1322022752398872245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1322022752398872245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/hey-everyone.html' title='Hey everyone,'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CD2LRROpph0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-945877897921023297</id><published>2011-04-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:11:13.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pros: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Get to go home with my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Able to meet my old classmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Able to talk to my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has a lesser carbon footprint than taking a car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheaper than the petrol prices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have to wake up easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Less beauty sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unless I wish to sacrifice my sleep to meet my friends, car's still the best way to go. A good choice, since I've become very quiet if my brain does not receive enough sleep &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-945877897921023297?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/945877897921023297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=945877897921023297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/945877897921023297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/945877897921023297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/taking-bus.html' title='Taking a bus'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7573584132771098343</id><published>2011-04-12T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T21:05:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things has happened in&amp;nbsp;this and the previous weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For once, the Guitar Club has gone to RP's theater to practise our SYF songs. ^__^ The backstage was SO big! And tall! Like the ones in &lt;em&gt;Moulin Rouge. &lt;/em&gt;I wonder how theater actresses and actors manage in this beautiful setting. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJleO62aRKM/TaRIquB70iI/AAAAAAAABDA/YW32F3B296I/s1600/GEDC0483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJleO62aRKM/TaRIquB70iI/AAAAAAAABDA/YW32F3B296I/s320/GEDC0483.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SYF is only 3 weeks away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much more could be improved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really hope all our efforts will not go to waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want JJ to be proud of its very own Guitar Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the release of our Project Work Question, everyone is hurriedly writing our drafts for that. Being marked, checked and marked again. My friends got As for PW. I want that for myself too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebration of his 21st BD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Took some hilarious photos. xD We were somewhat cam-whoring. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NqUn9jETflI/TaRHJi4qPUI/AAAAAAAABC4/0D9vYCL0qBM/s1600/GEDC0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NqUn9jETflI/TaRHJi4qPUI/AAAAAAAABC4/0D9vYCL0qBM/s320/GEDC0383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we went to Universal Studio for my 'interview' for a volunteering position. I thought I was going to be interviewed. So nervous!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then I found out that it was just a info session. . . &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; What the hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last BUT not least:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Guitar Club's Performance on Stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before the performance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AJJ8yGmoIE4/TaRIS-DRmwI/AAAAAAAABC8/_Xay86KcRX8/s320/GEDC0430.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rehearsing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was the&amp;nbsp;second time I was performing on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not as nervous as I thought I would be. Probably cause I was in the last row. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cool ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the week's not over yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mada mada dane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait and see, there's still more posts to come~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7573584132771098343?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7573584132771098343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7573584132771098343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7573584132771098343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7573584132771098343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-many-things-has-happened-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJleO62aRKM/TaRIquB70iI/AAAAAAAABDA/YW32F3B296I/s72-c/GEDC0483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4470717381566721423</id><published>2011-03-23T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:23:01.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Updates, hey!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating!! JC life is terribly busy. Especially with my time table. Today's actually the first time since having my timetable that I'm coming home early, around 2.30pm! since there was no CCA ( :{ ) for this week. Usually, classes end around 4/5pm. Sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those still in secondary, please, appreciate your dismissal. Cause when you come here, to JC, if your timetable is bad, then say goodbye to sleeping in very&amp;nbsp;early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, more about my life.&amp;nbsp;I'm currently in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;GUITAR CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y-q2WXn9meI/TYm7pkW6fCI/AAAAAAAABC0/ny5j6dSpB_I/s1600/14032011099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y-q2WXn9meI/TYm7pkW6fCI/AAAAAAAABC0/ny5j6dSpB_I/s320/14032011099.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which I love to tell my friends, Facebook and even Twitter. Haha! I love my CCA!!! ^_______^ Can't beat and will never beat my primary and secondary schools ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm currently trying to read the music scores. The simple ones of course. And maybe, just maybe, me and my friends can consolidate everything, and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;play an Anime Song&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! There's one website that my friend introduced to me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://josh.agarrado.net/music/anime/"&gt;http://josh.agarrado.net/music/anime/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;which has piano scores there. So he's helping to make it so that the notes can be played on the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are websites that already have the chords for it BUT (which leads me to the next point) WE are planning to play in a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S 2 GUITARISTS AND A PIANOIST. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A band, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4470717381566721423?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4470717381566721423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4470717381566721423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4470717381566721423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4470717381566721423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates-hey.html' title='Updates, hey!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-y-q2WXn9meI/TYm7pkW6fCI/AAAAAAAABC0/ny5j6dSpB_I/s72-c/14032011099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5916019216583620337</id><published>2011-03-15T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:20:32.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Sg ComiFest 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I should have posted this last weekend when the event had ended but with no photos, this post wouldn't be interesting. And so I begin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of my volunteering life. I signed up for this alone, meaning the people who would be at the ComiFest were strangers to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first met up for a pre-briefing at TCZ Studio and became bouncers for the event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9vw_XRA7xNo/TX60RHWRQ0I/AAAAAAAABBo/olCaKiSdH-s/s1600/05032011059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9vw_XRA7xNo/TX60RHWRQ0I/AAAAAAAABBo/olCaKiSdH-s/s320/05032011059.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cool eh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just guessing but TCZ should mean The Celestial Zone. And I&amp;nbsp;am probably right, cause there were posters of the characters from that manga in the studio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;It had been nerve-wreaking for me, cause they all arrived in their groups and it was intimidating. Then I chatted with Cassandra and we hit off. ^_^ And later Isabel and Chin Rui ( I can remember the hanyu pinyin but don't know why I just can't pronounce his name! Haha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th March was the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in Suntec City. For those who had missed out, too bad! You should have seen the crowd in the afternoon. So many cosplayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected ComiFest to be in the Convention Hall. I mean, that's where they all went, right? The anime fest and others. But noooooo, it was on the 3rd floor of the open space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, there was also a wedding exbition held TOGETHER with the ComiFest. I was like WTH?! That's too weird! What does manga and cosplay have to do with weddings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrived at 10am, and got ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C8-zy_kGzjg/TX61AOnIeCI/AAAAAAAABBs/NB7hJiMVs6I/s1600/05032011060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-C8-zy_kGzjg/TX61AOnIeCI/AAAAAAAABBs/NB7hJiMVs6I/s320/05032011060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-014nfvbfUEY/TX61JeA-VtI/AAAAAAAABBw/qmVlQ7VlsT4/s1600/05032011061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-014nfvbfUEY/TX61JeA-VtI/AAAAAAAABBw/qmVlQ7VlsT4/s320/05032011061.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And it began. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist Showcase happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DzD7eKrSXgQ/TX6262s89gI/AAAAAAAABB8/z3ldVpTHX5w/s1600/05032011068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DzD7eKrSXgQ/TX6262s89gI/AAAAAAAABB8/z3ldVpTHX5w/s320/05032011068.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Ms Yeo rolling the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the artists have to finish their artwork within 30 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NNGIVNv1oxw/TX61Xq-KoEI/AAAAAAAABB0/cvXtJ1wHEZU/s1600/05032011064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NNGIVNv1oxw/TX61Xq-KoEI/AAAAAAAABB0/cvXtJ1wHEZU/s320/05032011064.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;End product: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gbXue2eTXLs/TX61lKTcIsI/AAAAAAAABB4/j0WboTbCyIM/s1600/05032011067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gbXue2eTXLs/TX61lKTcIsI/AAAAAAAABB4/j0WboTbCyIM/s320/05032011067.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And there's a little Pura there. Can you spot her? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rvyqnxgOq5k/TX63MTv4HEI/AAAAAAAABCA/82E7iIjfNe4/s1600/05032011069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rvyqnxgOq5k/TX63MTv4HEI/AAAAAAAABCA/82E7iIjfNe4/s320/05032011069.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the third artwork's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kroIgAIsr7I/TX63W7W3NQI/AAAAAAAABCE/931tFdrdFrw/s1600/05032011076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kroIgAIsr7I/TX63W7W3NQI/AAAAAAAABCE/931tFdrdFrw/s320/05032011076.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome (^~^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cosplayers (it is not a ComiFest if there are no cosplayers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1Y6gPL_0fIs/TX65Yl0wjzI/AAAAAAAABCI/geLAFBPMf7I/s1600/05032011071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1Y6gPL_0fIs/TX65Yl0wjzI/AAAAAAAABCI/geLAFBPMf7I/s320/05032011071.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her kimono was such that one of her shoulders could be seen. I wanted to take that but ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimonos are beautiful! I want to cosplay in them ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oJcSpXE9r5E/TX655BZwLmI/AAAAAAAABCM/zgJRvF2Ia0U/s1600/05032011072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oJcSpXE9r5E/TX655BZwLmI/AAAAAAAABCM/zgJRvF2Ia0U/s320/05032011072.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_7ND-AWf4s4/TX69VKu5bsI/AAAAAAAABCg/c7fo3gBctBs/s1600/05032011079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_7ND-AWf4s4/TX69VKu5bsI/AAAAAAAABCg/c7fo3gBctBs/s320/05032011079.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Allen Walker! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess the episode where this happens? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hint: He held a deck of cards.&amp;nbsp; :}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5AS1hPxLg0g/TX66EN81SQI/AAAAAAAABCQ/xy5fmIDhfIg/s1600/05032011075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5AS1hPxLg0g/TX66EN81SQI/AAAAAAAABCQ/xy5fmIDhfIg/s320/05032011075.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The SWAT Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eye opening experience. I had gotten to know more people and that's what I would take back. It had been a nice feeling, chatting and laughing with soon-to-be-friends. Perhaps that's why people volunteer. . . &lt;br /&gt;I would want to volunteer again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I got to meet the highlight of this event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GBrh4FqTWVQ/TX68N8zqhXI/AAAAAAAABCU/JtmRh3RE_Mg/s1600/196355_10150114834799795_650394794_6328366_8155021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GBrh4FqTWVQ/TX68N8zqhXI/AAAAAAAABCU/JtmRh3RE_Mg/s320/196355_10150114834799795_650394794_6328366_8155021_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kanda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rctATf1y00I/TX68UlD7RBI/AAAAAAAABCY/yx914C_-ZCI/s1600/200438_10150114835824795_650394794_6328377_7741430_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rctATf1y00I/TX68UlD7RBI/AAAAAAAABCY/yx914C_-ZCI/s320/200438_10150114835824795_650394794_6328377_7741430_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG, It's real hair!!! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-czsSmHJR9RA/TX68WTD3NPI/AAAAAAAABCc/WDOZCCoGJTc/s1600/199306_10150115411694795_650394794_6334848_4703445_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-czsSmHJR9RA/TX68WTD3NPI/AAAAAAAABCc/WDOZCCoGJTc/s320/199306_10150115411694795_650394794_6334848_4703445_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And our interpretation of Pura, the Neko mascot for this event ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eIy0D75Yjlk/TX69iYb5WiI/AAAAAAAABCk/seKflFw1UJU/s1600/05032011081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eIy0D75Yjlk/TX69iYb5WiI/AAAAAAAABCk/seKflFw1UJU/s320/05032011081.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;PURA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qGXgCQ54its/TX69pS4D2jI/AAAAAAAABCo/bwGlQF39Qnk/s1600/05032011080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qGXgCQ54its/TX69pS4D2jI/AAAAAAAABCo/bwGlQF39Qnk/s320/05032011080.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And another volunteer's sketch.&amp;nbsp; *Covers mouth*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS A PLEASANT DAY AND NIGHT ^___________________________________^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5916019216583620337?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5916019216583620337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5916019216583620337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5916019216583620337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5916019216583620337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/03/sg-comifest-2011.html' title='Sg ComiFest 2011!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9vw_XRA7xNo/TX60RHWRQ0I/AAAAAAAABBo/olCaKiSdH-s/s72-c/05032011059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1504116339113275396</id><published>2011-02-26T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:00:59.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Something Shiok</title><content type='html'>I was at Suntec City, at the 3rd floor. I gathered up my courage and asked the salesman something that I've wanted to do for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked him, "Could I try on these outfits?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he said, "Yes, of course."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fricking excited! Here was something that I've only hoped of wearing. He picked out the outfir that I had pointed at, took the uniform off the model's chest and gave it to me.Yes, I was in Otaku House. And I tried on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AoPwWflZn4U/TWj4GjZZZjI/AAAAAAAABBg/ExNL39N1aCs/s1600/cos0119-1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AoPwWflZn4U/TWj4GjZZZjI/AAAAAAAABBg/ExNL39N1aCs/s320/cos0119-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know this uniform, you should be ashamed. It's from Vampire Knights. Cool uniform, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it. ^__^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the cost was too much. $139 for the whole set? Mum said Malaysia would be cheaper. And she'd pinky-promised me. So I shall trust her again. But one can't help but doubt if she'll still remember that promise or that the cosplay outfits would be cheaper there like what she thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still, to have finally &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;tried cosplay is something that've made me very happy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1504116339113275396?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1504116339113275396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1504116339113275396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1504116339113275396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1504116339113275396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/something-shiok.html' title='Something Shiok'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AoPwWflZn4U/TWj4GjZZZjI/AAAAAAAABBg/ExNL39N1aCs/s72-c/cos0119-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-444597050392265400</id><published>2011-02-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:10:45.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been searching on a video on how to play the backup guitar for Pirates of the Caribbean and I chanced upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g5WB-p-QBJc" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder this video garnered more than 14 million views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay! I've finally found what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I_wl0ZGHtKU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-444597050392265400?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/444597050392265400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=444597050392265400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/444597050392265400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/444597050392265400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-searching-on-video-on-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/g5WB-p-QBJc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4994641052654231252</id><published>2011-02-20T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T10:20:15.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Celebrating a friend's birthday</title><content type='html'>I would say he was sweating and frantic all the way while he played this game. *laughs* Because otherwise, if he could not complete the puzzle in 15 minutes, he had to do ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A FORFEIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear him going about, pointing fingers and asking if they have a colour from the puzzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUsnxWNz-gA/TWBuUdKpXkI/AAAAAAAABBY/Hxwyr1FIt6U/s1600/CIMG0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUsnxWNz-gA/TWBuUdKpXkI/AAAAAAAABBY/Hxwyr1FIt6U/s320/CIMG0039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some of the guys just purposely tricked him, making Sam waste his precious time. He was screaming "F--- you!" in a very shrill and desperately voice. Haha. xD So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time was up. Soooo, he had to do it. He had to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had to do, The Sexy Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because he told me not to use the camera or the video, I followed. So too bad for you. You can't see the poses made by him. Haha. He was quite sporty though. Perfectly executed poses. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad he had invited me to his birthday chalet. I was able to use their bicycle and cycle the pathway! What fun it had been ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos will be posted later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ride was just fun and sweaty. Cause of of us had to relearn how to cycle again and he kept going off the pathway and into the bushes! So cute! Also nearly had some crashes but no one got (seriously) hurt. He improved too. Took an hour and a half to complete cycling in one direction and only 10 minuted back to the chalet. Fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day. And i had an enjoyable time spent there. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for inviting me Sam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4994641052654231252?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4994641052654231252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4994641052654231252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4994641052654231252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4994641052654231252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/celebrating-friends-birthday.html' title='Celebrating a friend&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kUsnxWNz-gA/TWBuUdKpXkI/AAAAAAAABBY/Hxwyr1FIt6U/s72-c/CIMG0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1998832853282137033</id><published>2011-02-13T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T10:36:31.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moisturisers'/><title type='text'>Review: Unscented Shea from Shea Radiance</title><content type='html'>We went out shopping and I had gotten a new moisturiser for my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtigdG6t89I/TVc7gwJioiI/AAAAAAAABA8/sIUtxZwYQNE/s1600/CIMG9989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtigdG6t89I/TVc7gwJioiI/AAAAAAAABA8/sIUtxZwYQNE/s320/CIMG9989.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got it at&lt;a href="http://www.onewellness.com.sg/default.aspx"&gt; One Wellness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;30 Robinson Road #13-01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Robinson Towers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;which was a 3-minute-walk from Raffles Place MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fitness club, but they also sold some body care products like body butter, essential oils etc. However, the body butter that they had only consisted of two types, one from the above company and the other from another company. A pitiful amount. But both were&lt;strong&gt; 100 % unrefined shea butter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ull-gPmPPno/TVc8CpmBvjI/AAAAAAAABBA/5uTNlIVaLN8/s1600/CIMG9991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ull-gPmPPno/TVc8CpmBvjI/AAAAAAAABBA/5uTNlIVaLN8/s320/CIMG9991.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been looking for something like this because I read from the Net that Shea butter could help eczema. And what's better than 100% pure, unrefined shea butter? Yet I still know that this is not actually The One. Because the shea butter I was on the lookout for was East African Shea Butter &lt;span style="color: green; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;(Vitellaria Nilotica) &lt;/span&gt;, but what I had received was West African. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't complain though, can I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been using this for two days now. It's quite greasy the moment I apply onto my body but the feeling will disappear soon because my body will absorb it like a desert taking in precious water. The areas where I used this is not red so I'm hoping this will work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;But to take the butter out from the container is a little difficult. I had to dig my fingernails into it and press it so that the butter will come out. Unlike other body butters, this is hard. Not soft and smooth that once I dip my fingers into it, out comes the moisturiser. Nope, I have to scratch it out. That is the most noticable difference from what other body butters that I've used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, &lt;/em&gt;seeing that I am a supporter of everything green and sustainable, I only have good things to say about the packaging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKnyaC5SJJg/TVdCwDg-a7I/AAAAAAAABBI/C9FGIiKFYgM/s1600/CIMG9990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKnyaC5SJJg/TVdCwDg-a7I/AAAAAAAABBI/C9FGIiKFYgM/s320/CIMG9990.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;10% of the proceeds goes to the Agricultural Initiative for Women in Africa (Agriwa)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1998832853282137033?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1998832853282137033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1998832853282137033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1998832853282137033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1998832853282137033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/review-unscented-shea-from-shea.html' title='Review: Unscented Shea from Shea Radiance'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtigdG6t89I/TVc7gwJioiI/AAAAAAAABA8/sIUtxZwYQNE/s72-c/CIMG9989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1508302776179307782</id><published>2011-02-11T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T18:48:46.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>I want an Iphone.</title><content type='html'>I want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUiqACxi-r4/TVUTI_UhWQI/AAAAAAAABA0/z5sKK1w2QJA/s1600/F201007141527401156013267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUiqACxi-r4/TVUTI_UhWQI/AAAAAAAABA0/z5sKK1w2QJA/s320/F201007141527401156013267.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To tell you the truth, I actually didn't want to get one, even with my brother nagging me to get that.&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;You have enough money what..&lt;/em&gt;This and that. I didn't see the need to get one. I mean sure, using the Internet from the Iphone makes things easier but do I really need that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm still a student. I'm not a working adult. And so, I rejected what my brother said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But when I went to visit my relatives and saw that one of them had an Iphone 3 and I asked her about the wonders of that (which in hindsight I shouldn't have),I fell in love with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She told me that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to the Internet would be fast and easy for Iphone 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can download games/apps to put inside my (would-be) Iphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;can go online everywhere and anywhere as long as I get a data plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And last but not least, I found that Iphone 4 can also act as a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;E-READER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's precisely why I did a 180 degrees in my attitude towards Iphone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want that E-reader. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But of course, what I want isn't what I need. And that doesn't mean that I/my parents can afford that for me, seeing that the data plan costs $40 per month. Which would be $480 per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do I earn any money? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need it for my studies? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they afford? Yes, but no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... after sulking for a few minutes, I see their point. Perhaps I'll wait until next year till I bug them to buy one for me. Perhaps then I could get one of these babies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TVUTNGfoU4I/AAAAAAAABA4/fiNWafSOzbI/s1600/3257791380450361976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TVUTNGfoU4I/AAAAAAAABA4/fiNWafSOzbI/s320/3257791380450361976.jpg" width="320" /&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/7141037733552113222-1508302776179307782?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1508302776179307782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1508302776179307782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1508302776179307782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1508302776179307782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-iphone.html' title='I want an Iphone.'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SUiqACxi-r4/TVUTI_UhWQI/AAAAAAAABA0/z5sKK1w2QJA/s72-c/F201007141527401156013267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4125482214693553535</id><published>2011-02-06T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T16:10:07.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xin Nian Kuai Le&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wan Shi Ru Yi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xin Xiang Shi Cheng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qing Chun Mei Li&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shi Ye Cheng Gong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Gong Xi Gong Xi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TU4HQSPOjQI/AAAAAAAABAc/d8f5iF6ud38/s1600/capt_3449dd4e9a0649dd874433a63e04c47f-3449dd4e9a0649dd874433a63e04c47f-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TU4HQSPOjQI/AAAAAAAABAc/d8f5iF6ud38/s320/capt_3449dd4e9a0649dd874433a63e04c47f-3449dd4e9a0649dd874433a63e04c47f-0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another new year -- the year of the Rabbit, to be precise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TU4KlycXxdI/AAAAAAAABAg/q80mwSmij1c/s1600/konijn.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TU4KlycXxdI/AAAAAAAABAg/q80mwSmij1c/s1600/konijn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- and that means . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Ang Paos!! Yeah! I wonder how much I've received. ^__^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is definitely the time to go visit my relatives, my favorite ones. They're always so hyper and incredibly fun to be with, all of them chatting and joking about. Even though most of the time I can't understand what they're talking about, just seeing their expressions are more than enough to make me laugh along. I bet you couldn't find a more heart warming family anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TVDwJhfP4JI/AAAAAAAABAk/8xaUj_nFC90/s1600/181979_10150101079657913_742692912_6349092_6759387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TVDwJhfP4JI/AAAAAAAABAk/8xaUj_nFC90/s320/181979_10150101079657913_742692912_6349092_6759387_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And since we'd all gathered there, we&amp;nbsp;started our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ANNUAL NIGHT GAMBLING DEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TVD51R7B6mI/AAAAAAAABAo/AhJ0_pIByhg/s1600/CIMG9495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TVD51R7B6mI/AAAAAAAABAo/AhJ0_pIByhg/s320/CIMG9495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It's almost a tradition for that to happen every year. Haha. That's the time when all the cards come out and the majong table is put to used. Some lost, some won. I didn't lose too much. Only 5 for the two nights of playing. And we had laughed ourselves silly while playing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad that had to end though. ... But there's still next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4125482214693553535?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4125482214693553535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4125482214693553535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4125482214693553535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4125482214693553535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TU4HQSPOjQI/AAAAAAAABAc/d8f5iF6ud38/s72-c/capt_3449dd4e9a0649dd874433a63e04c47f-3449dd4e9a0649dd874433a63e04c47f-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2953015137780887045</id><published>2011-02-02T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:00:44.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>JJ Odyssey Orientation 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAS JUST AWESOME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could beat the JJ Night, where we partiiieeeeed! Jumping up and down, moving to the beat of the music and singing so loudly with the Emcees!! Wooooooohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best is the Haunted Cave. Hehe, I heard some girls screaming! They were so shocked when the ghosts appeared. Even the ones that said they weren't afraid screamed. HAH!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I didn't.&lt;/strong&gt; And I was the first pair, together with my partner. Proud of myse-elf. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many people during this camp and I've got to know would-be friends. All thanks to this OG. We exchanged phone numbers and added each other on facebook. Hehe. I also saw many of my primary school friends there. I wonder if they still remember me . . . Probably not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I had plenty of fun here at this JC. It shows that JJ is not a bad choice after all. Hahaha, I think I'm falling in love with this school. With my school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Not forgetting to thank the wonderful OGLs which had made this camp so wonderful. Without them, I think this exhilarating feeling that I've felt&amp;nbsp;in these 3 days would not even exist, the feelings that I thought would only happen in mangas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thank You So So Much!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2953015137780887045?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2953015137780887045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2953015137780887045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2953015137780887045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2953015137780887045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/jj-odyssey-orientation-2011.html' title='JJ Odyssey Orientation 2011'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5196933213465142242</id><published>2011-01-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:25:56.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been given 2 new bags, one pair of shoes and a belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have gotten the bags of MY CHOICE! I am super duper happy~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TUVjyfLlB6I/AAAAAAAABAU/U-PkdLUqLqA/s1600/CIMG9424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TUVjyfLlB6I/AAAAAAAABAU/U-PkdLUqLqA/s320/CIMG9424.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we went to Ikea. Wonderful, nostalgic Ikea. So what if we didn't buy much. I got to eat the symbolic Hot-Dog. :D It would be a pity if the hot-dog store was shut down. All the memories of eating the pipping hot hot-dog with the sauces ... *dreamy sigh* Nothing could beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5196933213465142242?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5196933213465142242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5196933213465142242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5196933213465142242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5196933213465142242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-been-given-2-new-bags-one-pair-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TUVjyfLlB6I/AAAAAAAABAU/U-PkdLUqLqA/s72-c/CIMG9424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-812438619960893821</id><published>2011-01-29T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:43:39.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Review: Ruthless by Anne Stuart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TUOn6qItwJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/-45te2k6rqg/s1600/Ruthless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TUOn6qItwJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/-45te2k6rqg/s1600/Ruthless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Few outsiders will ever witness the dark misdeeds of the Heavenly Host. And among this secret society, where exiled Georgian aristocrats gather to indulge their carnal desires, fewer still can match the insatiable appetitie of their chief provocateur, the mysterious Viscount Rohan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pursuit of physical pleasure is both his preferred pastime and his most pressing urge, until he encounters the fascination of a woman who won't be swayed. And while his dark seduction appalls the pure and impoverished Elinor Harriman, she finds herself intrigued...and secretly drawn to the man behind the desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually good! I mean I've only read Stuart's Ice series which I love but I didn't think she could write a historical romance. Guess I was wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero is one of a kind. He is a very cynical man and then he meets Elinor. With her determination to not fall at his knees and the arguements she has with him everytime they meet, determined not to receive his charity, it almost feels like there is some passion underneath all that unwillingness that Elinor have of Francis, which is so sweet! I love reading the interaction they have together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's also a side romance between Elinor's sister, Lydia, and Francis's friend, Reading. The intense feeling that Reading has of Lydia is so ... how do I say it ... fasinating that I want their romance -- their courtship and their love-- to be featured in a book. Their own book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The begining and middle was great. It has thicker than what I usually read but I am glad I've took it up. However, the instance that Francis discovered that he love Elinor was a little too fast for me to imagine that to be real. Perhaps that starling discovery wouldn't last a few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp;Francis&amp;nbsp;had said of himself as being interested in Elinor and did not like himself being bored, one can't help but wonder when they married, how Rohan's interest in Elinor would continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, Francis had chased Elinor because she did not fall to his feet like the others. But once they had married, it would be that Francis would have Elinor's love. And I wonder if that's enough. But with Elinor's personality ... perhaps that would be. I could imagine them living together and quarrelling all those things that newlyweds would quarrel but that would be hidden with their love for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I am very interested in what happens after their happily-ever-after.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5 Stars for this book. A little flawed at the end but wonderful in the process.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-812438619960893821?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/812438619960893821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=812438619960893821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/812438619960893821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/812438619960893821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/review-ruthless-by-anne-stuart.html' title='Review: Ruthless by Anne Stuart'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TUOn6qItwJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/-45te2k6rqg/s72-c/Ruthless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-843263505121170376</id><published>2011-01-29T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:45:24.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>A new school, a new year</title><content type='html'>I should have posted this a few days ago but because of some Internet problems, I couldn't go online. But now I am here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now in a new school, in JC. And I am currently pleased with my choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, I met up with my primary school friend who was just &lt;strong&gt;SITTING NEXT&lt;/strong&gt; to me!! And we were in the same group! OMG. This is fate, definitely.&amp;nbsp;Because&amp;nbsp;of meeting her and having her beside me, I wasn't that afraid to chat to other of my group mates. Sufficient to say, I have some new contacts in my phone ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an opening principal speech and that told me many things. For one, discipline is very important. For another, the pincipal's a she. Haha, a stupid tidbit. But listening to her speech has made me realise that I MUST study hard and get good results, otherwise, I can't compete with the rest of the world. Some might think of this as kiasu but really, there are more than 6 billion people in the world. Minus the elderly and the children there is still about 60% or more all fighting for the jobs. If I can't stand the pressure and expectation, HOW CAN I EXPECT TO LIVE COMFORTABLY IN THIS WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, these few days was fun. We played, danced and cheered. Haha! I don't think I have made a wrong choice. Especially when we danced to the tune of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pRpeEdMmmQ0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was just exciting!&amp;nbsp;It felt like one that I usually read from a manga and not in real life. Plus&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp;group leaders were all crazy~. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon's our camp. Looking forward to that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's your schoool days going? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-843263505121170376?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/843263505121170376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=843263505121170376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/843263505121170376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/843263505121170376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-school-new-year.html' title='A new school, a new year'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pRpeEdMmmQ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6349353461822816479</id><published>2011-01-22T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:33:40.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>2nd time going for B &amp; P !</title><content type='html'>This really feels like I'm a part of their group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks W for inviting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpX9o-_PNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0SsRfTJIRmc/s1600/CIMG9268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpX9o-_PNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0SsRfTJIRmc/s320/CIMG9268.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpYtyRJXBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nnUiPHU4a3E/s1600/CIMG9265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpYtyRJXBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/nnUiPHU4a3E/s320/CIMG9265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpan6upcEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FYjFiLGoovc/s1600/CIMG9281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpan6upcEI/AAAAAAAAA_8/FYjFiLGoovc/s320/CIMG9281.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpa_e3oRqI/AAAAAAAABAA/uz3wA6Vy5os/s1600/CIMG9286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpa_e3oRqI/AAAAAAAABAA/uz3wA6Vy5os/s320/CIMG9286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;place&gt;Then onto pool!&lt;/place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpcW6rpdJI/AAAAAAAABAE/HZ1-dwdk7ko/s1600/CIMG9293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If this could last forever. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpdwT5JgXI/AAAAAAAABAM/C0KghiFCjCI/s1600/CIMG9296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpdwT5JgXI/AAAAAAAABAM/C0KghiFCjCI/s320/CIMG9296.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6349353461822816479?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6349353461822816479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6349353461822816479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6349353461822816479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6349353461822816479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/2nd-time-going-for-b-p.html' title='2nd time going for B &amp; P !'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpX9o-_PNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/0SsRfTJIRmc/s72-c/CIMG9268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2623817258760888741</id><published>2011-01-22T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:57:52.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Review: The Gift of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpU8hpFmTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/hlVACEve03E/s1600/gift_350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpU8hpFmTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/hlVACEve03E/s320/gift_350.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Families come in many configurations, and every one is unique, made up of the personalities of each member. But the love that connects families is universal. Whether it is the love of parents for their children, the love between a husband and wife, the love between siblings, a love that transcends generations, or even the love for a family member never met, the family ties that bind us are the strongest and deepest emotional connections we experience. Families influence a person's development, how they treat others, and how they view life. In The Gift of Love, eight exceptional writers offer a variety of unique perspectives on what family love means and how it impacts our lives in ways profound and often surprising.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I am leaning towards short stories now, though I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this book is really different from what I usually read. Take the previous review I've did, &lt;a href="http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/review-inked.html"&gt;Inked&lt;/a&gt;. What a huge difference it was. I mean, just look at the cover! One looks so demure while the other just oozes sex appeal. One is contemporary romance, has a sweet and pleasant after-taste while the other is paranormal, with more action that that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am being distracted. Back to the review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 8 stories inside this book. And I have already read one that made me fall in love with the author. The characters and the plot are way too cute! I won't be giving you the summary of all the stories because that would just be insane. Instead, I would choose a few to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off is &lt;em&gt;For the Love of Wendy&lt;/em&gt;. I had been surprised when I read this because I didn't know what type of book I'd picked up from the library; the blurb didn't help at all. Plus this was the first story and it had made me intrigued. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the storyline goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack needed a wife for his daughter. And who better else than&amp;nbsp;the one currently taking care of her. Just so this doesn't sound like those Mills and Boons books, it had not been forced at all. It was a willing decision on both parts. Now, the unique thing about this is that (because I seldom ... ok never read books which have that in&amp;nbsp;it) Wendy (and I quote) " was&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;child who had suffered trauma while still in the womb, and as a result, her intellectual maturity would never match that of her peers. "&amp;nbsp; so it was like another door from the World of Books had opened for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was okay, just that it seemed to be a little fast on the love thingy but that may just well be because I'd skimmed through rather than read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next story I'll be featuring is &lt;em&gt;Atticus gets a Mommy&lt;/em&gt; by Ann Christoper. Keenan wants Diana, and&amp;nbsp;she him too. But there's a problem. Keenan is handicapped. That's to say he has no use of his legs. So he pushes Diana away. And there's that conflict. Diana doesn't want him to pull away, and that's why she has been pushing his buttons here and there, trying to make him confess his love to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire the way Diana could wait years for Keenan. I'm not sure I could be like her. But I don't like Keenan's way of dealing with that. His unwillingness to just accept that Diana wanted to be with him was making me a little irritated. Especially when he does the 'You are mine' tactic and then pushes away from her again. It was kinda frustrating until he moved past the blockage and&amp;nbsp;tried to&amp;nbsp;mend the bridge between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 stars for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS: Atticus is Keenan's monkey. Can you believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one I'm featuring is the one that I'd mentioned on top. It's tittled &lt;em&gt;Wolf Watcher's Diet&lt;/em&gt;. It's super duper cute, funny and plain heart warming. Especially when Luke and Ella interacted. I love it when they chatted with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Ella was 'accidentally' bitten by Luke, who was a werewolf. She shifted. And woke up still stuck in her wolf body. And so she needed Luke's help to make sure she shifts back to a human again. By losing weight. Something about the extra fat that Ella has. Cue laughing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the best story in this book. Love Ella and Luke ^__^ , though Ella had accepted her fate a little too easily. No questions, no what-the-hell?!!! moment that should have appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, 4 out of 5 Stars for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Overall, it's a lovely book. Good enough to waste away your weekend time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.5 out of 5&lt;/strong&gt; for the entire packaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2623817258760888741?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2623817258760888741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2623817258760888741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2623817258760888741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2623817258760888741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/review-gift-of-love.html' title='Review: The Gift of Love'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTpU8hpFmTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/hlVACEve03E/s72-c/gift_350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-3354182683522634309</id><published>2011-01-20T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:25:30.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Review: Inked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTfHL0kA29I/AAAAAAAAA_g/fEY8GQFWedw/s1600/c26769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTfHL0kA29I/AAAAAAAAA_g/fEY8GQFWedw/s320/c26769.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four of today's hottest urban fantasy writers together for the first time! From today's most provocative authors come four tales of urban fantasy and paranormal romance exploring body art that is more than it seems-in a world of magic and mayhem that always leaves its mark. This captivating tattoo theme surrounds each author's popular characters and worlds: Karen Chance 's war mage Lia de Croissets, Marjorie M. Liu 's demon-hunter Maxine Kiss, Yasmine Galenorn 's Otherworld Intelligence Agency operative Camille D'Artigo, and Eileen Wilk 's Lupi world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite surprised with me enjoying this book. Usually I don't prefer reading short stories because they're either too weak (as in the plot) or the story progresses too fast for my liking. However, my view for Inked differs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noticeable difference about this is that the stories are like a prolouge or an extra story added to the already published book that had featured the characters. So instead of the authors having to create new characters and to fit an interesting plot into about 130 pages, these writers just added the storyline to the already rock-hard characters! And this is what made Inked so fasinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is Skin Deep. Lia is a headstrong female (who isn't?) who finds that there is something suspicious about a murder case. And not just any type, it's one that had it's victims skinned whole. Were victims. So yeah, this is definitely a paranormal-cum-mystery-cum-romance. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is Armor of Roses. I think I have read the story that happened before this. This story should sort-of be like an extra. After all, there's Zee, Dek, Mal, Aaz and Raw. Not forgetting Maxine and Grant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third is Etched in Silver. I am thinking this is the prolouge for another book that should be coming out. Although I like all the stories here, I have to say, this was my favourite. You can't beat the starting of the romance between the two characters, Camille and Trillian. And the moment they met each other. After reading this, I am up for the series done by Yasmine Galenorn. I have to confess, though, I have some suspicion that I have seen the books written by her many times in the library but did not want to pick them up after I read the back summary. Perhaps I shall try them the next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final story is Human Nature. I was pulled in to this story and I enjoyed it. But there was one problem --- it had too much twist and turns. Or just too much mystery things going on. My brain can't taking that type of guessing. So the way Lily solved the case was lost on me, because I couldn't even think by the time she reached the conclusion. But that's all right. She found the killer (with the help of Rule), arrested her and saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall, I have enjoyed this book throughly. I would advise you to pick Inked up because it is good. And doesn't have all those things the other short stories books have. You'll be immersed in them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rating: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-3354182683522634309?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3354182683522634309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=3354182683522634309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3354182683522634309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3354182683522634309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/review-inked.html' title='Review: Inked'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTfHL0kA29I/AAAAAAAAA_g/fEY8GQFWedw/s72-c/c26769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4670633096343175415</id><published>2011-01-17T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:14:51.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They take my breath away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhbK2bMTRbI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhbK2bMTRbI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love how they walked into the crowd like nothing had happened xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4aTlrldj4U0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4aTlrldj4U0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her!! I find her so fasinating. Sue is really a complex character. I like her ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4670633096343175415?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4670633096343175415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4670633096343175415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4670633096343175415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4670633096343175415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-take-my-breath-away.html' title='They take my breath away'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-9129013039472140309</id><published>2011-01-13T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:34:50.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>A game</title><content type='html'>Got invited to a game of bowling at CSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was actually the first time where I was invited to an activity which was not one that required everyone's participation, like our class BBQ. 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Looks so cool! And funny! xD&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Beauty World for pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKfS3zq0RI/AAAAAAAAA_M/m7uVtZhHB8A/s1600/163214_485365137292_521112292_6142661_2850787_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKfS3zq0RI/AAAAAAAAA_M/m7uVtZhHB8A/s320/163214_485365137292_521112292_6142661_2850787_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKfT2xrR8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Lg4WQmxTDPI/s1600/164069_485365567292_521112292_6142673_3028649_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKfT2xrR8I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Lg4WQmxTDPI/s320/164069_485365567292_521112292_6142673_3028649_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKfVQQcyaI/AAAAAAAAA_U/hqVZ3urMvBo/s1600/166143_485365402292_521112292_6142668_450455_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKfVQQcyaI/AAAAAAAAA_U/hqVZ3urMvBo/s320/166143_485365402292_521112292_6142668_450455_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And then we chatted/conversed about our choice of schools. T was persuading people to go to PJC. :} Everyone got into the topic and some even changed their minds about their first/second choices. Haha, this just made things even more confusing and frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lot of us were planning to go to PJC. I guess this means that if I included PJC inside my choice and got accepted, there'll be quite a few familiar faces. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to submit my choice tonight. But first, I have to decide which course would suit me. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKcK13d23I/AAAAAAAAA-I/sHQLrXUiJRg/s1600/162959_485362552292_521112292_6142611_5439206_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-9129013039472140309?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9129013039472140309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=9129013039472140309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/9129013039472140309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/9129013039472140309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/game.html' title='A game'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TTKejRxGXsI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/72s8X1eMM_I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7868440757919895844</id><published>2011-01-11T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:04:36.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes yes yes!!</title><content type='html'>Got my O level results yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am pleased with it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I came a hour early for the results collection. And I wandered about. =.= Nothing&amp;nbsp;and (almost) no one to talk to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwCG8M72AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZkgxYgyN6UE/s1600/CIMG9187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwCG8M72AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZkgxYgyN6UE/s320/CIMG9187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwCaSWgumI/AAAAAAAAA9M/3Ge2sqsqJnY/s1600/CIMG9188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwCaSWgumI/AAAAAAAAA9M/3Ge2sqsqJnY/s320/CIMG9188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwDD_kra3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/0QMtv8OQ5UE/s1600/CIMG9189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwDD_kra3I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/0QMtv8OQ5UE/s320/CIMG9189.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's where I sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sat down in the hall and when the teacher was briefing us, I was sweating. I could feel my underarms being sticky. Haha, thank god I have no BO ... or do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when they showed the Top 5, &amp;nbsp;I ... had this surge, thinking that I could be in it.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, I wasn't. Defeated by E1 and my classmates. And did anyone realise that all the Top 5 were foreigners? Wow, Singaporeans are really being overpowered by them. Got to work hard now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 point less and I could be in it. And have my name displayed... *sigh* Still, I love my points ^^ Though to some it may be unlucky, cause it's 13 afterall. Thankfully it wasn't a&amp;nbsp;Friday. Otherwise it'll be 13 on Friday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I collected my results, some people were still nervously waiting for it. Haha. Took this time to frame and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwJ4Az6BQI/AAAAAAAAA98/ruXH8a1_CjQ/s1600/CIMG9192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwJ4Az6BQI/AAAAAAAAA98/ruXH8a1_CjQ/s320/CIMG9192.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwH4iIbbeI/AAAAAAAAA90/IHAj0thnhDI/s1600/CIMG9190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwH4iIbbeI/AAAAAAAAA90/IHAj0thnhDI/s320/CIMG9190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwIYws0JtI/AAAAAAAAA94/GeYFomi4jvo/s1600/CIMG9191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwIYws0JtI/AAAAAAAAA94/GeYFomi4jvo/s320/CIMG9191.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;:D They said something along the lines of "Why are you taking this??!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;For memories sake of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now onto the next step in my life. Choosing a new school. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I can meet new friends who can accept me for who I am and how I look like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I went to some teachers to talk to them. Amazed towards Mdm A, slighty sad to Mdm L, pleased as hell to Ms Y, gulity towards Mdm A and ... disappointed to Mrs G. I couldn't believe it. My humantites, the ones that I love, I received Bs. My favourite Geography, I got B3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;B3!!! And&amp;nbsp; Mrs Goh had already warned us before not to be complacent. I wasn't. But B3! I feel like I have disappointed her. Me who should have gotten an A for Geo. I can't believe that. I should have been stronger in that. Regret tastes salty. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My eyes got a little watery when we talked together. I'll surely miss her. Her lessons were always interesting no matter what. And what she told me made me quite happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"4E2 will always be my favourite class."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Love you Mrs Goh. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7868440757919895844?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7868440757919895844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7868440757919895844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7868440757919895844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7868440757919895844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/yes-yes-yes.html' title='Yes yes yes!!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSwCG8M72AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZkgxYgyN6UE/s72-c/CIMG9187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7640680264494144637</id><published>2011-01-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:12:18.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't cook?  ... Yeah right.</title><content type='html'>Who said I can't huh? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just because I don't cook does not mean I can't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I say, "It's my Dad who does the cooking," please do NOT assume that I am like a spolit brat who doesn't even contribute to my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can cook. It's just whether I want to or not. So don't look at me with those frickingpityingeyes and say, or even converse with me that I am such a stupid girl, that I should be able to cook, BECAUSE I CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN COOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSf8H3e0ujI/AAAAAAAAA9E/akIuxhS675M/s1600/CIMG9183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSf8H3e0ujI/AAAAAAAAA9E/akIuxhS675M/s320/CIMG9183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? THAT'S WHAT I HAD COOK FOR MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me, then just keep your mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Even if you don't say anything, no one will think you are mute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7640680264494144637?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7640680264494144637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7640680264494144637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7640680264494144637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7640680264494144637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-cant-cook-yeah-right.html' title='I can&apos;t cook?  ... Yeah right.'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSf8H3e0ujI/AAAAAAAAA9E/akIuxhS675M/s72-c/CIMG9183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5670665519346659829</id><published>2011-01-07T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:44:37.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I should have wrote this two days before but because I was in a procrastinating mood, it was delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have read the newspaper then you should know (and don't need this anxious girl to tell you that... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONDAY 10 JAN IS THE RELEASE OF THE O LEVEL RESULTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually saw this first on Twitter. Can you imagine? Just shows how far technology has penetrated my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that, I was so shocked. I thought it would only come out around the last week of Jan. WTH! Only 3 more days till that life changing moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God! I am really afraid. Scared that I can't get into the school that I want, that I got more points than what I wanted and that I disappointed everyone, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that I didn't do a good job during the O levels period. I used the computer at night, didn't really want, didn't felt the &lt;em&gt;urge&lt;/em&gt; to make myself proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Freaking loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5670665519346659829?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5670665519346659829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5670665519346659829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5670665519346659829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5670665519346659829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-i-should-have-wrote-this-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2901254956151222044</id><published>2011-01-05T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:58:22.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga'/><title type='text'>Manga Review: HIMITSU NO HIMEGIMI UWASA NO OUJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSQSAb7JZoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Yqv49jmkn6A/s1600/cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSQSAb7JZoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Yqv49jmkn6A/s320/cover.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Aerandria Scans:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roochen and Galnia are two countries that have been at war with each other for a long time. Now that peace has been established, princess Aldina of Roochen has to marry the prince of Galnia. However, according to the rumors, the prince of Galnia is a total debauch, and he does nothing but playing around?! Aldina wants to see for herself who the prince really is, so she disguised herself as a boy and tried to approach the prince...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since I've did a manga review. A nice way to kick off the new year, yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cracks my knuckles.* Let's get started then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story line is cute, cuddly and slight funny. Aldina is living in a cage -- not literally-- until she heards that she will marry the rumored prince. So she decides to take off to see him, while she is in disguise, and check if he is really what she hears. Now this feels like one of the books which I have read a long time ago. The start feels vaguely similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they got to know each other better and slowly, they fall in love. But there are obstacles that threaten their union. And they have to overcome them, otherwise ... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did like the beginning, however, as the chapters progresses, I feel that&amp;nbsp;Aldina is somewhat of a crybaby. There are always tears on her eyes when something bad is going to happen or is happening. And she is like the females that would give up quite quickly when she realises that there would be no way out. I mean, if she could just hold on a little more, Izzy would come and save her. But she does turn back and return once she has realised her true feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is not really good is that I could not see much romance from Izzy. Mostly it's from Al, her actions and blushing face, but not much from Izzy. I mean, sure he blushes a little but could he actually tell her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I love you, Al. Forever and ever more."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something like that. I know I would love to hear that. That's almost like a typical male behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still, this manga was quite nice. It was nice chasing this for ...&lt;em&gt; (how long?) &lt;/em&gt;until the manga ended. But I don't think I would re-read this again. A one shot manga, I would say it is to me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3 out of 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It can be seen on Mangafox.com or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/himitsu_no_himegimi_uwasa_no_ouji/v01/c001/3.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2901254956151222044?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2901254956151222044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2901254956151222044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2901254956151222044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2901254956151222044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/manga-review-himitsu-no-himegimi-uwasa.html' title='Manga Review: HIMITSU NO HIMEGIMI UWASA NO OUJI'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSQSAb7JZoI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Yqv49jmkn6A/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7620861875896621808</id><published>2011-01-05T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:14:59.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st day of school. ... or not.</title><content type='html'>So I should have wrote this post on Monday instead. But it's better late than never. Let this post begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; week of school~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;first day&amp;nbsp;of school in 2010, waking up early, feeling refreshed and ready to go off to school! And anticipating seeing my friends and classmates again, laughing and joking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I've not received my results yet, the start of school is a month away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I will not go to the JC of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have to retake my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have to stay back for one more year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my score is 26 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7620861875896621808?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7620861875896621808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7620861875896621808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7620861875896621808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7620861875896621808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/1st-day-of-school-or-not.html' title='The 1st day of school. ... or not.'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-3788671217675414734</id><published>2011-01-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:32:46.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>I'm Home!</title><content type='html'>A new year, kicked of with me reaching home in the afternoon. Nothing like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although now, I understand why people like to travel. It's the moment of experiencing something different from what they're used to in that few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two weeks at KL is really interesting. Granted, Mondays to Saturdays were all spent at the office but I was able to fill up my time. Plus I now have some ideas on how to spend the remaining month till I receive my results. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2011th Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-3788671217675414734?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3788671217675414734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=3788671217675414734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3788671217675414734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3788671217675414734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2374374759434370313</id><published>2010-12-28T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:33:22.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ok, so I haven't really updated my blog daily but I'll give you some updates now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently bunking in my other aunty's house for some days ( 2 or 3? ). Her family is very close, always laughing themselves out. I do feel a little envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going back to Singapore on New Year's eve. Too soon, but late enough for my Mum's Birthday. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely will miss staying with my relatives here, but sleeping till 10am every morning is one that I look forward to. Finally, I will get enough beauty sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am also hoping to get a job and volunteer when I go back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I will &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(probably) &lt;/span&gt;be more appreciative of my Dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I will continue my guitar playing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I will start learning to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright, that's about what I have in my mind now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adiós, my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2374374759434370313?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2374374759434370313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2374374759434370313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2374374759434370313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2374374759434370313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok-so-i-havent-really-updated-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2006847590573919575</id><published>2010-12-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:51:58.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINTER SOLSTICE FESTIVAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tong yuan, tong yuan, tongyuan, tongyuan tongyuantongyuan&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/7141037733552113222-2006847590573919575?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2006847590573919575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2006847590573919575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2006847590573919575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2006847590573919575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-winter-solstice-festival-today-tong.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2887173172575487344</id><published>2010-12-20T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:33:38.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to remember'/><title type='text'>I'm still here~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's been exactly 1 week since I've said bye bye to Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Great! Never been better. My skin is still&amp;nbsp;smooth and&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;red ...&amp;nbsp;much but &amp;nbsp;I do feel sleepy. Sleeping at 12 am every night and waking up for work at 6.30am surely will make a girl feel tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming here to KL, has made me realised that having many close relatives are a very good thing. Though they live far away, everytime I come here, it seems that we are closer every moment we meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seldom do I see them for such a continous time. It is indeed&amp;nbsp;something to be treasured.&amp;nbsp; Because I know that for the next few years, I would not have the opportunity to live here for this long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bunked in at my other aunty's house for 1 night. &lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I was scared&amp;nbsp;of my uncle, because he would always say&amp;nbsp;in loud and abrupt sentences, and I deemed that he was scolding me. But now that I have become used to his way of speaking, I find that he's a funny, kind and lovely man. Time spent with him does make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I can tell my child's mind that, Hey! He's not bad at all. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSP0CwNwLgI/AAAAAAAAA84/Gg4G1kcE2Kg/s1600/167649_488021338795_603893795_5785134_777301_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSP0CwNwLgI/AAAAAAAAA84/Gg4G1kcE2Kg/s320/167649_488021338795_603893795_5785134_777301_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSP0UXkzTwI/AAAAAAAAA88/750ynQt8KwQ/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSP0UXkzTwI/AAAAAAAAA88/750ynQt8KwQ/s320/untitled.bmp" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Empire, and took many photos there. Or should I say, I posed and she took them. I believe that if my friends saw me there, they would be very shocked. Shamelessly, I have posed in front of the decorations, where people could see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that embarassing?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was at first, but then the photo taking just morphed into something crazy and fun. Want to see the photos? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to wait then, cause I don't have the negatives now. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also gained a new jacket. It looked like an anime character would wear !! Cosplay!&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the&amp;nbsp;white version first. But then decided to take the black one. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was quite expensive. . . and my aunty bought that for me.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for that. A Christmas present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I have this thought that I am like a freeloader here. They provide lodging,&amp;nbsp;pay for my food and my items. And they're not cheap. And I am doing nothing to repay them. Instead I am taking advantage of that. . .&amp;nbsp;. I do feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I should refrain myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Another 2 weeks to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Another 2 weeks to enjoy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Another 2 weeks to love my relatives more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Another 2 weeks to 'cheat' my kind and generous relatives of their money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, good day,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2887173172575487344?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2887173172575487344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2887173172575487344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2887173172575487344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2887173172575487344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here~'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSP0CwNwLgI/AAAAAAAAA84/Gg4G1kcE2Kg/s72-c/167649_488021338795_603893795_5785134_777301_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-3880698674694776323</id><published>2010-12-15T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:24:11.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>3rd Day</title><content type='html'>I have realised that between typing in items and running up and down to do stuff for my employer,&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I would prefer running up and down.&lt;/span&gt; It helps that the company is only 3 storeys high too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I have seen a real, live, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;illegal bookie.&lt;/span&gt; He just suddenly, out of nowhere appeared while we were having breakfast and subtly took out his notebook and asked the numbers. Interesting. And after that, he disappeared as quick as a ninja. With a turn of my head, he was waayy back asking the shop owner for her numbers. Now that is what I call quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSPyJPtJNsI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DOoDrsaQdVw/s1600/166344_487990788795_603893795_5784623_7645102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSPyJPtJNsI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DOoDrsaQdVw/s320/166344_487990788795_603893795_5784623_7645102_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have noted that in Malaysia, there is &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no such thing as an illegal parking space.&lt;/span&gt; Cars&amp;nbsp;park just outside the food stalls, even if there weren't any indications, even if the stalls are next to the expressways. They still stop there! Luckily, Malaysia has plenty of space for roads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-3880698674694776323?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3880698674694776323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=3880698674694776323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3880698674694776323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3880698674694776323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/3rd-day.html' title='3rd Day'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSPyJPtJNsI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DOoDrsaQdVw/s72-c/166344_487990788795_603893795_5784623_7645102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1334067410394923918</id><published>2010-12-14T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:28:12.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>It's the second day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning, preparing to set off for my new job:&amp;nbsp;an errand girl for my relatives' company. It felt something like an internship, where I get some experience and they give me a roof over my head ( one that is very fine) and food, three times a day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjIT10o_II/AAAAAAAAA8E/zzAu81d8_GE/s1600/CIMG2480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjIT10o_II/AAAAAAAAA8E/zzAu81d8_GE/s320/CIMG2480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;stayed&lt;/s&gt; worked&amp;nbsp;there from 9 to 6, experiencing what the working world would offer. It was alright, but there was limited human contact; it was within the same place where I &lt;s&gt;worked&lt;/s&gt; offered my services and there were 3 constant people working there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On our way to the place, I saw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjJPrFMX5I/AAAAAAAAA8M/tUJEieI6-B4/s1600/CIMG2485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjJPrFMX5I/AAAAAAAAA8M/tUJEieI6-B4/s320/CIMG2485.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjJj9jPL2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Og8LmQQYqDs/s1600/CIMG2487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjJj9jPL2I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Og8LmQQYqDs/s320/CIMG2487.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It is a little ... worrying. Like a scrapyard for unwanted wooden materials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But the scenery in front was very very cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjIjD7VFAI/AAAAAAAAA8I/s_Y7I7g7Ak4/s1600/CIMG2484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjIjD7VFAI/AAAAAAAAA8I/s_Y7I7g7Ak4/s320/CIMG2484.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjKwBCwmKI/AAAAAAAAA8U/SIEKD11cQ6w/s1600/CIMG2492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjKwBCwmKI/AAAAAAAAA8U/SIEKD11cQ6w/s320/CIMG2492.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjLAtVcwSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Qi6QrCPu1fk/s1600/CIMG2495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjLAtVcwSI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Qi6QrCPu1fk/s320/CIMG2495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This can't be seen in Singapore. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Some of my relatives weren't alerted that I would come alone and they were surprised to say the least. Haha! There are some more which I think haven't know it yet, so I'm hoping to shock them. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Also, for the first time, I did Tai-Chi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSPyrPZF_nI/AAAAAAAAA8s/V8SSpsb76oM/s1600/167317_487996168795_603893795_5784665_1348642_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSPyrPZF_nI/AAAAAAAAA8s/V8SSpsb76oM/s320/167317_487996168795_603893795_5784665_1348642_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You know, the word Tai-Chi makes me think of people doing it in parks or gardens. But this was different. It was in a primary school, and in the evening somemore. It was a relatively cloudy night. Tonight was a half moon. Beside the moon, there was a shining and bright star. "They're like lovers," my aunty commented. Indeed they were. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The thing that sets Malaysia apart from Singapore, for me, is the ability to see the stars and&amp;nbsp;moon. Unlike Singapore &lt;em&gt;(and this kills me to admit it)&lt;/em&gt;, Malaysia does not have much high-rise buildings or tall tress. These would not block the view of the stars-interested person. I could count more than 7 stars in the sky! My eyes were shining very brightly when I counted them.&amp;nbsp;I bet you could imagine them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But back to Tai-Chi.&amp;nbsp;The first set we did as a group was simple breathing and hand movements. I could keep up with that. And I thought, &lt;em&gt;It's easy. Isn't there more challenging?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I got my wish. The next was moving both the hands and legs. That was more difficult. I guess I looked as graceful as a dog dancing on two legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSPytPoQmpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/p1EaFUDJHbI/s1600/166593_487996868795_603893795_5784676_2832621_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TSPytPoQmpI/AAAAAAAAA8w/p1EaFUDJHbI/s320/166593_487996868795_603893795_5784676_2832621_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The third set required the use of a sword. An actual sword!! Wow. &lt;/div&gt;I played with the sword, slid it in and out of the hilt, pretending that I was a samurai. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate supper and came back,&lt;br /&gt;What a nice thing to end the day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to thank my parents for allowing me to come here, and my friends who didn't send any sms to me to invite me out. Because without them, I would not keep complaining that I'm bored, grating on my parents' nerves until they came up with this solution. So I guess, everything will end up good and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1334067410394923918?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1334067410394923918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1334067410394923918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1334067410394923918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1334067410394923918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjIT10o_II/AAAAAAAAA8E/zzAu81d8_GE/s72-c/CIMG2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-3284473585509220871</id><published>2010-12-13T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:51:06.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Day 1 of KL Trip</title><content type='html'>Yes. I have gone to see my relatives and live there for 2/3 weeks alone. No family members are with me. I sense the taste of independent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove down to KL with my cousin. Thankfully he came home, otherwise, I would still be stuck bored and waiting for my friends to contact me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the old jail -- it had a worn down gate and bore the name: 1895-- which my cousin said once held the worst criminals, while driving out. Too bad I didn't take a photo of it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I am in my relatives' house, with one peeking out above my shoulder as I write this.&amp;nbsp; Very interesting right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjHV_-dy8I/AAAAAAAAA8A/PGZJqn9vW3Y/s1600/CIMG2477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjHV_-dy8I/AAAAAAAAA8A/PGZJqn9vW3Y/s320/CIMG2477.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Part of our dinner, patiently prepared by Aunty. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-3284473585509220871?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3284473585509220871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=3284473585509220871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3284473585509220871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3284473585509220871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-1-of-kl-trip.html' title='Day 1 of KL Trip'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQjHV_-dy8I/AAAAAAAAA8A/PGZJqn9vW3Y/s72-c/CIMG2477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8831095830892477335</id><published>2010-12-11T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:29:39.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothings'/><title type='text'>How's the outfit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMXm1AG6hI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KgRLmE0x95s/s1600/CIMG2432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMXm1AG6hI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KgRLmE0x95s/s320/CIMG2432.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe, it was actually for my Mom, but she altered it a little at the back ( too loose!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMcLWy4kgI/AAAAAAAAA7w/MvH0sSkXsoQ/s1600/CIMG2436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMcLWy4kgI/AAAAAAAAA7w/MvH0sSkXsoQ/s320/CIMG2436.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like it. Though the layer was very thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn't believe what I saw that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplayers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goodness, there were so many!! Makes me want to cosplay myself, even if Mom feels the need to point out it is acting cute. I don't think so. I think it is just a way to be another character in another dimension. It is totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMoJ4SHWWI/AAAAAAAAA70/klxSu6v9jmU/s1600/162967_473995868795_603893795_5572803_1988772_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMoJ4SHWWI/AAAAAAAAA70/klxSu6v9jmU/s320/162967_473995868795_603893795_5572803_1988772_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMoN3km-XI/AAAAAAAAA74/y_b7ZnKDAhI/s1600/163094_473996018795_603893795_5572805_1156565_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMoN3km-XI/AAAAAAAAA74/y_b7ZnKDAhI/s320/163094_473996018795_603893795_5572805_1156565_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMoT5-Z3QI/AAAAAAAAA78/heFsc4lEvZs/s1600/154801_473996613795_603893795_5572813_3278579_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMoT5-Z3QI/AAAAAAAAA78/heFsc4lEvZs/s320/154801_473996613795_603893795_5572813_3278579_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?id=603893795&amp;amp;pid=5572828#!/album.php?aid=261612&amp;amp;id=603893795"&gt;Here&amp;nbsp;they will be!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8831095830892477335?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8831095830892477335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8831095830892477335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8831095830892477335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8831095830892477335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/hows-outfit.html' title='How&apos;s the outfit?'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TQMXm1AG6hI/AAAAAAAAA7s/KgRLmE0x95s/s72-c/CIMG2432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2485689397865922384</id><published>2010-12-09T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:10:52.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother has a layer of dust in his room. On his objects, along his shelf and on his books. It has been accumulated for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is to just slide your finger on any area, and -- poof! -- there's grime and dirt on your finger. *Shivers* Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2485689397865922384?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2485689397865922384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2485689397865922384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2485689397865922384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2485689397865922384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-brother-has-layer-of-dust-in-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-3240402163284064045</id><published>2010-11-30T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:21:04.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>3rd day into guitar lessons</title><content type='html'>And I still cannot believe that I have a guitar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a very lovely, polished classical guitar that my Mum bought for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I want to use my own savings to buy, but then I thought that that savings come from Mum and so ... is there any difference in using her money or my savings to pay? Because essentially, it all comes from her. But I suppose the feeling is different bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSkiKRdYTI/AAAAAAAAA7k/9G0pBQkc_TE/s1600/4ee77ae6b191c816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSkiKRdYTI/AAAAAAAAA7k/9G0pBQkc_TE/s1600/4ee77ae6b191c816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I carried the guitar, holding onto the guitar case, is somewhat exciting. I mean, I am one of the people who has a guitar. And carrying it around makes me feel like I'm the IT people. You know, the people who are cool because they know how to play the guitar. Of course, I haven't even started yet, but those strangers don't know that correct? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The sense of people admiring me &lt;em&gt;(perhaps)&lt;/em&gt; is strong enough for me to carry her everywhere I go. Haha! God knows how much I admire those people who are able to play a musical instrument. And now I'm one of them. With the help of her, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly feeling very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSlyCtlquI/AAAAAAAAA7o/3UwcfwBCgZk/s1600/f4d5875069d86570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSlyCtlquI/AAAAAAAAA7o/3UwcfwBCgZk/s1600/f4d5875069d86570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am also glad that I had chosen a classical guitar as opposed to an acoustic. Classicals are so much easier to play; there is not much pain on my fingertips when I press onto the nylon strings. While the acoustics have steel strings and just pressing onto them for 10s will cause my fingertips to hurt. I can practice on her for up to an hour and my fingertips won't hurt &lt;em&gt;(not as much when playing the acoustic, anyway) &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So take it from a complete beginner. Getting a classical guitar is better over an acoustic one because there will not be much pain involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get into the lessons in the Community Centres but the registrations are &lt;em&gt;(mostly) &lt;/em&gt;closed! All have begun in late Oct or early Nov. Why aren't there any ones that teach in Dec? Now I have to wait until next year&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;_&amp;lt; Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, there are many free online lessons. There's one in &lt;a href="http://guitar.about.com/od/guitarlessons/u/lessons.htm"&gt;About.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;,&amp;nbsp; but I still prefer a teacher's touch. Nothing can beat a real teacher who can check my mistakes and correct them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, she is &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;calling me. Gotta concentrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you~&lt;br /&gt;Ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-3240402163284064045?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3240402163284064045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=3240402163284064045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3240402163284064045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3240402163284064045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/3rd-day-into-guitar-lessons.html' title='3rd day into guitar lessons'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSkiKRdYTI/AAAAAAAAA7k/9G0pBQkc_TE/s72-c/4ee77ae6b191c816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6526287638514443975</id><published>2010-11-30T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:45:55.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Twilgiht Barbie! and Ken too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSdbrjx9yI/AAAAAAAAA7g/rZeZ3KJnXfs/s1600/twilight_barbie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSdbrjx9yI/AAAAAAAAA7g/rZeZ3KJnXfs/s320/twilight_barbie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who will buy these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6526287638514443975?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6526287638514443975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6526287638514443975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6526287638514443975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6526287638514443975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/youve-gotta-be-kidding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPSdbrjx9yI/AAAAAAAAA7g/rZeZ3KJnXfs/s72-c/twilight_barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6653581208658000607</id><published>2010-11-28T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T12:02:35.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbie was on a shoot in Hollywood for her upcoming movie "The Princess and the Pea", when the director fires her for expressing her opinion. As she is packing to leave the studio, Ken calls her on the phone and substancially dumps her. She decides to go and live at her Aunt Millicent's fashion house in Paris, France. While she is on the plane, Ken is rehearsing with his friend. He discovers that she has recorded his voice and played it on his phone to make it seem as if he dumped Barbie. As soon as he realizes, he calls Barbie's friends. They tell him to make her believe it and make it up to her he has to preform a 'grand romantic jesture'. So Ken decides to fly on a plane to Paris and surprise her. So he books a plane and gets ready to fly to Paris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about this movie is that this is very different from the others. In this movie, Barbie acts as .....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not any other character, but just Barbie. It, itself, is just shocking. I would say, judging from this movie, that the producers are trying on a different tactic on selling Barbie to the world, that she is no longer just a usual fairytale character but more of a real life one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;A Fashion Fairytale&lt;/em&gt;, Barbie is an actress, who's currently acting in a movie but had been fired because of her opinion about something. Obstacles are in her way and she has to overcome them. Like&amp;nbsp;knowing&amp;nbsp;Ken had supposedly broke up with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken!! I reckon this is the first time I had seen the name Ken mentioned in all of the other Barbie movies. He is such an amusing guy! When the plane was stuck, he doggedly made other arrangements to surprise Barbie in Paris. When his pants split, showing his (red hearts) underwear to the world, he still muttered: "It's all for Barbie. It's all for Barbie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice movie, showing both views of the characters, Barbie and Ken. And, as usual, there is a moral to the story, which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whatever happens, even when people badmouth you,&amp;nbsp;or write nasty comments about you,&amp;nbsp;you must still believe in yourself, in your own special ability. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even though the starting was something like the real life, the 3 cute &lt;strike&gt;fairies&lt;/strike&gt; flaries were not. But you cannot except that Barbie movies are not magical in their own sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the ending was ... really like a princess ending. The producers seem to move away from the fairytales plot at the beginning but they persist in having a princess ending. Die die must have one.&amp;nbsp;And the result is Barbie and Ken having a kiss (yes, they've made up), with a castle at the background. It really feels like that scene is an extra. It doesn't really link to the story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;A Fashion Fairytale&lt;/em&gt; is refreshing, to say the least. A quite interesting&amp;nbsp;and unique movie, unlike the others. I would give this&lt;strong&gt; 3.5 out of 5. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*PS: No pictures in this review because I can't find any. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6653581208658000607?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6653581208658000607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6653581208658000607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6653581208658000607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6653581208658000607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/barbie-fashion-fairytale.html' title='Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7250470226973835738</id><published>2010-11-25T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:17:30.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something to remember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>The End of Prom</title><content type='html'>So the days of searching what to wear for Prom has come to this: the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do I feel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little disorientated, since I have to find something else to look forward to. But I guess that could be easily remedied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it fun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. There were a lot of cheering and shouting coming from me, though :D. Especially doing the games section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who wore what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many wonderfully dressed people out there! The girls styled their hair, wore makeup (even the ones I didn't expect them to) and wore high heels. Beautiful~. The guys mainly wore vests, long sleeved shirts and pants. Handsome~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Start:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wore for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1942.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, black and more black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually layered. The shirt and leggings/stockings I will wear first, then over comes the dress. And I had just realised at that time that the dress was very very short -.- I was very scared the dress will just slide up and show off my "thin" thighs . Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final result: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1954.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I will not ask for compliment, I will not ask for compliment, I will not ask for compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Journey to the Hotel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for my parents who brought me there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also for picking Angeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first few to arrive. Saw the guys decked out in vest and pants. Very Suai. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPBpQhULD5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/6Tj-AZKUWUs/s1600/155671_465821188795_603893795_5454985_5483576_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPBpQhULD5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/6Tj-AZKUWUs/s320/155671_465821188795_603893795_5454985_5483576_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And then the others came flowing in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPBqAbtgCGI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/cnsc8Vh7bko/s1600/148443_465823788795_603893795_5455029_3376893_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPBqAbtgCGI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/cnsc8Vh7bko/s320/148443_465823788795_603893795_5455029_3376893_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We registered our names and in we went inside the ballroom/function room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPBrlsMpyGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/BFxEn8J6dec/s1600/154571_466311903795_603893795_5462441_697674_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPBrlsMpyGI/AAAAAAAAA7c/BFxEn8J6dec/s320/154571_466311903795_603893795_5462441_697674_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy taking photos with my dressed up friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were performances by our teachers! Mr Lee, Ms Chia and&amp;nbsp;Ms Ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear many shouts and cheers coming from our table when our class mates where chosen for the games. The loudest for me, i think, is definitely when Syafiq posed. :D That will forever be engraved in my memory. He was so cool! I should have taken a video of that catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It had been a wonderful and magical night. To see all my friends -- well most of them-- all decked in their prettiest and handsome-est outfits, taking photos and chatting about... It was&amp;nbsp;(at the risk of looking like a person who has limited vocabulary...) &amp;nbsp;fun ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ae many other photos I have taken, which I am too lazy to post. So go onto&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/album.php?aid=256976&amp;amp;id=603893795"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; for them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7250470226973835738?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7250470226973835738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7250470226973835738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7250470226973835738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7250470226973835738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-days-of-searching-what-to-wear-for.html' title='The End of Prom'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TPBpQhULD5I/AAAAAAAAA7U/6Tj-AZKUWUs/s72-c/155671_465821188795_603893795_5454985_5483576_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-391712984341567448</id><published>2010-11-23T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:32:52.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>4E2 Class BBQ!</title><content type='html'>It wasw held at Downtown East, the area where I had not been to for quite some time. Too bad some of the class could not attend &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a fun &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; night. ^_^ And, unlike last year, we had received our graduation disk. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1902.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1903.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The BBQ guys. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1907.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Butter~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1909.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1912.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1913.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1918.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1922.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A class photo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(the ones who came at the earlier part, anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1923.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An exciting and loud game of Taboo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1927.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A sing-along session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun it had been :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-391712984341567448?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/391712984341567448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=391712984341567448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/391712984341567448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/391712984341567448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/4e2-class-bbq.html' title='4E2 Class BBQ!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2593204408007945875</id><published>2010-11-21T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:39:44.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking down memory lane'/><title type='text'>Finished Prom shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Went to the usual hot spots for teenagers: Orchard Road, Ion, 313 Somerset&amp;nbsp;and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Joey, whom was acting as my image consultant.&amp;nbsp; Tried on clothing (which&amp;nbsp;I had secretly taken of&amp;nbsp;:p), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkSHD_7yaI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_AImRbQ71ho/s1600/CIMG1893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkSHD_7yaI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_AImRbQ71ho/s320/CIMG1893.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I've got the chance to see Joey in high heels! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkWLq1V1hI/AAAAAAAAA60/fRZgICp9HL4/s1600/CIMG1889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkWLq1V1hI/AAAAAAAAA60/fRZgICp9HL4/s320/CIMG1889.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkbGERQ02I/AAAAAAAAA7A/eW5ZMhzaFGw/s1600/CIMG1890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkbGERQ02I/AAAAAAAAA7A/eW5ZMhzaFGw/s320/CIMG1890.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was taller than me by a few cm! Cool eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Far East Plaza with my Mum. It's very much like Bugis Street, but it is air conditioned and there's more space between each shop. They're cheaper there too. Which is where I bought my outfit for Prom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkSnw8ksbI/AAAAAAAAA6w/vSymUel3Aps/s1600/CIMG1895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkSnw8ksbI/AAAAAAAAA6w/vSymUel3Aps/s320/CIMG1895.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice figure. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you have it, you might as well flaunt it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my exams period, I was fantasising about what I would wear, about what my friends would wear&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;about the fun in shopping for my Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the actual act of searching for my outfit, I was hungry (but that was solved when we went to the food court) and my feet was tired, aching from wearing the ladies shoe.&amp;nbsp;Finding and trying on clothing is slightly unnerving, especially when the salesperson is standing just in front of me, pushing all the brand's clothes at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have finally bought my outfit. :D After much waking up and down Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, Far East Plaza and Bugis Street should be the main areas where someone my age should go. There are many different styles down there; there is the kawaii type, the layered type, the jagged type and the sophisticated type, to name a few. I'm definitely going there again to shop for new, casual clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2593204408007945875?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2593204408007945875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2593204408007945875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2593204408007945875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2593204408007945875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/finished-prom-shopping.html' title='Finished Prom shopping!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOkSHD_7yaI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_AImRbQ71ho/s72-c/CIMG1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5092330859659722271</id><published>2010-11-19T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:44:01.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Not so bored now</title><content type='html'>I've been booked (yes!) for 2 days, yesterday and today. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some yarn for my crocheting. Got a beautiful purple. Love it. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could see it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Edited:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOXwpJkIyfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Vr5OQPwOfRM/s1600/CIMG1884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOXwpJkIyfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Vr5OQPwOfRM/s320/CIMG1884.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5092330859659722271?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5092330859659722271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5092330859659722271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5092330859659722271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5092330859659722271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-so-bored-now.html' title='Not so bored now'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOXwpJkIyfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Vr5OQPwOfRM/s72-c/CIMG1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6654904438707548324</id><published>2010-11-18T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:16:11.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>A picture of the guitar</title><content type='html'>I won't say &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; guitar because it's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;s&gt;taken&lt;/s&gt; given by my cousin. I wonder if he still wants it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of the guitar, as requested by Chibi ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSLLaFDA0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/KqU2eU6Sg6w/s1600/CIMG1881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSLLaFDA0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/KqU2eU6Sg6w/s320/CIMG1881.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSL3_F3EWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/t-FjMJ3QYK4/s1600/CIMG1882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSL3_F3EWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/t-FjMJ3QYK4/s320/CIMG1882.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And a closer look at the brand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6654904438707548324?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6654904438707548324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6654904438707548324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6654904438707548324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6654904438707548324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-of-guitar.html' title='A picture of the guitar'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSLLaFDA0I/AAAAAAAAA6g/KqU2eU6Sg6w/s72-c/CIMG1881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6311781999237077083</id><published>2010-11-18T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:03:08.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crochet'/><title type='text'>I've completed yet another item!</title><content type='html'>:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A headband, modified from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://cornflowerbluestudio.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-crochet-pattern-bow-headband.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSErU9V2kI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1bwmfmnJdTU/s1600/CIMG1878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSErU9V2kI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1bwmfmnJdTU/s320/CIMG1878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My creation~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSECF6Qj2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/yIBFSbJrroE/s1600/CIMG1870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSECF6Qj2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/yIBFSbJrroE/s320/CIMG1870.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The top views&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSDgaIPd7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kTLaBliHfW4/s1600/CIMG1874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSDgaIPd7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kTLaBliHfW4/s320/CIMG1874.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSGkbhG_-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/9aB-m1chD4s/s1600/CIMG1872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSGkbhG_-I/AAAAAAAAA6c/9aB-m1chD4s/s320/CIMG1872.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The side view&amp;nbsp; (Sorry about the messy hair ;] )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks very cute, but would I dare to wear it outside? Hmm... perhaps I will. Otherwise when I am 50 years old, I'll look back and regret that I didn't try that on at least once in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just have to find the right time and the right outfit to wear it. If you know me, I am an absolute kluzy at Mix-and-Match.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I'll ask Joey for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6311781999237077083?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6311781999237077083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6311781999237077083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6311781999237077083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6311781999237077083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-completed-yet-another-item.html' title='I&apos;ve completed yet another item!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TOSErU9V2kI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1bwmfmnJdTU/s72-c/CIMG1878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-988032148004244470</id><published>2010-11-16T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:27:48.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Expensive</title><content type='html'>When I read an article about &lt;a href="http://www.vancouversun.com/life/holiday-guide/Cost+school+formals+soaring+teenagers+glam/2289604/story.html?id=2289604 ,"&gt;'Cost of school formals soaring as teenagers glam-up'&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;A survey of nearly 2,000 Australian students aged between 15 and 18 found that on average girls were spending $1,330 each on the big night while boys were spending an average of $840.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1,330!!! That's a lot of money! I could use it to treat my eczema! It's not that I disagree with them spending money on prom (I'm doing that too) but to spend more than $1000 for a teenager is slighty ... Their parents must be rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if you look at me, I would be a good example of the&amp;nbsp;pot calling the kettle back. The medical fees, the lotions, the creams! all must have amounted to more than what these teenagers' parents have paid. More than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-988032148004244470?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/988032148004244470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=988032148004244470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/988032148004244470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/988032148004244470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/expensive.html' title='Expensive'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7999247690473122054</id><published>2010-11-16T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:19:57.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>2nd day into the first week after 'O's</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out, go shopping. Not staying at home watch tv, go online or crochet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move about, go to Orchard with my friends, watch RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During O levels, I have fantisied about the end, that I could FINALLY! have a date with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one (except him) has contacted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a friend, but not a close one it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7999247690473122054?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7999247690473122054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7999247690473122054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7999247690473122054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7999247690473122054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/2nd-day-into-first-week-after-os.html' title='2nd day into the first week after &apos;O&apos;s'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-3143417337441843319</id><published>2010-11-15T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:21:19.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigurumi'/><title type='text'>An amigurumi Pear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 15 November 2010, Monday, I finally finished this .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1861.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It took me the morning and afternoon to finish this cutey pear :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pattern to make this adorable pear is &lt;a href="http://amigurumigirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/pears-pears-everywhere.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. The instructions are easy to follow, even a beginner like me can deciper the hidden meaning behind it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1862.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1863.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cute! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, with someone having my skill there's bound to be some mistakes. And there are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pencil shaded areas on my pear, which I had wanted to indicate where to sew the eyes but just couldn't decide. So I shaded a few more areas ... and found that I couldn't erase them off. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwilling to do another pear -- my eyes hurt -- I tweaked the colour a little, shaded a few more areas to make the pear look a little rugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks dirty ... oh well. One must make mistakes to improve oneself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having learnt this lesson, I would advise you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not use any pens or pencils on the amigurumi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, got another addition to my stuffed friends :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-3143417337441843319?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3143417337441843319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=3143417337441843319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3143417337441843319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3143417337441843319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/amigurumi-pear_15.html' title='An amigurumi Pear'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4059810334866292758</id><published>2010-11-15T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:23:36.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>1st Week</title><content type='html'>Ok. It's the first week after Os. What am I down with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pondering what to wear for Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;2) Thinking of things to get/make for my wonderful friends and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;3) Persuading my parents to allow me to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;4) Volunteer my services.&lt;br /&gt;5) Finding new clothes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite excited to shop for new clothes (OF MY CHOICE) but I need friends to accompany me and money. Anyone want to follow me? :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4059810334866292758?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4059810334866292758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4059810334866292758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4059810334866292758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4059810334866292758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/1st-week.html' title='1st Week'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5256011768649472482</id><published>2010-11-13T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:53:10.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Cleaning time</title><content type='html'>It's the post O levels and time to clear my tables!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent about a day to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned it from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1815.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1855.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh. Now my parents won't be eating on the smaller black table just to allow my books to have a place in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;But wait! What's this hidden in a room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1856.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all cleared up. Now's it's neat and tidy ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5256011768649472482?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5256011768649472482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5256011768649472482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5256011768649472482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5256011768649472482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/cleaning-time.html' title='Cleaning time'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6862569030530421485</id><published>2010-11-12T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:45:24.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking down memory lane'/><title type='text'>It's time to celebrate~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Levels have ended!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much I'm loving the free time I have now, to do my own hobbies and to shop for Prom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too confident about getting good results for my Os but ... as they say, What's over is over. Can't do nothing about it. I'm just hoping that I can go to my selected course in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have been told the theme for Prom Night : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Le' Masquarade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited to see what my friends are going to wear! I bet everyone is going to be very beautiful/handsome there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will probably be the last time I'll be seeing most of them; some none at all. After this , they most likely won't meet up with me, go do things that teenagers would do with their friends . . . *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memory imprinted into my brain. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the wonderful friends I've met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNypCUGORKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/rpULsxghJ0Y/s1600/47946_421354817292_521112292_5042341_7765687_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNypCUGORKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/rpULsxghJ0Y/s320/47946_421354817292_521112292_5042341_7765687_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyp5lPJozI/AAAAAAAAA5o/SgZXWhdxXeU/s1600/DSC02428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyp5lPJozI/AAAAAAAAA5o/SgZXWhdxXeU/s320/DSC02428.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyp7Jj25qI/AAAAAAAAA5s/K7IQ-eW7x08/s1600/71812_452496090100_593275100_5311961_1686436_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyp7Jj25qI/AAAAAAAAA5s/K7IQ-eW7x08/s1600/71812_452496090100_593275100_5311961_1686436_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyun7t5a0I/AAAAAAAAA50/UayQmxB492U/s1600/CIMG1687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyun7t5a0I/AAAAAAAAA50/UayQmxB492U/s320/CIMG1687.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the fantastic&amp;nbsp;teachers that taught me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyth3iGlKI/AAAAAAAAA5w/yMkfc6macfQ/s1600/CIMG1573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNyth3iGlKI/AAAAAAAAA5w/yMkfc6macfQ/s320/CIMG1573.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more, but the photos take too long to upload. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, as long as I know that, that's that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6862569030530421485?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6862569030530421485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6862569030530421485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6862569030530421485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6862569030530421485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-time-to-celebrate.html' title='It&apos;s time to celebrate~~~'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TNypCUGORKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/rpULsxghJ0Y/s72-c/47946_421354817292_521112292_5042341_7765687_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1144360139144076509</id><published>2010-11-08T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:00:09.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>The final week</title><content type='html'>Just one more week left till the end of O level~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, really sucks for those who still have Biology in Mon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1144360139144076509?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1144360139144076509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1144360139144076509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1144360139144076509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1144360139144076509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/final-week.html' title='The final week'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6994517837699591108</id><published>2010-10-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:44:29.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eczema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moisturisers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural Remedies'/><title type='text'>Oat bath</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently trying a remedy for my eczema.&amp;nbsp;An oat bath. With Cowhead's Organic Rolled Oats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The common uses for Oatmeal Baths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Poison Ivy, Oak and Sumac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Dry skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Insect bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;■Eczema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Diaper rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Anal itching (often from pinworms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Windburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Sunburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Shingles&lt;/blockquote&gt;And after reading so many websites saying about it's effectiveness, that it'll reduce the reddness,&amp;nbsp;I've decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that I don't have a tub at home, so what must one do? Be creative. By using a pail to do my thing. But I'm not gonna bath myself using that. No, it's too small. I am actually now testing my leg side (the arm and leg) to see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the 2nd time since i'm soaking in oats. And I still haven't see any improvement. But since it's natural, it should be expected... But I still wish it'll hurry up and disappear. From my life. I would be very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll soak myself a few more times and then I'll tell you my result. Hopefully it's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6994517837699591108?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6994517837699591108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6994517837699591108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6994517837699591108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6994517837699591108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/oat-bath.html' title='Oat bath'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7943578134653897021</id><published>2010-10-29T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:30:52.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>A week after Graduation</title><content type='html'>It has been a week. There's not much changes, unless you count that O levels have begun and I'm getting redder :&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;English, Maths and A maths have been striked off from my list. The hopes of me getting an A for English and A maths are dimishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more remain. I hope I'll still be at full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the above 2 sentence, that Eng and Maths have been over and done with, it feels like it had happened a long time ago &lt;em&gt;(when in fact it was over just a few days ago).&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I guess when one looks back, it'll seem as if the time has gone very fast, but when one looks ahead, it's very far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A further update about my life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;for those who want to read anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I've been coming to school early for consultations and it has been a fun time :) even though we're cramming for the subject to be tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TMqe6nepxkI/AAAAAAAAA5c/kAsREzGcZEg/s1600/28102010265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TMqe6nepxkI/AAAAAAAAA5c/kAsREzGcZEg/s320/28102010265.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there're O level answers on the Internet just a day after the exam? He's checking them out :D&amp;nbsp; The lights add an unreal touch to the picture. Hehe, nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's still 2 more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update you &lt;em&gt;(if there is even a you) &lt;/em&gt;soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gambatte, Ed!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7943578134653897021?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7943578134653897021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7943578134653897021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7943578134653897021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7943578134653897021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-after-graduation.html' title='A week after Graduation'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TMqe6nepxkI/AAAAAAAAA5c/kAsREzGcZEg/s72-c/28102010265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1780491657784704764</id><published>2010-10-14T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:50:47.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking down memory lane'/><title type='text'>The farewell of 4E2 and YISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have officially graduated from YISS. 4 years in this school. The first two weren't really memorial but the last two ... it was fabulous.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I will write down my thoughts about this 4 years :).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Secondary 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered the first day of school. I woke up around 5 something, took my time to get ready, all perfectly dressed (like a &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;) and my father drove me to school. There was a bench near the GO which I sat on. A secondary 4/5 girl sat next to me. "Hello," I said. She nodded. Then she looked away. That was very &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. I had to wait for quite a long time (arrived too early). I had been worried and uneasy that I won't fit in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; Art Club&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Life Science Society.&lt;/span&gt; Both timings didn't clash at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very outspoken then. I was more interested in reading books. Everyday bringing in a new book :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much friends at that time. But I remembered you, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Elizabeth,&lt;/span&gt; who once followed me to find a table during recess time :) Seemed to me that I was like a mother duck [laughs].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondary 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2 and 1 were almost similar. I stayed at home, read books, didn't socialise with my classmates; they didn't really talk to me, so who cares. I had some people in my class that I didn't like. Stared at me so I stared back. Therefore resulting in me not liking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last term, when I had to choose my subject for Sec 3, was the &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;turning point&lt;/span&gt; in my life. I previously ticked the choice of Combined Sciences (it seemed easier and I didn't want to stress myself) but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;thanks to Ms Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who convinced me to take up Pure Sciences, based on my results, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I entered 3E2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Secondary 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates changed. Now, there were new faces to be recognised and names to be remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a part of this class changed me. For the better of course. I had become more interactive and talkative, especially during the last few weeks when we would see ourselves being promoted to Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had changed our teachers too. From Mdm Junainah to &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;the resilient&amp;nbsp;Mrs Goh &lt;/span&gt;, from Ms Poorany to Mrs Barnwell and many others.&lt;br /&gt;The one clear&amp;nbsp;thing that I remembered about&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; E maths lessons&lt;/span&gt; was the person who sat beside me: &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt;. He was a very interesting character, even more so when became a Sec 4. Saying jokes about my 'smartness' [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other person was&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt; Jason&lt;/span&gt;, who&amp;nbsp;was my seatmate in &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;A maths&lt;/span&gt;. Teaching me the formulas and questions when I didn't understand when the teacher taught. Thanks a lot Jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also&amp;nbsp;had an unexpected meeting with a person from another class in &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Chinese lessons&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Angeline&lt;/span&gt;. I'm talking about you :) Such a fun time, chatting with you while listening to my worse subject for me at that time: Chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;formed a bond with my classmates, the ones that I thought were so noisy in my CCA &lt;em&gt;(but now I know better). &lt;/em&gt;My mouth started smiling after I got to know you girls. So, thank you for letting me in to your group :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;quit Art Club&lt;/span&gt; because the timing clashed. It now happened on the same day and at the same time. Choosing between Art Club and Life Society was a decision that required some thought. But ultimately, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I chose LSS&lt;/span&gt;. The reason being LSS has my classmates in it. And I was laughing even more. While at Art Club, I was more of a tutor to the lower secondary members and I didn't really want to throw away the only chance I had of having fun &lt;em&gt;(not to say I wasn't having any fun doing arty things with you girls, but even more fun with my classmates because we would see each other very single day!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I didn't regret my decision.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Secondary 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like Sec 3 but with even more hilarious and fun moments. I was even more talkative, even more expressive than the last 3 years added together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On 15 April, I and the other members of LSS &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;stepped down&lt;/span&gt;. It was time to focus on our 'O's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/S8g17IF8TYI/AAAAAAAAAqo/h9Eu9uR20JY/s1600/26732_1373243165921_1077032556_1120172_7555157_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/S8g17IF8TYI/AAAAAAAAAqo/h9Eu9uR20JY/s320/26732_1373243165921_1077032556_1120172_7555157_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the one who spread her arms like a "spider web", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or so Joey commented ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;performed with my class on stage for &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Teachers' Day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TLbwrFOwDDI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OmetunfymHs/s1600/47946_421354817292_521112292_5042341_7765687_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TLbwrFOwDDI/AAAAAAAAA5U/OmetunfymHs/s320/47946_421354817292_521112292_5042341_7765687_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have made even more friends than before, laughed and joked about even more and even breaking some of the&amp;nbsp; (almost non-existent) school rules. [laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Today's Graduation Day, 14 October 2010, was a very touching moment, and a very good opportunity to take lots and lots for photos, to leave behind memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised that Edna Chew is no longer camera shy. It's the opposite in fact :D If you facebook-ed me, you'll be surprised by the number of photos this ex-introvert&amp;nbsp;had taken with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The speeches made by our Form teachers have really shown how much they have cared for us; how they have nurtured us. We should not let them down; I should not let them down. &lt;strong&gt;Knowing how much they have done for me, I should and must preserver and get good results. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I must perserver and get good results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a very unique and interesting year because we, the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;students of 4E2&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;even more united&lt;/span&gt; than the last.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Even more together&lt;/span&gt; than before. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And even more crazy&lt;/span&gt; than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing who&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday will never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt; Never seeing the rush to buy the food, the strategy planned by the students, the&amp;nbsp;friendship displayed by them and the widening of the teachers' eyes when they realised it was &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-thursday-means-to-me.html"&gt;Chicken / Fish &amp;amp; Chips Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and they &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to let the students off&amp;nbsp;earlier to allow them to gain an edge over the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;I will never be the same without 4E2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; You have brought warmth into my life. You have provided me&amp;nbsp;'shade from the tropical hot sun' &lt;em&gt;(find this phrase familiar? ;P).&lt;/em&gt; You have made me a better person, much better than before. So I thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4E2,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll always remain in my memories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1780491657784704764?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1780491657784704764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1780491657784704764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1780491657784704764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1780491657784704764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/farewell-of-4e2-and-yiss.html' title='The farewell of 4E2 and YISS'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/S8g17IF8TYI/AAAAAAAAAqo/h9Eu9uR20JY/s72-c/26732_1373243165921_1077032556_1120172_7555157_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4301434529190217109</id><published>2010-10-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:17:12.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Posts'/><title type='text'>Day 3 : Eight ways to win your heart.</title><content type='html'>1. A sense of humor that makes me laugh, when I'm sad or happy or anywhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Roses! &lt;em&gt;... No, really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friendship. One that is true and without any pretense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hygiene. A very good level of hygiene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tall. Tall enough for me to lean on that person's shoulders xD (Provided that is a male) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OR &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Short. Short enough to make me want to protect her. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Are we still talking about friends or ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He must be able to accept me as who I am, how I look like and how I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He has to be the anchor of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He must be -- last but never the least-- my soul mate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;(*blushes* Did I just write that?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! But these are only the tip of the iceberg. I am very picky ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4301434529190217109?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4301434529190217109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4301434529190217109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4301434529190217109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4301434529190217109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3-eight-ways-to-win-your-heart.html' title='Day 3 : Eight ways to win your heart.'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2971226475094540198</id><published>2010-10-10T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:08:06.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Posts'/><title type='text'>Day 2 [1] : Nine things about myself</title><content type='html'>1. I am a tall girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have ... Eczema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do love my friends. I will treasure them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a bookworm. If you ask me what would represent me, then I would say, it's a bookworm. Because I love to consume words ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My hygiene level is not as high as you may think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am an romantic. I love the idea of soulmates and I hope to meet mine soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I can understand and speak simple Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am in search of friends that I can talk to and about everything and anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2971226475094540198?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2971226475094540198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2971226475094540198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2971226475094540198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2971226475094540198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2-1-nine-things-about-myself.html' title='Day 2 [1] : Nine things about myself'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5855378855993256204</id><published>2010-10-09T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:09:48.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>A birthday Present</title><content type='html'>I've received a birthday present ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I was so shocked to receive it. But I'm happy too. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TLAM-mVgY2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/6aGgZeyA3rg/s1600/08102010197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TLAM-mVgY2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/6aGgZeyA3rg/s320/08102010197.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And inside this beautiful box, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;there lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TLAURg5le6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GnmP7HHSm90/s1600/08102010198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TLAURg5le6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/GnmP7HHSm90/s320/08102010198.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My present!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Teresa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5855378855993256204?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5855378855993256204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5855378855993256204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5855378855993256204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5855378855993256204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-present.html' title='A birthday Present'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TLAM-mVgY2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/6aGgZeyA3rg/s72-c/08102010197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2474628462129130327</id><published>2010-10-09T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T07:44:27.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Posts'/><title type='text'>Day 1 [I] : Ten things to tell to different people</title><content type='html'>1. I will treasure your gift Teresa!!! Thank you so much! It was a wonderful and lovely surprise， :).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't wait to go shopping with you Joey xD.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thank you for letting me a part of your group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank you for caring for me Dad (though I wish there could be more of a variety of food)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Class 4E2 is the BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 能在O水准得到A2是因为我有了您的鼓励和支持，所以我想对您说 ＂谢谢老师＂ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I dislike balls of any kind. I've been too traumatized by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I dislike your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A good dermatologist is wanted to clear my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. O levels are less than a week away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2474628462129130327?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2474628462129130327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2474628462129130327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2474628462129130327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2474628462129130327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1-i-ten-things-to-tell-to-different.html' title='Day 1 [I] : Ten things to tell to different people'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8973214845069327676</id><published>2010-10-06T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:08:16.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Posts'/><title type='text'>Challenges [I]</title><content type='html'>Day 1 : Ten things you want to tell to ten different people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 : Nine things about myself . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 : Eight ways to win your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 : Seven things that crossed your mind alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 : Six things you wished you never done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 : Five people meant alot to you. (not in order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 : Four dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 : Three dislikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 : Two smiley that describe your life now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 : ONE Confession&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8973214845069327676?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8973214845069327676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8973214845069327676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8973214845069327676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8973214845069327676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/challenges.html' title='Challenges [I]'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6973984901343379251</id><published>2010-10-06T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:55:34.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawings'/><title type='text'>Some drawings I made today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/06102010187.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="300" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/06102010188.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the first done better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6973984901343379251?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6973984901343379251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6973984901343379251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6973984901343379251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6973984901343379251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-drawings-i-made-today.html' title='Some drawings I made today'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2012685113656690976</id><published>2010-10-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:16:48.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking down memory lane'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>What's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/01102010166.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eraser wrestling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's so nostalgic! I still remember the time when I was in primary school playing this... &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="240" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/01102010168.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;10 -- 11. Unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2012685113656690976?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2012685113656690976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2012685113656690976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2012685113656690976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2012685113656690976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7557801979073404563</id><published>2010-10-02T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:42:26.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eczema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moisturisers'/><title type='text'>Start of using Vitamin E on my Eczema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I went to Mustafa Centre and bought Vitamin E oil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TKaG0GlJfkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KjvPyt04KO4/s1600/CIMG1500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: undefined;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TKaG0GlJfkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KjvPyt04KO4/s320/CIMG1500.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;which, when I cross refer to other sources, say that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Studies have shown that the use of E is proven to provide substantial relief from the condition and in some patients, an almost complete remediation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianet.com/asthma/vitamineforeczema.htm"&gt;http://www.christianet.com/asthma/vitamineforeczema.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Also, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.raysahelian.com/vitamine.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uses of Vitamin E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home and checked the Net, I then realise that&amp;nbsp;this product is actually synthetic and not the actual one. (synthetic vitamin E is named as&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dl&lt;/em&gt;-alpha tocopherol as opposed to natural &lt;em&gt;d-&lt;/em&gt;alpha tocopherol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I had it,&amp;nbsp;might as well make the full use of it.&amp;nbsp;I tried a little on my arm, and it was very sticky, even though I used only small amounts. I did a skin test first, on my hand, just to make sure that I'm not allergic to it or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my other hand and legs were inflamed. But I will try it for another week to see if it gets worse, because I might (most likely) have eaten something wrong yesterday, hence my silvered and red legs and chest. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will improve my condition, because if not, then the $26 will be for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update you with the going of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TKaG0GlJfkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KjvPyt04KO4/s1600/CIMG1500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7557801979073404563?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7557801979073404563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7557801979073404563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7557801979073404563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7557801979073404563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/start-of-using-vitamin-e-on-my-eczema.html' title='Start of using Vitamin E on my Eczema'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TKaG0GlJfkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/KjvPyt04KO4/s72-c/CIMG1500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6249407474579311709</id><published>2010-09-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:04:49.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>My feelings as O Levels come</title><content type='html'>Good day, fellow Netizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;case you haven't notice, I've changed my blog skin. How do you like it? I very much prefer this than the previous one. I was sick&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;white background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally some updates about my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O levels loom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks of studying, studying and studying. Looking at my calender, I'm frightened because I do not think I am prepared for it. There are still so many chapters I haven't yet studied!! &lt;em&gt;(Then why am I still on the Internet?!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 5 more weeks, Heaven will beckon. Because it's&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Prom night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't focus on that but I just can't help imagining what my classmates and friends will wear to it. Oh, I'm so excited just thinking about it! I can't wait to go shopping for my dress; I can't wait to go searching for my shoes; I can't wait to see Joey most of all! (Cause she's gonna be my style consultant for Prom :) I just have the worst colour &amp;amp; outfit coordination. Therefore, Joey will be&amp;nbsp;my lifesaver.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6249407474579311709?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6249407474579311709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6249407474579311709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6249407474579311709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6249407474579311709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-feelings-as-o-levels-come.html' title='My feelings as O Levels come'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-430342110507643513</id><published>2010-09-18T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:06:43.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking down memory lane'/><title type='text'>17 September 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;to all you people out there who made my day today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my family members, my friends, classmates and every one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have made me feel really special today, with my FaceBook page full of birthday wishes. I say,&amp;nbsp;I am much more popular this year than all the years combined before. Feels quite satisfying actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm 16&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I'll become much more mature in my thinking and somewhat more&amp;nbsp;daring and childlike in other &lt;br /&gt;aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm 16&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And i wish these good times will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And I hope this will be my last year in YI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm 16&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And I want to pass O with flying colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I'm 16&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And I want to continue to have a tight knit of close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And I want my eczema to improve when i reach 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16&amp;nbsp;now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And this is where I am at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/17092010110-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love My Family.&lt;br /&gt;16 Year Old,&lt;br /&gt;16 Roses.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-430342110507643513?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/430342110507643513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=430342110507643513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/430342110507643513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/430342110507643513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/17-september-2010.html' title='17 September 2010'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4429823559641357178</id><published>2010-09-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:34:03.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>I'm obsessed.</title><content type='html'>Indeed, the time spent on the Internet was all used to search the words "Unrefined Shea Butter" and there were many websites. An example is &lt;a href="http://www.butters-n-bars.com/"&gt;http://www.butters-n-bars.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. I thought their butters were cheap. Only US$5 but the shipping cost was just too high! About 19 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i find a cheap and good Shea butter... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know the benefits of Shea Butter, here you go: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/facts_4796989_dermatological-benefits-shea-butter.html"&gt;Website 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shea-butter-and-olein.com/shea-butter/shea-butter-benefits"&gt;Website 2&lt;/a&gt;, or you could just go online and search yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TIyQP94rTiI/AAAAAAAAA48/svemX7zgefo/s1600/benefitsofshea_001.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TIyQP94rTiI/AAAAAAAAA48/svemX7zgefo/s320/benefitsofshea_001.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the real reason why I'm so obsessed with it right now is because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For eczema, Shea Butter is one of the best solutions available.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i must try it. I really really hope that my eczema will reduce and --poof-- be gone the next day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i got sidetracked by the other health websites and articles. For example: &lt;a href="http://www.care2.com/"&gt;Care2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://healthmad.com/"&gt;Health Mad&lt;/a&gt;, Buzzle.com, &lt;a href="http://greenopolis.com/"&gt;Greenopolis&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. I have now realised that there are plenty of health care related websites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4429823559641357178?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4429823559641357178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4429823559641357178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4429823559641357178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4429823559641357178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-obsessed.html' title='I&apos;m obsessed.'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TIyQP94rTiI/AAAAAAAAA48/svemX7zgefo/s72-c/benefitsofshea_001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8589620314488623041</id><published>2010-09-07T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:42:18.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>It's a week of HOLIDAY~</title><content type='html'>But unfortunately, i have to study. I have to spend my glorious week of holiday on studying. Damn... I hope this will be worth it when i get back my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, i saw some amusing things today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/07092010081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Terminator!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/07092010084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing for the camera.&amp;nbsp; Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8589620314488623041?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8589620314488623041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8589620314488623041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8589620314488623041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8589620314488623041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-week-of-holiday.html' title='It&apos;s a week of HOLIDAY~'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2731912731085868923</id><published>2010-09-01T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:13:06.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking down memory lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Celebration (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Then after the whole celebration, we were able to go back home. I went to my Primary School to see my ex-Form Teacher which i haven't seen in 3 years. I didn't expect so many secondary school students to be going back to LianHua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all waiting outside of the school. Just like fans wanting to ctach a glimspe of their idols &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw my ex-classmates. Some changed. Some didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One did.&amp;nbsp;And i was so shocked when i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Ms Yong!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around the school &amp;nbsp;(no one stopped me!) and chanced upon a poster that had been take 5/6 years ago. So nostalgic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010058.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CCA members!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;From the right, Jun Kai, Salman, Kaison and another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010055.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond.&amp;nbsp; I heard he got accepted to Singapore Sports School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Song. I remembered his handwriting had a cursive 'y' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left:&amp;nbsp; Chole, Ming Jie, Andy, Johnson and another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i can still recall their names! :D How cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this will be my last visit to LianHua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2731912731085868923?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2731912731085868923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2731912731085868923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2731912731085868923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2731912731085868923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-day-celebration-part-2.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Celebration (Part 2)'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1931295275632294653</id><published>2010-08-31T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T09:07:35.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Celebration (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Teachers' Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we, the class of 4E2, prepared a skit for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. I really hope they enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were let off early from our lessons (we still had lessons on Teachers' Day. Can you believe it?) , and so we got ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010029.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And in our mood, we took photos as well, since EVERYONE acting in the skit wore their 4E2 Class T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=47946_421354827292_521112292_5042343_4801068_n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/47946_421354827292_521112292_5042343_4801068_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=DSC02427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/DSC02427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realise that i am not cowardly hiding from the camera anymore, since I've come to accept my "beautiful" looks and&amp;nbsp;the redness of my skin.. And i think taking photos is one way memories can live, so that is why I'll always be seen taking photos, albeit not so good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rehersed a final time and prepared ourselves for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;The gathering of all the students of YI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010032.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in&amp;nbsp; the backstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=31082010031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/31082010031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that our performance was good, but it can be improved on. But it was a very fun learning experience for me, a person who 3 years ago was not sociable at all to stand with my favorite class and perform for the teachers. Those who never performed this skit with us really lost out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1931295275632294653?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1931295275632294653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1931295275632294653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1931295275632294653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1931295275632294653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Celebration (Part 1)'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-9075425935494042500</id><published>2010-08-31T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:56:52.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>YOG Opening Ceremony Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During the opening ceremony of the Youth Olympic Games (YOG) on 14 August 2010,we walked around the Esplanade Theater and saw &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGy5o0_tKHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Ump05hgqkDw/s1600/14082010976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGy5o0_tKHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Ump05hgqkDw/s320/14082010976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heard their awesome beat boxing/singing and took a video of them&amp;nbsp;but unfortunately, the video takes soooo long to upload ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the path beside the reservoir/sea where we could see the Floating Platform. We waited for a few hours to catch the fireworks in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=CIMG1277.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/th_CIMG1277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was, just beside the Floating Platform. The Marina Bay Sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of them being fired up all at once, there was a little here, a little there, a big one there, a big one here and a BIG one when the catroldon was lighted with the Olympic Flame. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid843.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fzz358%2FMemoriesblogger%2FCIMG1346.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The travel of the Olympic Flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=CIMG1349.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite photo.The moment when fireworks began shooting up in the sky when the catrodoln was lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to be able to participate (sort of) in an event which Singapore would be known worldwide for being the &lt;strong&gt;first country&lt;/strong&gt; to host the inaugural Youth Olympic Games. .. It's really incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THONP9JBFrI/AAAAAAAAA3g/HEZpqtp1W3k/s1600/CIMG1313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THONP9JBFrI/AAAAAAAAA3g/HEZpqtp1W3k/s320/CIMG1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me in&amp;nbsp;the photo, looking at the fireworks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=CIMG1303.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The fireworks that were displayed were very big, they were just ejected out in the reservoir about a 1-3 km away. A lot of people were there trying to catch the view. Not to mention all those photographers which brought along their very own professional looking cameras with a tripod stand xD .&amp;nbsp; I wonder if they were able to capture the moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am extremely proud of my country, my Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/?action=view¤t=CIMG1341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz358/Memoriesblogger/CIMG1341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-9075425935494042500?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9075425935494042500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=9075425935494042500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/9075425935494042500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/9075425935494042500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/yog-opening-ceremony-fireworks.html' title='YOG Opening Ceremony Fireworks'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGy5o0_tKHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Ump05hgqkDw/s72-c/14082010976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4465978389394168353</id><published>2010-08-23T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:02:01.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Crocheting</title><content type='html'>I am starting to be very into crocheting; every time, from Friday till now i&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;crocheting, crocheting and crocheting.&amp;nbsp; There are many tutorials on YouTube, such as on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/tjw1963"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tjw1963's channel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;which are just begging for your attention! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have crocheted a few flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJSzmyVEbI/AAAAAAAAA24/-cfX9wdpUog/s1600/12082010972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJSzmyVEbI/AAAAAAAAA24/-cfX9wdpUog/s320/12082010972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and was a little bored of it so i went online and used the&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/toolbar.php"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Free Rice Search Engine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, to do my part to help feed&amp;nbsp;the poor. You can too, by &lt;a href="http://www.wfp.org/how-to-help/community/link-us"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adding a banner to your blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and promoting this, just like what i have did. .. . Now this feels suspiciously like I'm advertising something :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But anyway, while i FreeRice-ed it, i saw&amp;nbsp;quite a &amp;nbsp;few unique ideas about using the leftover plastic bags that we usually would throw away and change them into bags,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJTj3Dy3hI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zsod59QxsKU/s1600/rplasbagtote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJTj3Dy3hI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zsod59QxsKU/s320/rplasbagtote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myrecycledbags.com/2010/08/21/recycled-water-bottle-carrier/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;water bottle carri&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJUdFuP3GI/AAAAAAAAA3I/YY6kL4p7i4A/s1600/4520635917_80ac5c7aba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJUdFuP3GI/AAAAAAAAA3I/YY6kL4p7i4A/s320/4520635917_80ac5c7aba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.blog.thesietch.org/2007/07/01/diy-paradise-what-to-do-with-all-those-extra-plastic-bags/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other amazing objects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJU4f-OuMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8Joro40Zt2c/s1600/plasticshoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJU4f-OuMI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/8Joro40Zt2c/s320/plasticshoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJVAcoksdI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Ip-B5-YJrUU/s1600/plasticflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJVAcoksdI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Ip-B5-YJrUU/s320/plasticflower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wow, i am soo excited! I think i want to give them a try :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of course, after my 'O' levels ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4465978389394168353?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4465978389394168353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4465978389394168353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4465978389394168353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4465978389394168353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/crocheting.html' title='Crocheting'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/THJSzmyVEbI/AAAAAAAAA24/-cfX9wdpUog/s72-c/12082010972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8724098078446258287</id><published>2010-08-18T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:36:31.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><title type='text'>Youth Olympic Games 2010</title><content type='html'>I know I keep on saying this but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has bagged a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGvUDBQBHbI/AAAAAAAAA2U/-adPSDjQSWc/s1600/4185111486_82ef436900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGvUDBQBHbI/AAAAAAAAA2U/-adPSDjQSWc/s320/4185111486_82ef436900.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SILVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the Men's 50m Backstroke, thanks to Rainer Ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an extraordinary achievement when we take into account that though Singapore is only a small dot on the world map&amp;nbsp;there is a Singaporean who&amp;nbsp;is able to beat the rest (except one) to bag that precious silver medal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll see a front page news about this win. I&amp;nbsp;am certain&amp;nbsp;of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8724098078446258287?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8724098078446258287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8724098078446258287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8724098078446258287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8724098078446258287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/youth-olympic-games-2010.html' title='Youth Olympic Games 2010'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGvUDBQBHbI/AAAAAAAAA2U/-adPSDjQSWc/s72-c/4185111486_82ef436900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6109859582245487887</id><published>2010-08-13T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:38:24.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><title type='text'>It's Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>Should there be a cause for worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;13 Interesting Facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Belief that the number 13 is unlucky is the most common Western superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every month has a 13th but no single year has more than three Friday the 13th's and on average there are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Months with a Friday the 13th always begin on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It is from the Norse goddess Frigg, or Freyja, that we get Frigg's Day, or Freyja's Day which became the English Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Women drivers have a 64% increased chance of death when driving on Friday the 13th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. According to at least one interpretation of the Mayan calendar the world will end on 13.13.13.13.13.13.13.0.0.0.0 or in the Gregorian calendar, Friday, October 13, 4772.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hauntedbay.com/history/friday13.shtml#5"&gt;Read more here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6109859582245487887?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6109859582245487887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6109859582245487887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6109859582245487887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6109859582245487887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-friday-13th.html' title='It&apos;s Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2772218944277841272</id><published>2010-08-10T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:00:22.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life~'/><title type='text'>Bye bye National Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGETnjtsgnI/AAAAAAAAA14/pLa52ak59Vc/s1600/09082010958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGETnjtsgnI/AAAAAAAAA14/pLa52ak59Vc/s320/09082010958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whole family watching NDP 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGEUQIlc55I/AAAAAAAAA2A/WcKDSuSw6f8/s1600/19072010883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGEUQIlc55I/AAAAAAAAA2A/WcKDSuSw6f8/s320/19072010883.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGEUx_Za4dI/AAAAAAAAA2I/pvE9qh97n6Q/s1600/22072010887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGEUx_Za4dI/AAAAAAAAA2I/pvE9qh97n6Q/s320/22072010887.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another year will pass before i can see this sight again. *Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2772218944277841272?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2772218944277841272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2772218944277841272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2772218944277841272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2772218944277841272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/whole-family-watching-ndp-2010-another.html' title='Bye bye National Flags'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TGETnjtsgnI/AAAAAAAAA14/pLa52ak59Vc/s72-c/09082010958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8641711706194579565</id><published>2010-08-09T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:40:55.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Singapore :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF7Y-_l5y0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/DJuljkhickc/s1600/c8a1526f0ce54778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF7Y-_l5y0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/DJuljkhickc/s200/c8a1526f0ce54778.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 45th BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be a Singaporean because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I like it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is a society where people are not discriminated based on their gender, race or religion. I am a female and i absolutely hate it when i hear or read articles that show men treating women like dirt. I think they should be caned or maybe descend into the lowest level of hell for their actions. And i also know that in some countries, females&amp;nbsp;are supposed to stay at home ,&amp;nbsp;do housework and take care of their family, which is why their families&amp;nbsp;do not think these females should be educated. So i am blessed to be living here, in Singapore, where &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; is getting an education and no one is left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is also a peaceful country. There are no major riots, no acts of discrimination, no tsunamis, no earthquakes, no typhoons, relatively peaceful as compared to our &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;neighbours. We don't have to worry about such disasters occurring because it won't.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can blabber on but ... let's just get to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My wish for Singapore is for her to be a prosperous nation who's Quality of Life is very high and that her people are living happily and know how precious Singapore actually is.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8641711706194579565?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8641711706194579565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8641711706194579565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8641711706194579565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8641711706194579565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday Singapore :)'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF7Y-_l5y0I/AAAAAAAAA1w/DJuljkhickc/s72-c/c8a1526f0ce54778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-3402029437273142820</id><published>2010-08-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:05:31.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>Travel Exhibition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1yhyWLLPI/AAAAAAAAA1A/m3XQ1FDX-i8/s1600/07082010947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1yhyWLLPI/AAAAAAAAA1A/m3XQ1FDX-i8/s320/07082010947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1yrubFGsI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ejQohtEOwqU/s1600/07082010946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1yrubFGsI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ejQohtEOwqU/s320/07082010946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I'm a camera-whore but this is the first time I'm wearing a hair band outside so i think it should be celebrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if you look carefully, you'll notice that somehow my position is the&amp;nbsp;same in both pictures (no, they're not photo-shot)&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My family went to Suntec City, and saw this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1yyIl87DI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hQ5DvWWrLj4/s1600/07082010948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1yyIl87DI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hQ5DvWWrLj4/s320/07082010948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;at a travel exhibition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He had been spinning for quite a while, around 4 minutes or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if he'd been dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I assume he is a Turkish man, based on his dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A closer look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1y7YpUU6I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/9th5jMmMCE0/s1600/07082010949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1y7YpUU6I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/9th5jMmMCE0/s320/07082010949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was a free distribution of free Turkish ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1zIQq7OgI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FiDrfAfrgfM/s1600/07082010951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1zIQq7OgI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FiDrfAfrgfM/s320/07082010951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And being a Singaporean, who could resist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The ice cream was different as the usual ones; it was stretchy and chewy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I saw on a programme that the ice cream prepared in Turkey had to be pounded to achieve this texture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to see another country's culture and food. Perhaps someday I'll travel around the world to fulfill this wish .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-3402029437273142820?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3402029437273142820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=3402029437273142820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3402029437273142820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/3402029437273142820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/travel-exhibition.html' title='Travel Exhibition'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TF1yhyWLLPI/AAAAAAAAA1A/m3XQ1FDX-i8/s72-c/07082010947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4704085975021962997</id><published>2010-08-07T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:21:38.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Review: The Five People You Meet in Heaven, by Mitch Albom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFwxSQBq3zI/AAAAAAAAA0g/50FYOtF81J4/s1600/200px-MitchAlbom_TheFivePeopleYouMeetInHeaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFwxSQBq3zI/AAAAAAAAA0g/50FYOtF81J4/s320/200px-MitchAlbom_TheFivePeopleYouMeetInHeaven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eddie is a grizzled war veteran who feels trapped in a meaningless life of fixing rides at a seaside amusement park. His days are a dull routine of work, loneliness, and regret. Then, on his 83rd birthday, Eddie dies in a tragic accident, trying to save a little girl from a falling cart. He awakens in the afterlife, where he learns that heaven is not a lush Garden of Eden, but a place where your earthly life is explained to you by five people. These people may have been loved ones or distant strangers. Yet each of them changed your path forever. One by one, Eddie’s five people illuminate the unseen connections of his earthly life. As the story builds to its stunning conclusion, Eddie desperately seeks redemption in the still-unknown last act of his life: Was it a heroic success or a devastating failure? The answer, which comes from the most unlikely of sources, is as inspirational as a glimpse of heaven itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this book quite interesting and unique&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;the genre is&amp;nbsp;outside that which i usually read and the way it is written&amp;nbsp;keeps me&amp;nbsp;interested in knowing&amp;nbsp;who the other people Eddie will meet in heaven.&amp;nbsp;(The reason why i picked this up was that&amp;nbsp;i saw many classmates reading it and my friend was kind enough to lend her book to me. Thanks Em!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is literally about 5 people whom Eddie will meet in Heaven, after he dies. By meeting these people, he will be able to understand more about the life he had on Earth and try to understand the meaning of forgiving and letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the book's idea is&amp;nbsp;that there will always be a cause and effect; sometimes the outcome will be good, sometimes it will be bad, but it will&amp;nbsp;happen every time, everywhere. And that every action a person take will be felt either by him/her or another person. It makes me think that everyone is connected in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part which i had liked the most was&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;SPOILER ALERT !! ~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;the relationship Eddie had with his wife, Marguerite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;"I never wanted anyone else," he said quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;"I know," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;"I was still in love with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;"I know." She nodded. "I felt it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;"Here?" he asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;"Even here," she said smiling. "That's how strong lost love can be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;And also, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;When he moved his head back, she was 47 again, the web of lines between her eyes, the thinner hair, the looser skin beneath her chin. She smiled and he smiled, and she was, to him, as beautiful as ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;How sweet was it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'll give it a &lt;strong&gt;8 out of 10&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a good book, especially if you want to try out something new and fresh and wish to know what Heaven means to some of us. It's not really a spiritual book but more of a moving-on book, what happens after dying. Plus &lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc;"&gt;the love Eddie and Marguerite share is another reason why you should read this book. After all, how many books that you read have this type of sweet and long lasting love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4704085975021962997?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4704085975021962997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4704085975021962997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4704085975021962997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4704085975021962997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.html' title='Review: The Five People You Meet in Heaven, by Mitch Albom'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFwxSQBq3zI/AAAAAAAAA0g/50FYOtF81J4/s72-c/200px-MitchAlbom_TheFivePeopleYouMeetInHeaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7399844882743285582</id><published>2010-08-04T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:12:38.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>What happened today was an experience that didn't had that&amp;nbsp;much an impact on my life but i think I'll more or less remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the quiz on YOG, i voluntarily went ran up to the steps of the stage to answer the question. I was surprised with myself because i didn't think i was that courageous. I mean, when i was in primary school, the presenter had picked me, of all people (but i think it was because i was wearing a pink jacket at that time),&amp;nbsp;to go on stage to answer his question&amp;nbsp;but i kept shaking my head. No, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i just ran there to answer. Could you see how much i support the YOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. When he showed the question, i was thinking, "Will i regret it later? Will i regret it?" and then when no one went up, i just stood and ran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I am kinda proud of myself of doing that, though i could have stared at the audience instead of just hiding my face behind my hair and staring at the screen and at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, i was unable to win the prize --wrong answer-- but at least i had gain something much more in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7399844882743285582?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7399844882743285582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7399844882743285582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7399844882743285582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7399844882743285582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1776820679545791608</id><published>2010-08-02T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:13:12.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>Birthdays, Birthdays</title><content type='html'>First up is Joey's&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (which happened last month but i was too lazy to post it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFahSQGXJgI/AAAAAAAAAzw/RcV-jvEYcA4/s1600/24072010888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFahSQGXJgI/AAAAAAAAAzw/RcV-jvEYcA4/s320/24072010888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFajS5ZYPmI/AAAAAAAAAz4/I6ELif3OhRw/s1600/24072010891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFajS5ZYPmI/AAAAAAAAAz4/I6ELif3OhRw/s320/24072010891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFajjiuY-gI/AAAAAAAAA0A/7PDOj6GP_m8/s1600/24072010892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFajjiuY-gI/AAAAAAAAA0A/7PDOj6GP_m8/s320/24072010892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFaj9Od7OWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/hZ8YkTfeNek/s1600/24072010895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFaj9Od7OWI/AAAAAAAAA0I/hZ8YkTfeNek/s320/24072010895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hehehe :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can guess, it's a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But not any book, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's a book by Jeaniene Frost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;has Cat and Bones in it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And another, which happened today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFalES-v1WI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NaWujul3p7c/s1600/02082010928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFalES-v1WI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NaWujul3p7c/s320/02082010928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was blushing when we sang the birthday song. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFanPoGcmSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/y6L7h6t2lFY/s1600/02082010930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFanPoGcmSI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/y6L7h6t2lFY/s320/02082010930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a close up of the chocolate cake, which unfortunately i couldn't eat ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it was a fun day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1776820679545791608?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1776820679545791608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1776820679545791608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1776820679545791608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1776820679545791608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthdays-birthdays.html' title='Birthdays, Birthdays'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TFahSQGXJgI/AAAAAAAAAzw/RcV-jvEYcA4/s72-c/24072010888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-950885288147491731</id><published>2010-07-29T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:00:00.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><title type='text'>Cell phones</title><content type='html'>Did you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One study claims that among people who have used a cell phone for more than 10 years and who hold the phone to alternate sides of the head, listening with both the right and left ear, there is a 20 % increased risk of brain tumor; for people who hold the phone only on one side, there is a 200 % increased risk for tumor. The same researches suggest that cordless home phones are worse: holding the phone on alternate sides has been associated with a 220% increased risk of brain tumor, while holding it on one side is associated with a 470% increased risk.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Taken from a book titled "&lt;a href="http://www.dangerousorsafe.com/"&gt;Dangerous or Safe?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to reduce such exposure, you could:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;While communicating using your cell phone, try to keep the cell phone away from the body as much as possible. Whenever possible, use the speakerphone mode or a wireless Bluetooth headset, which has less than one one-hundredth of the electromagnetic emission of a normal cell phone. Use of a hands-free earpiece attachment may also reduce exposures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid carrying your cell phones on your body at all times. You can also put it on "flight" or "off-line" mode, which stops electromagnetic emissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must carry your cell phone on you, make sure that the keypad is positioned toward your body and the back is positioned toward the outside so that the transmitted electromagnetic fields move away from you rather than through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When possible, communicate via text messaging rather than making a call, limiting the duration of exposure and the proximity to the body.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Edited and taken from an article &lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_14065.cfm"&gt;"Important Precautionary Advice Regarding Cell Phone Use" by Ronald B. Herberman, MD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you taken the steps needed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-950885288147491731?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/950885288147491731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=950885288147491731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/950885288147491731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/950885288147491731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/cell-phones.html' title='Cell phones'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-739059299670941711</id><published>2010-07-29T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:39:25.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.37pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been so long since we had such an early release (except on Fridays)! Usually our days would be like: &lt;br /&gt;~3pm release, or 5/6pm release if we have mock exams. This is a good and nice change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-739059299670941711?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/739059299670941711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=739059299670941711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/739059299670941711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/739059299670941711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-time-is-it-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-6340690247151231710</id><published>2010-07-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:29:36.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wall looks so bleak after removing my anime posters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TE7Qz56a1BI/AAAAAAAAAzg/tAi6QnRkLAc/s1600/27072010905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TE7Qz56a1BI/AAAAAAAAAzg/tAi6QnRkLAc/s320/27072010905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you look closely, i bet you can see white lines on the wall, as a result of the posters being there for a year &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-6340690247151231710?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6340690247151231710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=6340690247151231710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6340690247151231710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/6340690247151231710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wall-looks-so-bleak-after-removing.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TE7Qz56a1BI/AAAAAAAAAzg/tAi6QnRkLAc/s72-c/27072010905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-490065655553539281</id><published>2010-07-26T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:53:22.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>I am going through a phase</title><content type='html'>I feel as if i am going through a type of phase that will&amp;nbsp;probably destroy me forever when i find out that i prefer&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; to my&amp;nbsp;romance fiction books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands now hold a *gasp* non-fiction book titled "Dangerous or Safe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TE0-ymhkanI/AAAAAAAAAzY/uiYZa-oeen8/s1600/9781594630620L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TE0-ymhkanI/AAAAAAAAAzY/uiYZa-oeen8/s320/9781594630620L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;which is making me analyze what i am putting in my mouth.&lt;em&gt; I am slightly horrified to note that i actually find this book kind of interesting. &lt;/em&gt;A month ago i wouldn't even spare such books a glance. Now, i am actually holding it!! (and reading it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am using a conventional pencil. With a sharpener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-490065655553539281?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/490065655553539281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=490065655553539281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/490065655553539281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/490065655553539281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-going-through-phase.html' title='I am going through a phase'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TE0-ymhkanI/AAAAAAAAAzY/uiYZa-oeen8/s72-c/9781594630620L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-5340695936908718662</id><published>2010-07-17T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:50:40.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt</title><content type='html'>Being told that i had no general knowledge (though i could recognise the word Cleopatra but not the history) had spurred me to Yahoo it. So, here are the basic things that i have learnt about who Cleopatra really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGJrVk6n2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/YuKNfdxh4I4/s1600/170PX-~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGJrVk6n2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/YuKNfdxh4I4/s320/170PX-~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleopatra is a queen of Egypt. And a famous one at that.&amp;nbsp;She was born in 69 B.C. in Alexandria, during the reign of the Ptolemy family to Ptolemy XII. And Cleopatra came to reign in 51B.C. while she was of 17 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Years after that, she had met, or seduced as some sources went, Julius Caesar&amp;nbsp;and became his mistress. Caesarion was born soon after. It has been said that Cleopatra had loved Caesar.&amp;nbsp;However, on March 15 &amp;nbsp;44 BC, a crowd of conspirators surrounded Caesar at a Senate meeting and stabbed him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGKQOuPBOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/15oLvzVEJPE/s1600/c76af2b111311d1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGKQOuPBOI/AAAAAAAAAzA/15oLvzVEJPE/s320/c76af2b111311d1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cleopatra met Mark Anthony.a few years later, and had an affair, which&amp;nbsp;led to the birth of his twins. Anthony was very much in love with her, putting her name and face on&amp;nbsp;the Roman coin and divorcing Octavia, his wife. (However,&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;has been suggestions&amp;nbsp;that relations between Antony and Octavian had begun disintegrating for several years.) Octavian&amp;nbsp;then formally declared war against Cleopatra. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Antony committed suicide by falling on his own sword in 30 BC when his troops were defeated. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEATH&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Cleopatra, afraid of being humiliated, decided to take her life. She had an asp, which was a poisonous&amp;nbsp;Egyptian cobra, brought to her hidden in a basket of figs. When the guards entered to see Cleopatra, they found the 39-year old queen dead on her golden bed. Yet, other source states that it was hidden in a vase, and that she poked it with a spindle until it got angry enough to bite her on the arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGE-QQkuZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nDl0K6d1sps/s1600/220px-Guido_Cagnacci_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGE-QQkuZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nDl0K6d1sps/s320/220px-Guido_Cagnacci_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGJwar6F8I/AAAAAAAAAy4/tdzc9-fIeXA/s1600/170px-Denderah3_Cleopatra_Cesarion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGJwar6F8I/AAAAAAAAAy4/tdzc9-fIeXA/s320/170px-Denderah3_Cleopatra_Cesarion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In one source, Cleopatra was seen as a&amp;nbsp;remarkable person, she had great brilliance and her devotion to her country was utmost. She had a charismatic personality, was a born leader and an ambitious monarch who deserved better than suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In another source,&amp;nbsp;Queen Cleopatra was thought to be a murdering, adulterous seductress who conspired in the demise of her own family, countrymen, and powerful Romans. Her death at her own hand was said to be the last desperate attempt of an immoral woman to at least control her own end, having lost all accumulated wealth, power, and lovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEAUTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cleopatra was regarded as a great beauty, even in the ancient world. In his&lt;em&gt; Pensées&lt;/em&gt;, philosopher Blaise Pascal contends that Cleopatra's classically beautiful profile changed world history:&lt;em&gt; "Cleopatra's nose, had it been shorter, the whole face of the world would have been changed.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Cassius Dio also spoke of Cleopatra's allure: &lt;em&gt;"For she was a woman of surpassing beauty, and at that time, when she was in the prime of her youth, she was most striking; she also possessed a most charming voice and knowledge of how to make herself agreeable to every one. Being brilliant to look upon and to listen to, with the power to subjugate every one, even a love-sated man already past his prime, she thought that it would be in keeping with her role to meet Caesar, and she reposed in her beauty all her claims to the throne."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, some people have felt that&amp;nbsp;though Cleopatra&amp;nbsp;was very intelligent and a shrewd politician with an extraordinary charisma, she was not beautiful and had a much masculine features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Which would you believe? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This is the watered down version (and not that accurate) but you get the gist of it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So now you know the history of Cleopatra. I feel that if a book was dedicated to the whole life of her, it would be as thick as the length of my palm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowlegements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kingtutshop.com/freeinfo/cleopatra.htm"&gt;http://www.kingtutshop.com/freeinfo/cleopatra.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleopatra_VII"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleopatra_VII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-5340695936908718662?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5340695936908718662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=5340695936908718662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5340695936908718662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/5340695936908718662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/cleopatra-queen-of-egypt.html' title='Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TEGJrVk6n2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/YuKNfdxh4I4/s72-c/170PX-~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7882909631313481185</id><published>2010-07-15T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:45:42.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Facts'/><title type='text'>This calls for caution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TD8CnxPJ7tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4k-d30gcIOQ/s1600/11072010875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TD8CnxPJ7tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4k-d30gcIOQ/s320/11072010875.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7882909631313481185?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7882909631313481185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7882909631313481185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7882909631313481185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7882909631313481185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-calls-for-caution.html' title='This calls for caution'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TD8CnxPJ7tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/4k-d30gcIOQ/s72-c/11072010875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8248257488002359783</id><published>2010-07-10T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:28:44.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>First Time ...</title><content type='html'>I saw someone doing eyebrow tattoo right in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDiAo2tCNLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Yh5JvFcrqTw/s1600/10072010867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDiAo2tCNLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Yh5JvFcrqTw/s200/10072010867.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i saw a bit of blood coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDiBBd0NpYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FXCy0G1sYF4/s1600/10072010870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDiBBd0NpYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FXCy0G1sYF4/s200/10072010870.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; The final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus a facial right&amp;nbsp;in my face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDiEkO3BIkI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5HuklCQvJjI/s1600/10072010871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDiEkO3BIkI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5HuklCQvJjI/s200/10072010871.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8248257488002359783?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8248257488002359783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8248257488002359783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8248257488002359783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8248257488002359783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-time.html' title='First Time ...'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDiAo2tCNLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/Yh5JvFcrqTw/s72-c/10072010867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8620582140195792442</id><published>2010-07-08T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:35:43.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am immensely disappointed with myself. IMMENSELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that i did that! I just can't believe it... (Those whom have been in contact with me 1 hour after &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; has happened have already heard many times now but i still want to say: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DISAPPOINTED AND DISSATISFIED AT MY POOR PERFORMANCE IN THE ORAL EXAM!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ... There were so many pauses and words that i got wrong. And I'd repeated the WRONG WORDS again and again. Urg, i &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; am very, extremely sad and unhappy. What was wrong with me at that time!! Why couldn't i be more calm?!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDWHYG5crsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/AiaYG84gHr8/s1600/683ec6a30031381c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDWHYG5crsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/AiaYG84gHr8/s200/683ec6a30031381c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8620582140195792442?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8620582140195792442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8620582140195792442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8620582140195792442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8620582140195792442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-immensely-disappointed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TDWHYG5crsI/AAAAAAAAAyA/AiaYG84gHr8/s72-c/683ec6a30031381c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8601669781726273466</id><published>2010-07-05T08:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:30:27.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Articles</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a post on the &lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2006/02/true-love/slater-text/1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Geographic website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;about True Love and it was very interesting. It uses a first person view to tell us what the scientists have found out, instead of going all clinical. Very interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few qoutes from that post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We love whom we love not so much because of the future we hope to build but because of the past we hope to reclaim.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Studies around the world confirm that, indeed, passion usually ends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that is unfortunate? I mean, doesn't anyone hope that their passion with their loved ones will continue throughout their lives? I know i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8601669781726273466?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8601669781726273466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8601669781726273466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8601669781726273466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8601669781726273466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/articles.html' title='Articles'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-328404518635074620</id><published>2010-07-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:04:19.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>Something Unique</title><content type='html'>I just received an expected phone call. I thought the person was someone else. It was fun to talk with that person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that i did today that was unique: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked until my toes hurt. Wearing the ladies' shoes does make the outfit look prettier but it does nothing for comfort. I guess i'm&amp;nbsp;just too used&amp;nbsp;to wearing men's shoes that had broader toe area...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-328404518635074620?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/328404518635074620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=328404518635074620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/328404518635074620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/328404518635074620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-unique.html' title='Something Unique'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-691968489280672422</id><published>2010-07-02T15:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:30:07.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga'/><title type='text'>Manga Review: Olimpos, by Aki</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Manga Review: Olimpos, by Aki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading &lt;strong&gt;Olimpos &lt;/strong&gt;and whew, let me tell you, the story is so captivating. It is not as simple as 1 + 1&amp;nbsp; but there are many complications in this manga. Not to say that there are many twists and turns but rather, it is more in the mental&amp;nbsp;and emotional stance. This is the manga that i think anyone will like. It shows that humans, even gods, sometimes become twisted, not until they are evil, but just ... twisted. Their thinking is slightly different from us normal humans; after all, who will remain sane if they are immortal and just stay in a "garden" however beautiful for the rest of their lives, which is estentially forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was unique about this story is that the manga is told from different perspectives, be it from the young man, Ganymede, Heinz or from the god, Apollo. It will definitely keep you interested in clicking the Next button because it is just that&amp;nbsp;good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus is it's beautiful art. The artist focus more on the clothing aspect, in my opinion, but doesn't do bad at all when drawing the characters' expressions. This is probably among&amp;nbsp;the most memorable manga that i've read because it really dives into the question of whether being immortal is really all that fun. &lt;em&gt;And, &lt;/em&gt;it takes a good artist to make sure that the characters remain in the line of being twisted, and are sometimes toeing it,&amp;nbsp;but not until they are completely evil and the reader can't sympathise with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the manga seemed to have lost its steam in the second volume. There was a little cliff hanger at the end and it ended quite abrutly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this manga a &lt;strong&gt;4 / 5 .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You should go check it out, no matter what your preference is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TC2bJ8WLgtI/AAAAAAAAAxw/QmyGfRn-gMA/s1600/000-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TC2bJ8WLgtI/AAAAAAAAAxw/QmyGfRn-gMA/s400/000-cover.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Heinz goes to church to pray, he says he'll do anything to get his wish granted - as long as it's not too hard. So when someone answers his prayer, he agrees to the condition: if he convinces a shut-in to step outside, his wish will be granted. But when Heinz agrees, a beautiful man claiming to be God appears before him, kisses him, and whisks him away to a world full of flowers and everlasting night. It is there that he finds a young man trapped by his own despair and belief that he cannot leave, and Heinz must convince the boy that escape is possible in order to return to his own life and have his wish granted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You can get your fix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anymanga.com/olimpos/001/001/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The series is&amp;nbsp;completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Teaser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TC2cR2V8mXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/CUpw44kcHi0/s1600/036.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TC2cR2V8mXI/AAAAAAAAAx4/CUpw44kcHi0/s640/036.png" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-691968489280672422?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/691968489280672422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=691968489280672422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/691968489280672422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/691968489280672422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/manga-review.html' title='Manga Review: Olimpos, by Aki'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TC2bJ8WLgtI/AAAAAAAAAxw/QmyGfRn-gMA/s72-c/000-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-7016212755407604948</id><published>2010-06-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:32:07.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently reading up on all the JCs in Singapore and will apply DA to some. ... This is really a last minute decision. Haha.. There's some potential schools in my mind, but i'm not too sure about the courses they offer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Everything is so rushed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-7016212755407604948?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7016212755407604948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=7016212755407604948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7016212755407604948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/7016212755407604948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-currently-reading-up-on-all-jcs-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-861789188873256503</id><published>2010-06-27T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:44:29.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TCbFhM_nHzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ca8QnvE3hj4/s1600/26062010843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TCbFhM_nHzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ca8QnvE3hj4/s320/26062010843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!! I got new shoes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Realising this is kinda small thing but still decides to post this is slighty ... wonkers) &lt;/i&gt;I think this is the first time that i bought and will frequently wear a ladies shoe. Haha, i can't wait to wear it again. (Even though the gold colour looks a little ...bright.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annd, yesterday there was a partial eclipse. On the top left hand corner of the moon. &lt;br /&gt;Then a few hours later, the shadow disappeared and reverted back into a full moon!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;How cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-861789188873256503?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/861789188873256503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=861789188873256503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/861789188873256503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/861789188873256503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TCbFhM_nHzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ca8QnvE3hj4/s72-c/26062010843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-4175473048561616783</id><published>2010-06-20T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:03:23.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><title type='text'>Sat.</title><content type='html'>I went out with Joey yesterday. I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;have a life after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, Harris has &lt;strong&gt;Married by Morning&lt;/strong&gt; by Lisa Kleypas?!!!! We were both drooling when we saw it. But it cost $18.95 ... So expensive... Urg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to library and played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TB3nLs1nWBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/c4dJ9LY8xy4/s1600/19062010815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TB3nLs1nWBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/c4dJ9LY8xy4/s320/19062010815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! You scream quite loudly Joey :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-4175473048561616783?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4175473048561616783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=4175473048561616783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4175473048561616783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/4175473048561616783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/sat.html' title='Sat.'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TB3nLs1nWBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/c4dJ9LY8xy4/s72-c/19062010815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2714615200618520439</id><published>2010-06-15T23:41:00.077+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:31:05.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contemporary Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Vision In White by Nora Roberts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Book Review: Vision In White by Nora Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBisC-dALtI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HF-DLPpxKpg/s1600/35617563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBisC-dALtI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HF-DLPpxKpg/s320/35617563.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts cordially invites you to meet childhood friends Parker, Emma, Laurel, and Mac – the founders of Vows, one of Connecticut’s premier wedding planning companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After years of throwing make-believe weddings in the backyard, flowers, photography, desserts, and details are what these women do best: a guaranteed perfect, beautiful day full of memories to last the rest of your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With bridal magazine covers to her credit, Mackensie “Mac” Elliot is most at home behind the camera – ready to capture the happy moments she never experienced while growing up. Her father replaced his first family with a second, and now her mother, moving on to yet another man, begs Mac for attention and money. Mac’s foundation is jostled again moments before an important wedding planning meeting when she bumps into the bride-to-be’s brother…an encounter that has them both seeing stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carter Maguire is definitely not her type: he’s stable, and he’s safe. He’s even an English teacher at their high school alma mater. There’s something about him that makes Mac think a casual fling is just what she needs to take her mind off dealing with bride-zillas and screening her mother’s phone calls. But a casual fling can turn into something more when you least expect it. And with the help of her three best friends – and business partners – Mac must learn how to make her own happy memories…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this book, with its unique characters unlike other romance rovels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other novels, the hero is tall, well-built, dominating, arrogant and knows how to seduce a woman. However, in this book, the hero is lanky, slighty sensitive, knows how to &lt;em&gt;listen &lt;/em&gt;and stammers sometimes when he meets the heroine. He has&amp;nbsp;the type of&amp;nbsp;inner will which you don't really see in romance novels, be it in&amp;nbsp;the heros or heroines.&amp;nbsp;You can say this character is definitely NOT a sterotype, which somehow or rather makes him likable. Reading this novel has endeared him to me, and he has (unexpectedly)&amp;nbsp;become the few heros that i like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very envious of the friendship betweeen the heroine and her 3 other friends. Through up and downs, they are still together for more than 10years, each with their own roles in the wedding business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book focuses more on the emotional feelings of both leads and there are plenty of dialouge between the characaters. The book was well written in the fact that it had told how both hero and heroine fell in love with each other. Instead of the usual "sparks flew and we got in bed etc." in typical romance novels, this was more of a "we got to know each other and the flame burned, slow but steady" type, which was really nice and a good change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you are tired of those romance novels' plots&amp;nbsp;that are too unrealistic,&amp;nbsp;not enough emotional description and&amp;nbsp;despicting the hero as one not likely seen in real life and you want romance that ordinary people can find,&amp;nbsp;then this&amp;nbsp;book is just for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough&amp;nbsp;to pick up this novel to read and hope that you'll might be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; 4/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vision In White is Book 1 of the Bride Quartet series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2714615200618520439?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2714615200618520439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2714615200618520439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2714615200618520439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2714615200618520439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-review-vision-in-white-by-nora.html' title='Book Review: Vision In White by Nora Roberts'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBisC-dALtI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HF-DLPpxKpg/s72-c/35617563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-1703328725450372372</id><published>2010-06-15T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:33:16.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Random Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBcduHan3EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/12tndaOiuAA/s1600/12062010778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBcduHan3EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/12tndaOiuAA/s320/12062010778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She's still alive. And beside me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBccO4SuIyI/AAAAAAAAAug/VuMW0-1_FiE/s1600/13062010784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBccO4SuIyI/AAAAAAAAAug/VuMW0-1_FiE/s320/13062010784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's my brother's shoe, with my feet inside. See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBceM2-9g6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/HRHEyYs8vlQ/s1600/14062010794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBceM2-9g6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/HRHEyYs8vlQ/s320/14062010794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on the bus from KL to Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-1703328725450372372?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1703328725450372372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=1703328725450372372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1703328725450372372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/1703328725450372372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/random-photos.html' title='Random Photos'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBcduHan3EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/12tndaOiuAA/s72-c/12062010778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2684324684553256207</id><published>2010-06-11T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:30:46.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranormal Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><title type='text'>Book Review: Chalice Of Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Book Review: Chalice Of Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBGnHYGccsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MfusT47VefI/s1600/cor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBGnHYGccsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MfusT47VefI/s320/cor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Romance and destiny intertwine in four all-new novellas inspired by grail quests-featuring two New York Times bestselling authors! From the bestselling and award-winning authors of Dragon Lovers comes an anthology of fantasy, romance, and eternal love. In these four novellas, history and destiny spark passion, and everything depends on the fate of one mystical cup: the Holy Grail. A young woman must find her love to summon the Grail to bring peace to England; a Regency lady must keep it safe from Napoleon's spies; a modern sorceress must keep the Grail from falling into Nazi hands, and an American must put the chalice at risk to rescue her one true love. These are four passionate and enchanting stories of desire and destiny inspired by one of our most powerful legends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a collection of short stories, total 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I was ...&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; This book&amp;nbsp;has highlighted to me why i dislike collections of short stories. There are many things which i do not like, and i can name them aloud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There is no room for character development. Seeing that there is a limited amount of pages, it is almost certain that the stories do not dive into the characters, their background etc. It makes sure that the characters are flat, there is no 'dimension'&amp;nbsp;about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It's too fast. Almost all the stories proceed for about 2-5 days. And in one story, the hero and heroine just fell in love/ wanted to get married after meeting each other ONCE in real life! (One has to&amp;nbsp;discount the "dreams" they had of each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It starts with the hero/heroine searching for the Holy Grail in every story, since that seems to be the theme. I find it ridiculous that they (hero and heroine) would want to get the Holy Grail for (something like) saving their country. It is just pushing the boundaries i set for Paranormal Romances (not in a good way). Plus the stories aren't told nicely, it was too fast, hence I didn't like this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, seeing that i have no good things to say about this book, i'll give this&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.5/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not one i would want to re-read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2684324684553256207?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2684324684553256207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2684324684553256207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2684324684553256207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2684324684553256207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-review-chalice-of-roses.html' title='Book Review: Chalice Of Roses'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TBGnHYGccsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MfusT47VefI/s72-c/cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-8307742055534813569</id><published>2010-06-04T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:20:11.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What is this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiosGkK3pI/AAAAAAAAAt4/MIvPZY55EgQ/s1600/03062010760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiosGkK3pI/AAAAAAAAAt4/MIvPZY55EgQ/s320/03062010760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;actually asking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A) Mum mum; or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;B) Keep mum&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ah, the uses&amp;nbsp;of English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-8307742055534813569?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8307742055534813569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=8307742055534813569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8307742055534813569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/8307742055534813569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiosGkK3pI/AAAAAAAAAt4/MIvPZY55EgQ/s72-c/03062010760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141037733552113222.post-2950932281075480069</id><published>2010-06-03T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:51:24.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Kleypas'/><title type='text'>This is definitely the best moment of my life</title><content type='html'>My father stood at the gate. And he handed to me a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiqUay6JkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6rXFOLjajig/s1600/03062010762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiqUay6JkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6rXFOLjajig/s320/03062010762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Side view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomogmogmogmogmgmgomgogmogmogmogawd!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasping for air* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAirdX1WkhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/qsblU7wHK0k/s1600/03062010763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAirdX1WkhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/qsblU7wHK0k/s320/03062010763.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's-it's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiwTuwf3HI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/se3b2Y0jtOk/s1600/03062010764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiwTuwf3HI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/se3b2Y0jtOk/s320/03062010764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY 4 MOOCHED BOOKS OF LISA KLEYPAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flying in heaven*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, THIS, is the ONLY thing which pleasures me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SOOOOOOOOOO GLAD FOR IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 BOOKS IN A SERIES!! xD Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, I can't wait to start reading them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*gleefully rubbing my hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how i love Kleypas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7141037733552113222-2950932281075480069?l=tales-of-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2950932281075480069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141037733552113222&amp;postID=2950932281075480069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2950932281075480069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141037733552113222/posts/default/2950932281075480069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tales-of-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-definitely-best-moment-of-my.html' title='This is definitely the best moment of my life'/><author><name>Edna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17179175763868173379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/SnuKGfD3x9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/kRWdzteJ-QE/S220/CIMG0043.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jvN_Sq9b9w8/TAiqUay6JkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6rXFOLjajig/s72-c/03062010762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
