<?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-5319736157339937889</id><updated>2011-08-31T21:54:09.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Heaven on Earth...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6772847195327183185</id><published>2010-02-06T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:32:36.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays Recap Part 1 - Benny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5gQo-lWI/AAAAAAAAChI/XeYExsA1oB0/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+051a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523077646357858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5gQo-lWI/AAAAAAAAChI/XeYExsA1oB0/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+051a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated his birthday in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place of accomodation: &lt;a href="http://www.mutiarahotels.com/mutiara_jb/index.html"&gt;Mutiara Hotel, JB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places we visted: &lt;a href="http://www.dangabay.com/"&gt;Danga Bay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dangacitymall.com/"&gt;Danga City Mall&lt;/a&gt;, Holiday Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable moment(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Simba the tiger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Szq8yQuN2gI/AAAAAAAACfY/Qfkquy0cALk/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+161a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420852673162107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Szq8yQuN2gI/AAAAAAAACfY/Qfkquy0cALk/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+161a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz99xhu6MdI/AAAAAAAACgI/CIxlmwN3EOA/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422190766199550418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz99xhu6MdI/AAAAAAAACgI/CIxlmwN3EOA/s400/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time in my life that I touched a tiger, and the reason why I wanted to go JB to celebrate his bd.&lt;br /&gt;This tiger can be found in the petting zoo at Danga Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance fee is only $4, very cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i went, Simba was only 1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take a pic with him, but my family din allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;Now he is 2 years old, and huge!&lt;br /&gt;When the time came for photo-taking with the Simba, the trainer was asking who wants to go first.&lt;br /&gt;Benny volunteered, and then we were urshered to the front.&lt;br /&gt;We bickered a bit over him wanting to go first..y not let other people go first right in case anything happens,right? ...luckily nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_0xNPtI/AAAAAAAACjw/ToUDHc1MSIc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+166a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524719432122066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_0xNPtI/AAAAAAAACjw/ToUDHc1MSIc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+166a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62GmcnBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vMU3F3Vqs_E/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+162a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524552420138002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62GmcnBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vMU3F3Vqs_E/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+162a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_cBdI0I/AAAAAAAACjo/87BAUks-aQ8/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+165a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524712789386050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_cBdI0I/AAAAAAAACjo/87BAUks-aQ8/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+165a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62iBPlmI/AAAAAAAACjg/VN0C6zOc21Q/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+164a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524559780288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62iBPlmI/AAAAAAAACjg/VN0C6zOc21Q/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+164a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62cFEhYI/AAAAAAAACjY/o7HVtoqowy4/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+163a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524558185727362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62cFEhYI/AAAAAAAACjY/o7HVtoqowy4/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+163a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q619tAdKI/AAAAAAAACjI/sKC-eEwBYuc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+160a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524550031733922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q619tAdKI/AAAAAAAACjI/sKC-eEwBYuc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+160a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q61ZEuTiI/AAAAAAAACjA/AAIhxY-IT0M/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+159a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524540199095842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q61ZEuTiI/AAAAAAAACjA/AAIhxY-IT0M/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+159a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a tiger cub playing in his cage. You can just stretch ur hand in..if you dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6evG7yjI/AAAAAAAACiY/FO_qu62jwLo/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+147a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524150976956978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6evG7yjI/AAAAAAAACiY/FO_qu62jwLo/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+147a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JbsYTrI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ipmbWW_W7oM/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+146a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523784988053170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JbsYTrI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ipmbWW_W7oM/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+146a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JJxDWtI/AAAAAAAACiI/HBSom5D9e2U/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+145a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523780175813330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JJxDWtI/AAAAAAAACiI/HBSom5D9e2U/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+145a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IxWzYhI/AAAAAAAACiA/jm01gA4ZQmk/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+144a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523773623263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IxWzYhI/AAAAAAAACiA/jm01gA4ZQmk/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+144a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IskJ72I/AAAAAAAACh4/k2SNE2H015s/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+143a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523772337090402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IskJ72I/AAAAAAAACh4/k2SNE2H015s/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+143a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IefZkjI/AAAAAAAAChw/K61Oo672wio/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+142a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523768559047218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IefZkjI/AAAAAAAAChw/K61Oo672wio/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+142a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ho3eZoI/AAAAAAAACho/qXsR56y1R-g/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+141a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523101329483394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ho3eZoI/AAAAAAAACho/qXsR56y1R-g/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+141a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A another slightly older cub..this one look more bored bcos no toys inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5hHCbGoI/AAAAAAAAChg/So0kDIeKDQk/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+140a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523092248599170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5hHCbGoI/AAAAAAAAChg/So0kDIeKDQk/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+140a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5g1gwQaI/AAAAAAAAChY/-jhtTlaPGIc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+139a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523087543976354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5g1gwQaI/AAAAAAAAChY/-jhtTlaPGIc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+139a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ggLWNwI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Ms2kZBbe9lc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+138a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523081817044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ggLWNwI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Ms2kZBbe9lc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+138a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing such a big arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6f-5wM_I/AAAAAAAACi4/IKppzutrips/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+158a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524172396508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6f-5wM_I/AAAAAAAACi4/IKppzutrips/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+158a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we saw this ostrich, it shited one giant waterfall! We were dumbfounded haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fiqbMjI/AAAAAAAACiw/1r6i6ohq5KY/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+153a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524164816024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fiqbMjI/AAAAAAAACiw/1r6i6ohq5KY/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+153a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fZnVTvI/AAAAAAAACio/VHI00lNx1y8/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+152a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524162387136242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fZnVTvI/AAAAAAAACio/VHI00lNx1y8/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+152a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running backwards from scene of the crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fKT69KI/AAAAAAAACig/T41ps3bRsbs/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+151a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524158279185570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fKT69KI/AAAAAAAACig/T41ps3bRsbs/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+151a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most shocking moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Danga City Mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNxSHr7I/AAAAAAAACfw/NiPAsWl0bv0/s1600-h/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420858643317239730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNxSHr7I/AAAAAAAACfw/NiPAsWl0bv0/s400/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNlGqhQI/AAAAAAAACfo/OE2SDPJzlKM/s1600-h/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420858640047965442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNlGqhQI/AAAAAAAACfo/OE2SDPJzlKM/s400/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNc8bEoI/AAAAAAAACfg/lV4z9M9iVpU/s1600-h/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420858637857526402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNc8bEoI/AAAAAAAACfg/lV4z9M9iVpU/s400/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/Travel/News/Story/A1Story20090120-115918.html"&gt;This mall&lt;/a&gt; has no people..So sad that such a thing can happen.&lt;br /&gt;Dun know why because the mall is big and spacious..&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons my bro mentioned is because it's wholly owned and managed by malays. Not sure if that is true? He cited other mall examples such as Holiday Plaza(managed by chinese) and City Square (managed by Singaporean) which have more crowds.&lt;br /&gt;They should have built a cinema or a ktv place..at least it helps draw the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;But I am hoping it will have more business in the upcoming year! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, our first neoprint tada!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S21ezRcwIYI/AAAAAAAACkY/5JWG3u1YvOY/s1600-h/DSC02140a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S21ezRcwIYI/AAAAAAAACkY/5JWG3u1YvOY/s400/DSC02140a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435104560256393602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-6772847195327183185?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/6772847195327183185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=6772847195327183185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6772847195327183185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6772847195327183185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthdays-recap-part-1-boyfriend.html' title='Birthdays Recap Part 1 - Benny'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5gQo-lWI/AAAAAAAAChI/XeYExsA1oB0/s72-c/JB+Trip+29102009+051a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7591338837478298023</id><published>2010-02-03T22:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:54:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st MC of the year</title><content type='html'>I have been complaining to anyone who would hear that my stomach is not feeling well since last week. Last sat me and my bf nearly cancelled on watching a movie too bcos I kept complaining that my stomach pain and breaking out in cold sweat while walking. He wanted me to go back and rest while I told him we would be sitting in the cinema so I could at least get some rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking pain killers but on the way to work this morning it started to worsen and I finally couldn't take it anymore. Only after seeing a docter today that I found out its supposed to be gastric pains... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh (realization)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really feel very bad abt the entire thing bcos as soon as I told my bf tat I din go to work today, he immediately took urgent leave to accompany me. But he assured me that I was his priority (hahaha) and if there were any regrets, it would be tat I din tell him earlier so that he din have to go to work at all. (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;But then..very touched la. Sometimes I wonder at my luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling vindicated now. And relief that I could get some rest but then it wasnt very much restful either since after taking the med my stomach still feels quite painful. So din get to sleep as much as I want. Too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc gave me some med that I am supposed to take for an entire week. Even now that I am typing this I feel a dull ache in my body.  Hopefully it will go away soon. More regular meals and enough rest shd do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7591338837478298023?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7591338837478298023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7591338837478298023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7591338837478298023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7591338837478298023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-mc-of-year-well-done.html' title='1st MC of the year'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3521759270364022273</id><published>2010-01-10T04:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T04:56:22.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Musical - Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-L6rEm0rnY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/4-L6rEm0rnY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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leaves collect at my feet&lt;br /&gt;And the wind begins to moan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory&lt;br /&gt;All alone in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I can smile at the old days&lt;br /&gt;I was beautiful then&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I knew what happiness was&lt;br /&gt;Let the memory live again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every streetlamp&lt;br /&gt;Seems to beat a fatalistic warning&lt;br /&gt;Someone mutters&lt;br /&gt;And the streetlamp gutters&lt;br /&gt;And soon it will be morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight&lt;br /&gt;I must wait for the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I must think of a new life&lt;br /&gt;And I musn't give in&lt;br /&gt;When the dawn comes&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be a memory too&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will begin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnt out ends of smoky days&lt;br /&gt;The stale cold smell of morning&lt;br /&gt;The streetlamp dies, another night is over&lt;br /&gt;Another day is dawning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to leave me&lt;br /&gt;All alone with the memory&lt;br /&gt;Of my days in the sun&lt;br /&gt;If you touch me&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand what happiness is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;A new day has begun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5593725771186328418?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5593725771186328418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5593725771186328418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5593725771186328418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rises&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The turn of the seasons to that of spring&lt;br /&gt;Along with the passion that it will bring&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gone are the long hard days of winter&lt;br /&gt;Where everything else seems to wither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the days are still long&lt;br /&gt;I hope our love will remain strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our passion spread far and wide&lt;br /&gt;And relieve everyone through this economic tide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*oh ya, with regards to the last sentence of the poem, he wrote it during the economic crisis..ahahah*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8170910805982822752?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8170910805982822752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7200400190828523219</id><published>2010-01-05T11:23:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:02:34.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short trip to Malacca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date: 13-15th Nov 2009 (Fri-Sun)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comrades&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;&lt;em&gt;Almost&lt;/em&gt; a love story&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;Mum, sis and bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Places visited:&lt;/strong&gt; Jonker Street for the night market and entertainment, Portuguese Settlement for seafood, Makko Nonya which is a recommended eating place for Peranakan food. Plus the shopping centres of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place of accomodation: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mahkotahotel.com.my/"&gt;Mahkota Hotel Melaka &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most memorable moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was when I went down to Jonker Street and saw this lady setting up a stall writing calligraphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you need to do is just to indicate your chinese name and she will write a poem using the whole name in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amazing thing was she was physically handicapped..not many people can do that even if they have all their limbs intact. Really admired her spirit, so I bought a poem from her as well to give to Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we went round to doing that, she had alry finished packing up a stall and was abt to go off. She was asking if we can come back tomlo nite, but I told her we were from Spore and would be going back tomlo morning bfore she relented. We gave her our names and she immediately set it down to paper in a minute! Tat's terribly fast...plus her handwriting is still better than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-HdHPYSHI/AAAAAAAACgQ/UBSKQzQpxps/s1600-h/IMG_8334a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422201410606876786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-HdHPYSHI/AAAAAAAACgQ/UBSKQzQpxps/s400/IMG_8334a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-Ic-2RrtI/AAAAAAAACgY/lwTDZgeoSDo/s1600-h/IMG_8335a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422202507865730770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-Ic-2RrtI/AAAAAAAACgY/lwTDZgeoSDo/s400/IMG_8335a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-IdNu163I/AAAAAAAACgg/53U3-FB-Yao/s1600-h/IMG_8336a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422202511861082994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-IdNu163I/AAAAAAAACgg/53U3-FB-Yao/s400/IMG_8336a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem is very chim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-JG2TDXmI/AAAAAAAACgo/ni6zIxTRdwg/s1600-h/16259_177061342830_564877830_3139267_5983306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203227125014114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-JG2TDXmI/AAAAAAAACgo/ni6zIxTRdwg/s400/16259_177061342830_564877830_3139267_5983306_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawbacks:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Bringing my niece along. Rest and relax is not to be when there is a toddler in tow. Morever, it was rainy season. Try pushing a baby stroller along the uneven roads amidst the heavy traffic and big puddles of water lurking around. In the end I came back from the trip as tired as ever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7200400190828523219?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7200400190828523219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7200400190828523219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7200400190828523219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7200400190828523219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-trip-to-malacca.html' title='Short trip to Malacca'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz-HdHPYSHI/AAAAAAAACgQ/UBSKQzQpxps/s72-c/IMG_8334a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-4272937721631709505</id><published>2010-01-04T14:29:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:20:40.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gripped with panice that a decade just passed by like that...isn't it just recently that my cousin Terence and I were moaning abt being in the last year of our teens? We were 19 then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then *pooh*, I dun have much left of my late twenties too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;, you left too fast. I din have a chance to say a loving good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;I was weary and sleepy in the last few minutes.. and as the last few seconds ticked by that you were going away forever, I realized I really wanted you to stay. .Din think I utilize you to the max..now that there is regrets it's all too late. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, &lt;a href="http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are meant to be broken, but I am going to list them down anyway &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just In Case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;Curb my temper. CURB MY TEMPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Think twice before buying any stuff that I don't need other that the fact it's cheap. &lt;strong&gt;Hold back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; Buy a classy dress once a month that I can go on dates with, instead buying mostly casual wear on bargains. &lt;strong&gt;12 mths = 12 nice dresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; Eat at food courts more often, limit to restaurant spending once a week. (&lt;em&gt;He &lt;/em&gt;suggests twice a mth instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)&lt;/strong&gt; Cut back on soft drinks, 1 cup every two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6)&lt;/strong&gt; Apply moisturiser religiously. Have never finished up any of my skincare products for years and years, they are just there to rot because I am simply too lazy to slather it on. In the past I will apply moisturizer like once a mth, wasted. Now that I am getting OLD, I need to get started on a skincare regime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) &lt;/strong&gt;Use a mask once a week. Same as above, all my masks even the expensive ones are rotting. I din even use finish the pack of ginseng masks I bought from Korea 5 years ago, plus all the other skincare items from Korea and they cost a BOMB. Neh neh...my heart very pain ok. That's why I am still keeping everything but at the same time I don't dare to use in case my face rots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) &lt;/strong&gt;Spruce up my dressing style, hopefully! Put to use the nice outfits I bought and never wear out of laziness..Ever since I entered into a relationship, my dressing style has been going down the drain. Relationship complacency...not good! But then when I dress up, he complains that he has to dress up too..so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9)&lt;/strong&gt; Workout more, healthy living! If I have no time, 20mins is better than nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10)&lt;/strong&gt; Eat more veggies since I have problems with digestion. Shall start by cultivating a love for kimchi, as it's supposed to be a very healthy food that aids digestion. Oh, and drink more Yakult/Vitagen regularly(also for digestion purposes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) &lt;/strong&gt;Forgive and forget those who betrayed me, let me down and took advantage of my kindness instead of wishing them a place in hell. Quite hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12)&lt;/strong&gt; Find meaning in life. That's always a question that I pondered over without any fixed answers. That includes rethinking abt my current job. Since work takes up a huge chunk of my life, ultimately I want to do something that satisfies me emotionally and mentally and not think back that I wasted my time and life on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13)&lt;/strong&gt; Stop obsessing about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14)&lt;/strong&gt; Stop and smell the roses along the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) &lt;/strong&gt;Update my blog more regularly. Show more commitment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-4272937721631709505?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/4272937721631709505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=4272937721631709505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4272937721631709505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4272937721631709505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions-2010.html' title='New Year Resolutions 2010'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1258445061349855836</id><published>2010-01-04T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:08:15.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Eve Party in office</title><content type='html'>Had a fun and jolly time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0F_0onynVI/AAAAAAAACg4/Dn__lrTC44M/s1600-h/xmas+eve+in+office+1+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0F_0onynVI/AAAAAAAACg4/Dn__lrTC44M/s400/xmas+eve+in+office+1+a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755968565026130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0F_0RiXwWI/AAAAAAAACgw/OOX7NTwpPLk/s1600-h/xmas+eve+in+office+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0F_0RiXwWI/AAAAAAAACgw/OOX7NTwpPLk/s400/xmas+eve+in+office+a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422755962368278882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1258445061349855836?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1258445061349855836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1258445061349855836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1258445061349855836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1258445061349855836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-eve-party-in-office.html' title='Xmas Eve Party in office'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0F_0onynVI/AAAAAAAACg4/Dn__lrTC44M/s72-c/xmas+eve+in+office+1+a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8419544771164860504</id><published>2009-12-30T10:10:00.055+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:09:57.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays Recap Part 1 - BoyFriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5gQo-lWI/AAAAAAAAChI/XeYExsA1oB0/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+051a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523077646357858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5gQo-lWI/AAAAAAAAChI/XeYExsA1oB0/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+051a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated his birthday in JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place of accomodation: &lt;a href="http://www.mutiarahotels.com/mutiara_jb/index.html"&gt;Mutiara Hotel, JB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places we visted: &lt;a href="http://www.dangabay.com/"&gt;Danga Bay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dangacitymall.com/"&gt;Danga City Mall&lt;/a&gt;, Holiday Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable moment(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Simba the tiger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Szq8yQuN2gI/AAAAAAAACfY/Qfkquy0cALk/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+161a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420852673162107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Szq8yQuN2gI/AAAAAAAACfY/Qfkquy0cALk/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+161a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz99xhu6MdI/AAAAAAAACgI/CIxlmwN3EOA/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422190766199550418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz99xhu6MdI/AAAAAAAACgI/CIxlmwN3EOA/s400/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time in my life that I touched a tiger, and the reason why I wanted to go JB to celebrate his bd.&lt;br /&gt;This tiger can be found in the petting zoo at Danga Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance fee is only $4, very cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i went, Simba was only 1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take a pic with him, but my family din allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;Now he is 2 years old, and huge!&lt;br /&gt;When the time came for photo-taking with the Simba, the trainer was asking who wants to go first.&lt;br /&gt;Benny volunteered, and then we were urshered to the front.&lt;br /&gt;We bickered a bit over him wanting to go first..y not let other people go first right in case anything happens,right? ...luckily nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_0xNPtI/AAAAAAAACjw/ToUDHc1MSIc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+166a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524719432122066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_0xNPtI/AAAAAAAACjw/ToUDHc1MSIc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+166a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62GmcnBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vMU3F3Vqs_E/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+162a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524552420138002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62GmcnBI/AAAAAAAACjQ/vMU3F3Vqs_E/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+162a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_cBdI0I/AAAAAAAACjo/87BAUks-aQ8/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+165a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524712789386050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6_cBdI0I/AAAAAAAACjo/87BAUks-aQ8/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+165a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62iBPlmI/AAAAAAAACjg/VN0C6zOc21Q/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+164a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524559780288098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62iBPlmI/AAAAAAAACjg/VN0C6zOc21Q/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+164a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62cFEhYI/AAAAAAAACjY/o7HVtoqowy4/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+163a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524558185727362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q62cFEhYI/AAAAAAAACjY/o7HVtoqowy4/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+163a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q619tAdKI/AAAAAAAACjI/sKC-eEwBYuc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+160a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524550031733922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q619tAdKI/AAAAAAAACjI/sKC-eEwBYuc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+160a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q61ZEuTiI/AAAAAAAACjA/AAIhxY-IT0M/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+159a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524540199095842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q61ZEuTiI/AAAAAAAACjA/AAIhxY-IT0M/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+159a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a tiger cub playing in his cage. You can just stretch ur hand in..if you dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6evG7yjI/AAAAAAAACiY/FO_qu62jwLo/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+147a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524150976956978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6evG7yjI/AAAAAAAACiY/FO_qu62jwLo/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+147a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JbsYTrI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ipmbWW_W7oM/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+146a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523784988053170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JbsYTrI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ipmbWW_W7oM/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+146a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JJxDWtI/AAAAAAAACiI/HBSom5D9e2U/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+145a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523780175813330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6JJxDWtI/AAAAAAAACiI/HBSom5D9e2U/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+145a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IxWzYhI/AAAAAAAACiA/jm01gA4ZQmk/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+144a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523773623263762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IxWzYhI/AAAAAAAACiA/jm01gA4ZQmk/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+144a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IskJ72I/AAAAAAAACh4/k2SNE2H015s/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+143a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523772337090402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IskJ72I/AAAAAAAACh4/k2SNE2H015s/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+143a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IefZkjI/AAAAAAAAChw/K61Oo672wio/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+142a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523768559047218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6IefZkjI/AAAAAAAAChw/K61Oo672wio/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+142a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ho3eZoI/AAAAAAAACho/qXsR56y1R-g/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+141a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523101329483394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ho3eZoI/AAAAAAAACho/qXsR56y1R-g/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+141a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A another slightly older cub..this one look more bored bcos no toys inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5hHCbGoI/AAAAAAAAChg/So0kDIeKDQk/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+140a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523092248599170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5hHCbGoI/AAAAAAAAChg/So0kDIeKDQk/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+140a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5g1gwQaI/AAAAAAAAChY/-jhtTlaPGIc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+139a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523087543976354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5g1gwQaI/AAAAAAAAChY/-jhtTlaPGIc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+139a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ggLWNwI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Ms2kZBbe9lc/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+138a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423523081817044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5ggLWNwI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Ms2kZBbe9lc/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+138a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing such a big arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6f-5wM_I/AAAAAAAACi4/IKppzutrips/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+158a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524172396508146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6f-5wM_I/AAAAAAAACi4/IKppzutrips/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+158a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we saw this ostrich, it shited one giant waterfall! We were dumbfounded haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fiqbMjI/AAAAAAAACiw/1r6i6ohq5KY/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+153a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524164816024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fiqbMjI/AAAAAAAACiw/1r6i6ohq5KY/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+153a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fZnVTvI/AAAAAAAACio/VHI00lNx1y8/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+152a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524162387136242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fZnVTvI/AAAAAAAACio/VHI00lNx1y8/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+152a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running backwards from scene of the crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fKT69KI/AAAAAAAACig/T41ps3bRsbs/s1600-h/JB+Trip+29102009+151a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423524158279185570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q6fKT69KI/AAAAAAAACig/T41ps3bRsbs/s400/JB+Trip+29102009+151a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most shocking moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Danga City Mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNxSHr7I/AAAAAAAACfw/NiPAsWl0bv0/s1600-h/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420858643317239730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNxSHr7I/AAAAAAAACfw/NiPAsWl0bv0/s400/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNlGqhQI/AAAAAAAACfo/OE2SDPJzlKM/s1600-h/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420858640047965442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNlGqhQI/AAAAAAAACfo/OE2SDPJzlKM/s400/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNc8bEoI/AAAAAAAACfg/lV4z9M9iVpU/s1600-h/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420858637857526402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SzrCNc8bEoI/AAAAAAAACfg/lV4z9M9iVpU/s400/JB+Trip+danga+city+mall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/Travel/News/Story/A1Story20090120-115918.html"&gt;This mall&lt;/a&gt; has no people..So sad that such a thing can happen.&lt;br /&gt;Dun know why because the mall is big and spacious..&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons my bro mentioned is because it's wholly owned and managed by malays. Not sure if that is true? He cited other mall examples such as Holiday Plaza(managed by chinese) and City Square (managed by Singaporean) which have more crowds.&lt;br /&gt;They should have built a cinema or a ktv place..at least it helps draw the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;But I am hoping it will have more business in the upcoming year! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8419544771164860504?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8419544771164860504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8419544771164860504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8419544771164860504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8419544771164860504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthdays-recap.html' title='Birthdays Recap Part 1 - BoyFriend'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/S0Q5gQo-lWI/AAAAAAAAChI/XeYExsA1oB0/s72-c/JB+Trip+29102009+051a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-877085639898578935</id><published>2009-12-14T01:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:03:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spore Flyer</title><content type='html'>Sat - Went on our first ride to the Flyer. Had bought the tickets before Benny's bd and we were supposed to go long ago..but it just dragged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab there from my place bcos we r lazy bones. $20 sayonara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Popeye chicken, he thinks its costs too much for too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept complaining that KFC is better..but I have to agree the chicken really looks miserably tiny and not nice le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"spring chicken", he calls them.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I translated that to the chicken being born and slaughtered in tat very season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the flyer was nothing fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;10 mins into the ride, and the novelty wore off.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just sat on the seats waiting for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we weren't that enthuastic abt it considering that we were in the cabin with another 20 people or so...not even the least romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an experience, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy it's with him..even though I keep whining in the queue that I would forever remember going on the Flyer thirsty cos he finished my mineral water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going on it again if they sell me a ticket at $10 and with an empty cabin, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz98GzHO3JI/AAAAAAAACgA/cbjozU-Fus8/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422188932618968210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz98GzHO3JI/AAAAAAAACgA/cbjozU-Fus8/s400/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SyUobdFtonI/AAAAAAAACew/K3BvV8jfv-Y/s1600-h/DSC01185a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414778579113058930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SyUobdFtonI/AAAAAAAACew/K3BvV8jfv-Y/s400/DSC01185a.JPG" border="0" /&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/5319736157339937889-877085639898578935?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/877085639898578935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=877085639898578935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/877085639898578935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/877085639898578935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/12/spore-flyer.html' title='Spore Flyer'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sz98GzHO3JI/AAAAAAAACgA/cbjozU-Fus8/s72-c/DSC01414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7925004553995356885</id><published>2009-12-11T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:23:45.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few short sentences</title><content type='html'>Keri left an msn msg last nite commenting that I had not updated my blog for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, no mood..no time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of blog posts saved as drafts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want..i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I am fighing a war at work, or maybe I am the only one to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I expect too much of myself, and that there should always be a time to stop and relax, smell the roses. It's going to be the end of the year, for goodness sake. And next year, another year older. The older I am, the more money I need. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing bugs me and makes me miserable at work. &lt;br /&gt;I want my own space.&lt;br /&gt;I just want a computer of my own, why is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want from Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work-wise - brand new computer. Amen!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7925004553995356885?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7925004553995356885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7925004553995356885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7925004553995356885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7925004553995356885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-short-sentences.html' title='a few short sentences'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6233877332091551948</id><published>2009-11-04T14:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:46:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skeptic's guide to the Paranoramal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvEenr_jwwI/AAAAAAAACeo/gnXmpM5woQw/s1600-h/tsg-us-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400131095366976258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvEenr_jwwI/AAAAAAAACeo/gnXmpM5woQw/s400/tsg-us-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can a human being really spontaneously burst into flames? Just how deadly is the Bermuda Triangle? And what’s the real story behind all those alien abductions?&lt;br /&gt;The answers to these and many other questions lie within the covers of T&lt;strong&gt;he Skeptic’s Guide to the Paranormal&lt;/strong&gt;. Guaranteed to liven up any dinner party, this delightful, highly readable book offers color photographs and scientific case-by-case explanations for twenty-seven phenomena that appear to defy known science, including ghosts and poltergeists, the predictions of Nostradamus, and yogic levitation, among many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking directly to the reader, and always with respect for those who believe, Kelly gives us a bite-size, nonacademic approach to debunking hugely popular superstitions and mysteries. Did you know that you, too, can bend spoons and read minds? This book will show you how.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the books I loaned from library recently..it's surprisingly interesting although unfortunately i din get to finish some parts of the book because it's past the due date. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the topics that might piques my attention...the loch ness monster, bermuda triangle, spontaneous human combustion, alien abductions and sightings, past lives, walking on hot coals and the shroud of Turin. &lt;em&gt;(i am esp interested in the last topic bcos it's my first time knowing such a thing exists..and i ask two christian friends who told me christians among themselves were divided as to whether it's genuine..hmm..? is it really true?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-6233877332091551948?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvEenr_jwwI/AAAAAAAACeo/gnXmpM5woQw/s72-c/tsg-us-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-971824594685582943</id><published>2009-11-04T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:30:56.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween nite out</title><content type='html'>Was planning to go Sentosa Spooktacular last sat with Carrie, her bf and Benny.&lt;br /&gt;But when we reached vivocity, the tickets were all sold out, boo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website never said anything abt tickets being limited too..letting us make a wasted trip there..so disappointing...thought can have some good scares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were alry at vivocity, we might as well go to the nearest entertainment, Dragonfly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been like a yr plus since i stepped into any such establishment..&lt;br /&gt;The singers were not bad, all the waiters dressed up as chinese vampires..u know, those that goes hop, hop in old chinese horror shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a lot of people dressed up as vampires, school girls, wolferine, angels..including the singers and musicians on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's a good experience..slept at 5am tat nite..haven slept this late in a long while.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-971824594685582943?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/971824594685582943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8683875471251856331</id><published>2009-11-03T23:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:22:41.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of my babies</title><content type='html'>okie, so these are our two spanking new bicycles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvBI2Q3WcYI/AAAAAAAACeg/-COdmHM1hkM/s1600-h/IMG_6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896050294485378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvBI2Q3WcYI/AAAAAAAACeg/-COdmHM1hkM/s400/IMG_6532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvBI2M8OlJI/AAAAAAAACeY/CkU1AqGIQhk/s1600-h/IMG_6531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896049241199762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvBI2M8OlJI/AAAAAAAACeY/CkU1AqGIQhk/s400/IMG_6531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvBI1rSIdqI/AAAAAAAACeQ/Udo5VdvpdW0/s1600-h/IMG_6530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399896040206268066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvBI1rSIdqI/AAAAAAAACeQ/Udo5VdvpdW0/s400/IMG_6530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite proud of my own bike because it looks so ladylike, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, I feel like i given birth to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, got this incident really dampens our spirits for the past 1 wk plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There happens to be an asshole living in benny's condo who has a habit of bursting all the bicycle tyres in the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny's bicycle tyre also got punctured 3 times while mine was punctured once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me freaking pissed when i think of it..the nearest bicycle shop is about half an hour away k, and we had to walk all the way with the bicycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny very poor thing, he had to walk 3 times there in a wk..&lt;br /&gt;Fixed alry, 2nd day punctured again.&lt;br /&gt;Fixed AGAIN, then the day before his bd, he discovered it's punctured again.&lt;br /&gt;Just before we left for his bd celebration in jb too! ...waliew..mood nearly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, plus all the irate residents who also got their tyres punctured complained to the security office, but even thought the security guards go on petrol every one hr (or so they claimed), they haven't been able to catch the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing it's a teenager doing this for the thrill, and he shall be so further thrilled with a good, tight kick in the balls from yours truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if I find out who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny and I, we are both vengeful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Him: I hope he go and die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a moment later) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I changed my mind. No need to die la, maybe just the let the hand tat punctured the tyre rot and fall off can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh...i hope his son/daughter gets born without an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As i said, we r both vengeful people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8683875471251856331?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8683875471251856331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8683875471251856331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8683875471251856331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8683875471251856331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-of-my-babies.html' title='pictures of my babies'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SvBI2Q3WcYI/AAAAAAAACeg/-COdmHM1hkM/s72-c/IMG_6532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8529296302163006525</id><published>2009-10-19T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:47:43.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new spectacle cloth for me</title><content type='html'>This silly boy came over to my work place after his half day at work just to give me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know what this is, which I am sure you don't, this is a spectacle cloth. &lt;br /&gt;Hmm all my old specs cloth certainly do not have any pictures imprinted on them..this is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says to throw away my old specs cloth and use this instead.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes..he does the weirdest sweet things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/StxCe3nj4fI/AAAAAAAACeI/_FysmVlS158/s1600-h/DSC01076a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/StxCe3nj4fI/AAAAAAAACeI/_FysmVlS158/s400/DSC01076a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394259551776399858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8529296302163006525?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8529296302163006525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8529296302163006525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8529296302163006525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8529296302163006525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-spectacle-cloth-for-me.html' title='a new spectacle cloth for me'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/StxCe3nj4fI/AAAAAAAACeI/_FysmVlS158/s72-c/DSC01076a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7319099337694908416</id><published>2009-10-19T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:17:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy with a chance of meatballs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Stw8ureyBEI/AAAAAAAACdY/pd9ia1blVHg/s1600-h/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Stw8ureyBEI/AAAAAAAACdY/pd9ia1blVHg/s400/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394253226326492226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;Din know that 3D costs much more, $13 for each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was fun because it was our first time, I don't tink I would want to try it again. &lt;br /&gt;Reason being the googles were quite uncomfortable..can't get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie itself was not bad, the climax kept me glued to the seat and the ending was sweet. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7319099337694908416?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7319099337694908416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7319099337694908416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7319099337694908416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7319099337694908416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/cloudy-with-chance-of-meatballs.html' title='Cloudy with a chance of meatballs'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Stw8ureyBEI/AAAAAAAACdY/pd9ia1blVHg/s72-c/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1691566103722521819</id><published>2009-10-19T17:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:16:59.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New bicycles, yeh!</title><content type='html'>It took me and Benny 3 days before we could find suitable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day &lt;/strong&gt;- Rushed down to AMK after our work on Friday. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(have to apologize to my colleague Belinda who ask me out for hotpot a few days bfore, and after tons of dilly-dally, I still went out with bf instead. Shd slap myself in the face..where is my independence? *smack myself in the face*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a bus from AMK even..only to know upon reaching there that there are no bikes that are within our bike range..they only sell high-end ones...sigh...was so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: You should always check out if they have your budget range bfore heading down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;/strong&gt; - Went down to IMM where Giant was, supposedly they have a good range of bikes. But no, most of their bikes belonged to a brand that had quite bad reviews online. Disappointed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd day&lt;/strong&gt; - Went down to a bike shop at Sembawang, and finally! Now Benny and I are the proud owners of two pretty bicycles. Both are the same brand but his is a mountain bike while mine is a ladies bike. Both are in the $200+ range and are both paid by me..cos I am giving Benny the bicycle as his birthday pressie..so that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO restaurants, foodcourts all the way. &lt;br /&gt;But I am quite looking forward to the cycling part!&lt;br /&gt;We shall save on transport and the enviroment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share, I got a bad fall on my bicycle yesterday nite though..scraped my leg and a finger badly with bleeding. To top it off, the bicycle landed on top of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my first bicycle ride and I was more concerned about whether the bike had any scratches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1691566103722521819?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1691566103722521819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1691566103722521819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1691566103722521819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1691566103722521819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-bicycles-yeh.html' title='New bicycles, yeh!'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5068461789639002566</id><published>2009-10-19T16:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:55:06.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky notes encouragement</title><content type='html'>I have been told countless times that my work desk looks like a tornado prone area with papers and junk strewn every other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally I cleared my desk after more than half a year worth of hints, and when I came to work the next morning these two sticky notes were stuck to my moniter...cute! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Stwfw5-Kl2I/AAAAAAAACdQ/R4OS0cJsbpA/s1600-h/DSC01058a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Stwfw5-Kl2I/AAAAAAAACdQ/R4OS0cJsbpA/s400/DSC01058a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394221378738755426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it's still not as neat..but I am on my way there slowwwww-ly....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5068461789639002566?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5068461789639002566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5068461789639002566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5068461789639002566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5068461789639002566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/sticky-notes-encouragement.html' title='Sticky notes encouragement'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Stwfw5-Kl2I/AAAAAAAACdQ/R4OS0cJsbpA/s72-c/DSC01058a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-9180209332911050467</id><published>2009-10-19T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:46:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clearing out my wallet</title><content type='html'>Recently my colleagues have commented that my wallet was very bulky, and by a stroke of co-incidence(?) my bf happens to think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he went one step further, he helped me to clear out my junk!&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe all this is in my wallet? Can't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/StwJKS0Og0I/AAAAAAAACdI/QSKIP5HrK78/s1600-h/DSC01053a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/StwJKS0Og0I/AAAAAAAACdI/QSKIP5HrK78/s400/DSC01053a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394196526137246530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-9180209332911050467?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/9180209332911050467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=9180209332911050467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/9180209332911050467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/9180209332911050467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/clearing-out-my-wallet.html' title='clearing out my wallet'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/StwJKS0Og0I/AAAAAAAACdI/QSKIP5HrK78/s72-c/DSC01053a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1989509056455850722</id><published>2009-10-07T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:26:50.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh..hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SsxChLSTtWI/AAAAAAAACdA/tCOideBbtcE/s1600-h/headache+joke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389755991788336482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SsxChLSTtWI/AAAAAAAACdA/tCOideBbtcE/s400/headache+joke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1989509056455850722?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1989509056455850722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1989509056455850722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1989509056455850722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1989509056455850722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/laughhahaha.html' title='Laugh..hahaha'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SsxChLSTtWI/AAAAAAAACdA/tCOideBbtcE/s72-c/headache+joke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8990015091410277601</id><published>2009-10-04T01:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:54:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very bad scare</title><content type='html'>Last nite I had the one of the biggest scare of this year. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the family were not at home, save for Benny and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 2am and I was watching some drama serials while he was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the drama serials, I went to the bathroom in the kitchen and also to take some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I came out of the kitchen and turned right to walk to my room, I saw this figure &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;standing sideways right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was standing up facing the wall, it's head hanging down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u, my heart nearly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even control myself from opening my mouth and emitting a shrill scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benny&lt;/strong&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;turning his head groggily towards me and in a pissed off tone) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Why you shout so loud&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(screaming my head off for another 2 seconds)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neh neh..&lt;/em&gt;Even though my mind already registered him, but the signal wasn't sent to my mouth yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I realized he was standing on the weighing machine that was put just next to the wall and he was looking down at his weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask u, &lt;em&gt;who wakes up from his sleep and goes silently to the living room to weight himself in the middle of the night??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was a&lt;em&gt;...................... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he apologized to me lots of times while I hyperventilated and gasp for the next ten minutes with tears running down, while I tried to explain to him why I was so terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even hear him open the room door...how can....next time must give me ample "notice" k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8990015091410277601?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8990015091410277601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8990015091410277601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8990015091410277601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8990015091410277601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-bad-scare.html' title='A very bad scare'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7583849791413888323</id><published>2009-10-03T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:13:12.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy" mooncake festival</title><content type='html'>Feeling abit lonesome now. Mum is with my niece in the living room and there are nobody else. Usually, sis will return at this time but then she is currently in Switzerland for holiday(so envious of her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its just us and my music. That's the reason why I like a big family in future, more fun and laughter to go around. Granted it takes a little fortune to have kids..today is mooncake festival, yet it is raining in the evening. Din manage to see anybody carrying lanterns, such a spoiler. And to tink Benny and I wanted to go buy lanterns, look at the moon and eat mooncake..haizz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I did eat two pieces of mooncake in the comfort of my own home. &lt;br /&gt;Happy mooncake festival guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7583849791413888323?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7583849791413888323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7583849791413888323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7583849791413888323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7583849791413888323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-mooncake-festival.html' title='&quot;Happy&quot; mooncake festival'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5469894495891423784</id><published>2009-09-24T02:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:26:58.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A City With No People ( from CHOBITS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SrstQCYtrnI/AAAAAAAACc4/w0N5faz30uk/s1600-h/choibts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SrstQCYtrnI/AAAAAAAACc4/w0N5faz30uk/s400/choibts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384947532993244786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been watching &lt;a href="http://www.animeseason.com/chobits/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for the last few days at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;My secondary classmate burned the entire series for me more than a decade ago, but as somehow there was some problem with the discs so din manage to watch it till now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, the first few episodes were quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;Do try watching it if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;The part where it grabs me most..&lt;strong&gt;A city with no people&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it if you want to know what it means. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person's heart changes a little bit everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because that is their nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always have to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...finds in me the things that make me special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he likes me because I am me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...takes the time to find what makes me different from the others...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If he likes me because I am me&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...if that happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...we may be able to become something a little different from before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feeling inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is very soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become full of this feeling when I think of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you feel that way about everybody?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, only when I think of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What happens when you're with that person?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get warm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..like I'm glowing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow inside is brightest when that person is near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the pain inside hurts more when he is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happiest when I think about that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am saddest when I think about that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person makes all my feelings more intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart is this warm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if I can be this happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can all find that special person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then the world will be a most joyous place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;..this city...&lt;br /&gt;...will have no unhappy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the special city that has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...the &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; just for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5469894495891423784?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5469894495891423784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5469894495891423784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5469894495891423784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5469894495891423784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-with-no-people-from-chobits.html' title='A City With No People ( from CHOBITS)'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SrstQCYtrnI/AAAAAAAACc4/w0N5faz30uk/s72-c/choibts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3791747087835325452</id><published>2009-09-21T23:49:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:36:02.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to my sister~</title><content type='html'>Today is my sister's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Shiok rite? Having a birthday falling on a public holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had earlier arranged with Benny to go to one of my colleague's place for Hari Raya lunch with the rest of the colleagues, but last nite sis told me that bro can only make it for lunch as he is accompanying his wife back to her hometown Segamat. So too bad...and I din get to see someone's botak head too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SrfMoA5XIfI/AAAAAAAACbg/Q9qjLHv2r0o/s1600-h/sad+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383996867352142322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SrfMoA5XIfI/AAAAAAAACbg/Q9qjLHv2r0o/s400/sad+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for sis's birthday, the family had lunch at Soup Restaurant. The bill was splited between Benny and me. Din buy any present for her cos she can buy anything she wants..She is going Switzerland for a trip soon..so envious... am glad I had a chance to give a treat cos my sister was usually the one who treated us on all occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJ7knlTvI/AAAAAAAACco/XR8UzMiRndM/s1600-h/DSC00952a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJ7knlTvI/AAAAAAAACco/XR8UzMiRndM/s400/DSC00952a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384205011056414450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJIq2LV7I/AAAAAAAACcI/xyaFJPVncZA/s1600-h/DSC00955a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384204136554911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJIq2LV7I/AAAAAAAACcI/xyaFJPVncZA/s400/DSC00955a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family pics...my niece's pose very funny haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJJibKnTI/AAAAAAAACcY/KQPqrZcoP5s/s1600-h/IMG_0283a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384204151474003250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJJibKnTI/AAAAAAAACcY/KQPqrZcoP5s/s400/IMG_0283a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriMFvUaRZI/AAAAAAAACcw/CsVjyek6iZY/s1600-h/DSC00953a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriMFvUaRZI/AAAAAAAACcw/CsVjyek6iZY/s400/DSC00953a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384207384750736786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut the birthday cake after lunch, and headed over to Swensens for a free birthday ice-cream. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJJLNP1DI/AAAAAAAACcQ/1eWyJHb0jto/s1600-h/DSC00966a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384204145241609266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SriJJLNP1DI/AAAAAAAACcQ/1eWyJHb0jto/s400/DSC00966a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3791747087835325452?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3791747087835325452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3791747087835325452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3791747087835325452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3791747087835325452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-my-sister.html' title='Happy birthday to my sister~'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SrfMoA5XIfI/AAAAAAAACbg/Q9qjLHv2r0o/s72-c/sad+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7995735524631636556</id><published>2009-09-06T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:39:32.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from work on a sunday :(</title><content type='html'>I got home from work earlier then expected..but then it's besigned with disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;Turns out he had planned to give me a surprise by turning up at my work place, but he was all dressed and ready to go when he received a call from me tat I was on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;I would have been very touched..&lt;br /&gt;He was really lucky tat I chosed to call him when I did..hahaha. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff cropped up at work that I am terribly unhappy and worked up about.&lt;br /&gt;But bf advice is the best, and I promise him I will not let it affect me further.&lt;br /&gt;He is right, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I let someone who is neither my fren nor someone I care about affect me at all?&lt;br /&gt;It's very tiring to care about every single one who has misconceptions about you or worst still, judges you for what they think you are.&lt;br /&gt;Work is work, after all. &lt;br /&gt;And unfortunately, that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at this time that I really thank my frens and loved ones who accept me for ME. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7995735524631636556?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7995735524631636556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7995735524631636556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7995735524631636556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7995735524631636556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-from-work-on-sunday.html' title='Home from work on a sunday :('/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-4076040779743147065</id><published>2009-09-03T19:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:17:01.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ktv! my fav activity!</title><content type='html'>Time: 18th July 2009&lt;br /&gt;Location: Orchard Cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;People: dearest cousins Junie and Shawn, Junie's bf Jerold, and the light of my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually quite liked going to Cineleisure Kbox because of the buffet thrown in. Can save on dinner hehe. Everytime I mostly just eat the sashimi, so it makes it quite worthwhile. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mFx4jYuI/AAAAAAAACZ4/IXThWAA3dnc/s1600-h/DSC00825a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377199098323755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mFx4jYuI/AAAAAAAACZ4/IXThWAA3dnc/s400/DSC00825a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Benny and cousin Shawn. Shawn and I grew up together, he is like the little brother I never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mFtxmM1I/AAAAAAAACZw/3N0uezVFSZM/s1600-h/DSC00817a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377199097220838226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mFtxmM1I/AAAAAAAACZw/3N0uezVFSZM/s400/DSC00817a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Junie and her long-time bf Jerold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lTCm1lxI/AAAAAAAACZA/zIcdGn3SIMg/s1600-h/DSC00803a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377198226639525650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lTCm1lxI/AAAAAAAACZA/zIcdGn3SIMg/s400/DSC00803a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lSz9zANI/AAAAAAAACY4/QP9C-_yMhmw/s1600-h/DSC00802a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377198222709293266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lSz9zANI/AAAAAAAACY4/QP9C-_yMhmw/s400/DSC00802a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky she din notice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-9upMf4kI/AAAAAAAACbQ/mFPhsodiJqw/s1600-h/DSC00832a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377225089133568578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-9upMf4kI/AAAAAAAACbQ/mFPhsodiJqw/s400/DSC00832a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making faces but she does it better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-9uKghyfI/AAAAAAAACbI/1HMw8Cb2Sc0/s1600-h/DSC00831a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377225080896080370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-9uKghyfI/AAAAAAAACbI/1HMw8Cb2Sc0/s400/DSC00831a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sisterhood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lUUMkkuI/AAAAAAAACZY/1BY_aERkbWI/s1600-h/DSC00812a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377198248541065954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lUUMkkuI/AAAAAAAACZY/1BY_aERkbWI/s400/DSC00812a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lT6sXtBI/AAAAAAAACZQ/P5V0sYvl60I/s1600-h/DSC00811a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377198241695118354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lT6sXtBI/AAAAAAAACZQ/P5V0sYvl60I/s400/DSC00811a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*punching stance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lTjwxD6I/AAAAAAAACZI/GlD--MlTz_Q/s1600-h/DSC00810a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377198235539541922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-lTjwxD6I/AAAAAAAACZI/GlD--MlTz_Q/s400/DSC00810a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *yayyy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mFAPLWzI/AAAAAAAACZo/tT5xxuiA13Y/s1600-h/DSC00816a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377199084996877106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mFAPLWzI/AAAAAAAACZo/tT5xxuiA13Y/s400/DSC00816a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mE_LYERI/AAAAAAAACZg/wYyRt-yYziE/s1600-h/DSC00815a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377199084712497426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mE_LYERI/AAAAAAAACZg/wYyRt-yYziE/s400/DSC00815a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-4076040779743147065?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/4076040779743147065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=4076040779743147065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4076040779743147065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4076040779743147065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Ktv! my fav activity!'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sp-mFx4jYuI/AAAAAAAACZ4/IXThWAA3dnc/s72-c/DSC00825a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8850042068749341496</id><published>2009-08-30T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:16:40.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sourcing around</title><content type='html'>I passed by this music school today in causeway point and went in to check if they have flute lessons. They do, but the days they are giving lessons are the ones that I need to work late. This is getting frustrating, because somehow all the courses I want to take up happens to be on the days I can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was asking the sales person, will it be more difficult for me to play the flute if I have thick lips. The reason I asked was because I used to be in a military band in secondary school and I was an alto saxophonist. When we first joined the band, the teacher had us lined up one by one and studied our lips before assigning us to our instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from my observations, all the fellow saxophonists had thick lips like mine, whereas flutists generally have pretty thin lips. So from that time onwards, I always had this view that shape of your lips affects the type of instruments that you can play.  And I tried playing a flute before when I was in the band&lt;em&gt;(borrowed for fun from the flutists)&lt;/em&gt; and no sound came out, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, but the sales person told me no, it doesn't influence at all. It must have seemed a funny question, but I have my basis for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I did a search online and it seems that having thinner lips will aid your progress in learning to play the flute as they will find it easier to control the high notes. &lt;em&gt;So that's why...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a beginner's flute will cost $500. So it's time to save up, unless I can get a cheap deal from auctions or places like cash &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;converters&lt;/span&gt;. I love music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8850042068749341496?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8850042068749341496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8850042068749341496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8850042068749341496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8850042068749341496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-passed-by-this-music-school-today-in.html' title='sourcing around'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5931911115960375463</id><published>2009-08-26T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:46:42.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>At his place now. &lt;br /&gt;Now we just finished our dinner and lounging about. &lt;br /&gt;He is much better now and back to his smug self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday he was like a dead tortise, that's a fast recovery hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here still have to help him scratch his back.&lt;br /&gt;My charge is $50/min! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5931911115960375463?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5931911115960375463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5931911115960375463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5931911115960375463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5931911115960375463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3763467135120928597</id><published>2009-08-26T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:05:14.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One boring Friday morning at work</title><content type='html'>See, I had a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered a world I never know.&lt;br /&gt;Things like, I can actually upload songs to my hp..!&lt;br /&gt;Or select my ringtone from songs stored in my hp..&lt;br /&gt;And all these years, I was wondering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was wondering aloud to my colleagues, they went to the trouble of showing me the extent of their astonishment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague Bryan who is a part-time and a hoot-ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVSxImEdI/AAAAAAAACXM/dZ14TVvO1B4/s1600-h/DSC00787a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373802930042704338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVSxImEdI/AAAAAAAACXM/dZ14TVvO1B4/s400/DSC00787a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part-timer Belinda, an innocent girl who has since gone to further her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVT7IiSTI/AAAAAAAACXc/6L1kNBl_ZEc/s1600-h/DSC00789a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373802949906680114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVT7IiSTI/AAAAAAAACXc/6L1kNBl_ZEc/s400/DSC00789a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVTZ6d1DI/AAAAAAAACXU/xGeTlakrcVo/s1600-h/DSC00788a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373802940989297714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVTZ6d1DI/AAAAAAAACXU/xGeTlakrcVo/s400/DSC00788a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a cute bear in our office. Not mine, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVSsBtScI/AAAAAAAACXE/Kf9jQQMcAOk/s1600-h/DSC00786a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373802928671640002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVSsBtScI/AAAAAAAACXE/Kf9jQQMcAOk/s400/DSC00786a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They disfigured the poor bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOXlnABtZI/AAAAAAAACXs/8fmOchjp9s0/s1600-h/DSC00791a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373805452763182482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOXlnABtZI/AAAAAAAACXs/8fmOchjp9s0/s400/DSC00791a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVUecDgvI/AAAAAAAACXk/QsoFgecFC3E/s1600-h/DSC00790a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373802959383790322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVUecDgvI/AAAAAAAACXk/QsoFgecFC3E/s400/DSC00790a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bear:&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;%^$#$Y^$%$@!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOXlzJzPNI/AAAAAAAACX0/8Dgk5zChwnA/s1600-h/DSC00792a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373805456025402578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOXlzJzPNI/AAAAAAAACX0/8Dgk5zChwnA/s400/DSC00792a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3763467135120928597?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3763467135120928597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3763467135120928597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3763467135120928597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3763467135120928597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_25.html' title='One boring Friday morning at work'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOVSxImEdI/AAAAAAAACXM/dZ14TVvO1B4/s72-c/DSC00787a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5794145262395977581</id><published>2009-08-26T13:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:38:08.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics of Sandra</title><content type='html'>She looks like a baby Jay Chou in this get-up huh?&lt;br /&gt;I think she looks totally adorable in this get-up!&lt;br /&gt;Location: Perth&lt;br /&gt;Weather: Chilly winter&lt;br /&gt;Identity: My one and only niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOzOzKGvyI/AAAAAAAACX8/kqh4kY1ODR4/s1600-h/DSC00132a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373835847215267618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOzOzKGvyI/AAAAAAAACX8/kqh4kY1ODR4/s400/DSC00132a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1JHI7MFI/AAAAAAAACYU/7r5Vm1629l8/s1600-h/DSC00135a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373837948523065426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1JHI7MFI/AAAAAAAACYU/7r5Vm1629l8/s400/DSC00135a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1IjdXtaI/AAAAAAAACYM/t4LP_6w0biU/s1600-h/DSC00134a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373837938945144226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1IjdXtaI/AAAAAAAACYM/t4LP_6w0biU/s400/DSC00134a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373837932486159442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1ILZbbFI/AAAAAAAACYE/5Zt6zImwWcA/s400/DSC00133a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1RRhguwI/AAAAAAAACYs/MVYf6_28aTU/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373838088749497090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1RRhguwI/AAAAAAAACYs/MVYf6_28aTU/s400/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1QwEiC9I/AAAAAAAACYk/Nx1H1ejdzXU/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373838079769578450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpO1QwEiC9I/AAAAAAAACYk/Nx1H1ejdzXU/s400/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5794145262395977581?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5794145262395977581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5794145262395977581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5794145262395977581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5794145262395977581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-looks-like-baby-jay-chou-in-this.html' title='More pics of Sandra'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpOzOzKGvyI/AAAAAAAACX8/kqh4kY1ODR4/s72-c/DSC00132a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1848649900995238346</id><published>2009-08-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:48:47.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to have a good nite's rest without any worries.&lt;br /&gt;He has fallen sick today, I hope he is going to be fine after tonite..&lt;br /&gt;I do worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1848649900995238346?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1848649900995238346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1848649900995238346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1848649900995238346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1848649900995238346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-want-to-have-good-nites-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-2895223010831525274</id><published>2009-08-25T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:03:40.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fossil Bag, he's the best!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJHqYvdD4I/AAAAAAAACVs/pVia2w-EgV8/s1600-h/DSC00947a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373436098927988610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJHqYvdD4I/AAAAAAAACVs/pVia2w-EgV8/s400/DSC00947a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this bag in Cleo recently and I even pointed out to him that this is the kind of bag I liked, but at that point of time I din know that it was from Fossil la. So the next weekend, we were shopping in Ion and this bag was beckoning me right from the Fossil shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me: Hey, I really liked the bag from Fossil le.&lt;br /&gt;Him: How much is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: $xxx&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok, I buy it for you if you hit your sales target as a reward.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But by that time, maybe they don't have any stock anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ok, I buy for you tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am happy to say that I already hit the sales target today(yayy!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2895223010831525274?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2895223010831525274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=2895223010831525274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2895223010831525274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2895223010831525274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-fossil-bag-hes-best.html' title='New Fossil Bag, he&apos;s the best!~'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJHqYvdD4I/AAAAAAAACVs/pVia2w-EgV8/s72-c/DSC00947a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-2158795817546001567</id><published>2009-08-24T20:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:05:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my birthday gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpKF3qRBwtI/AAAAAAAACW8/ypOzP5ATmhI/s1600-h/DSC00761a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373504496691430098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpKF3qRBwtI/AAAAAAAACW8/ypOzP5ATmhI/s400/DSC00761a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's birthday present to me!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it's quite a thoughful gift that I actually din expect from him cos he have not bought me presents in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he spelt the words wrongly..&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WESTEN&lt;/span&gt; AUSTRALIA?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Why not just put " &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Perth&lt;/span&gt;" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present is now hung nicely just above my bed in the bedroom! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2158795817546001567?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2158795817546001567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=2158795817546001567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2158795817546001567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2158795817546001567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-my-birthday-gifts.html' title='One of my birthday gifts'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpKF3qRBwtI/AAAAAAAACW8/ypOzP5ATmhI/s72-c/DSC00761a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-434214692124154139</id><published>2009-08-24T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:38:13.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner at Modesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ42D9ZhbI/AAAAAAAACWc/1QD_m8NYFQA/s1600-h/DSC00863a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ42D9ZhbI/AAAAAAAACWc/1QD_m8NYFQA/s400/DSC00863a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373490175577523634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ7cOPZIXI/AAAAAAAACWs/BfYqtrCN3zs/s1600-h/DSC00860a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ7cOPZIXI/AAAAAAAACWs/BfYqtrCN3zs/s400/DSC00860a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373493030195634546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ7bpcRajI/AAAAAAAACWk/rz-VazJm1iA/s1600-h/DSC00859a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ7bpcRajI/AAAAAAAACWk/rz-VazJm1iA/s400/DSC00859a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373493020317542962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-434214692124154139?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/434214692124154139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=434214692124154139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/434214692124154139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/434214692124154139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_5412.html' title='Dinner at Modesto'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ42D9ZhbI/AAAAAAAACWc/1QD_m8NYFQA/s72-c/DSC00863a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-2728214519093349789</id><published>2009-08-24T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:28:03.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Horse!</title><content type='html'>Yi Zhi Ma &lt;em&gt;(one-legged split)!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of my niece!&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind that foot spoiler, I think it's mine oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJqjEqBJuI/AAAAAAAACWE/NCbMuzBPJ-Q/s1600-h/DSC00898a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJqjEqBJuI/AAAAAAAACWE/NCbMuzBPJ-Q/s400/DSC00898a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373474456184366818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2728214519093349789?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2728214519093349789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=2728214519093349789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2728214519093349789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2728214519093349789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_9348.html' title='One Horse!'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJqjEqBJuI/AAAAAAAACWE/NCbMuzBPJ-Q/s72-c/DSC00898a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5670592506608410931</id><published>2009-08-24T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:53:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJU2rd841I/AAAAAAAACV0/qza2V5tzTN8/s1600-h/DSC00914a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJU2rd841I/AAAAAAAACV0/qza2V5tzTN8/s400/DSC00914a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373450603764441938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5670592506608410931?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5670592506608410931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5670592506608410931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5670592506608410931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5670592506608410931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/diy-nails.html' title='DIY Nails'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJU2rd841I/AAAAAAAACV0/qza2V5tzTN8/s72-c/DSC00914a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8534616626888616385</id><published>2009-08-19T10:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:03:37.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, I need lots of it</title><content type='html'>Money money money! These few weeks I have been engrossed in making more money. Although you can't take it to your grave, but I don't even think I have any left to take it to my grave anyway after I paid off my debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my outstanding insurance premiums of hundreds, my hp bills of $300+ &lt;em&gt;(more than the cost of my hp, bloody hell)&lt;/em&gt;which I accumulated in that one week Perth holidy, plus some of the money loaned from my aunt for the spending expenses in Perth. &lt;em&gt;(another $200)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8534616626888616385?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8534616626888616385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8534616626888616385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8534616626888616385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8534616626888616385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/money-i-need-lots-of-it.html' title='Money, I need lots of it'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7005742091799884351</id><published>2009-08-16T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:47:34.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flute lessons</title><content type='html'>I am searching online for lessons on how to play the flute..from this website http://www.flutelessonssingapore.com/cost-of-flute-lessons.html...eh seems expensive haizzz..anyway i dunno wats the correct pricing for one.&lt;br /&gt;And firstly, I need to buy a flute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7005742091799884351?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7005742091799884351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7005742091799884351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7005742091799884351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7005742091799884351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/prices-for-flute-lessons-are-45-minutes.html' title='Flute lessons'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-677724843623059079</id><published>2009-08-14T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:20:11.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemstone Personalities</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the gemstones you like can help identify some of your&lt;a href="http://www.zsuzsana.com/sdavis/sdarticles/gemstones.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; personal qualities and characteristics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite is amethyst, followed by pearl!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemstone Personalities:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Amethyst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have chosen the Amethyst as your personality, this means you are very spiritual and thoughtful. You are intuitive and sensitive. You have the ability to aid others ingetting in touch with their own faiths. You look for higher values, rather than practical things. Your complement stone is the Agate. Agates can help you back down to earth after an over abundance of intuitiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemstone Personalities: Pearl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl gemstone personalities are sensitive and feminine. You are supportive and securing - a Motherly type of person. Always the lady, you act, dress and speak properly at all times. Your compliment stone is Jade. Jade will help you become more assertive and practical when those times are needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-677724843623059079?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/677724843623059079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=677724843623059079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/677724843623059079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/677724843623059079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/gemstone-personalities.html' title='Gemstone Personalities'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-526922366913059011</id><published>2009-08-13T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:08:35.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my new colleagues mentioned Philippines is a very nice place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manila is the capital, when I think of it, I feel very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I am not made of money, otherwise I would really want to travel round the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the nearby places, there is still horse riding, danga bay, and hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-526922366913059011?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/526922366913059011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=526922366913059011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/526922366913059011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/526922366913059011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-of-my-new-colleagues-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8926891416539920772</id><published>2009-08-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:46:41.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger has SHIT for functions</title><content type='html'>As above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot change font, cannot post pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8926891416539920772?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8926891416539920772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8926891416539920772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8926891416539920772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8926891416539920772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-has-shit-for-functions.html' title='Blogger has SHIT for functions'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3506998444740907865</id><published>2009-08-11T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:19:39.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ3NLjRDGI/AAAAAAAACWM/6TlclD0Tab8/s1600-h/up_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SpJ3NLjRDGI/AAAAAAAACWM/6TlclD0Tab8/s400/up_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373488373729135714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch "UP" on Friday evening with that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a heart-warming show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed tears abit, here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think reviews do it justice, its like, uplifting and abit depressing...hmm don't tink anyone gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is a show that should be watched with your loved ones and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful movie, I think my mum should watch this, she would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, time to bring my mum to movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3506998444740907865?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3506998444740907865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3506998444740907865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3506998444740907865'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test91.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which fingers do you wear rings on?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ring finger:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive, romantic, and hope fervently to find a love that's heartwarming and everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test79.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What type of personality do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kind and Gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness is your charm - you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7575487845485003892?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7575487845485003892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7575487845485003892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7575487845485003892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7575487845485003892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/personality-test-ring-on-finger.html' title='Personality tests for you? bored?'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-492204890364038319</id><published>2009-08-08T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:26:28.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality test : Get to know yourself better</title><content type='html'>You can try it &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you meet that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-492204890364038319?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/492204890364038319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=492204890364038319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/492204890364038319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/492204890364038319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/personality-test-get-to-know-yourself.html' title='Personality test : Get to know yourself better'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1753322979506471311</id><published>2009-08-03T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:39:01.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How i spent my weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kbox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt; from 7pm to 11pm. Now that I come to think of it, even though the rates are exorbitant, I am also saving up on my dinner which could come up to $10. So minus the dinner, I am paying $20+ for 4 hours. My fav food item there is the sashimi, which I can eat to my heart's content. On the bright side, it contains alot of proteins and EFAs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at home. Watch some episodes of Boys over Flowers in the afternoon, I don't really fancy any of the male leads though. Not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro came over in the evening, so the whole family went out to Crystal Jade for dinner at Causeway Point, then to Orchard Ion to walk around. The shops were all closed as it was already 10plus when we reached there, but like us, alot of people were walking around just to gawk at the decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the ladies toilet on the basement. Out of the 17 cubicles inside, it just so happens that I walked into the one that has SHIT in it. I dunno if it's my sight or smell that registered first, but then they came together with a bang. Why bother to build such nice toilets when there are still uncivilized people who left their SHIT there just like a dog marks it's territory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ion, we went over Mustafa Centre for a quick walk. I bought this interesting gadget which is a facial exfoilater but looks just like a gigantic toothbrush that is battery-operated. Been trying out in the shower...it feels like you are brushing your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny and I had an appt with Faith, our insurance agent for our half-yearly reviews. She seems to be quite through with him, but not so when it comes to me. That's becos they both know my eyes glazed over when she starts explaining to me..even though I tried to look like I understand and did the cursory nodding head action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we met up with Syl and Joa. Syl bought this kate spade bag that *gasp* costs $300+. And *gasp* it was originally priced at $700+. I cun fathom why a bag would be worth that amount of money, but then maybe I shd starting learning how to appreciate this kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Dian Xiao Er, one of my fav eating places. I think the roast duck there is pretty good. After that, we headed on to Gloria Jean for cakes bfore heading home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1753322979506471311?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1753322979506471311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1753322979506471311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1753322979506471311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1753322979506471311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-spent-my-weekend.html' title='How i spent my weekend'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-893036738149099186</id><published>2009-07-31T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:38:37.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole of morning till now doing sorting, packing etc that's not under my job scope. This is how I spent my Friday. Glad it's over, but no mood already. I should have taken time off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for ktv with Benny and his colleagues later.&lt;br /&gt;Kbox buffet, here I come (again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-893036738149099186?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/893036738149099186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=893036738149099186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/893036738149099186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/893036738149099186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friday.html' title='My Friday'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1481320758978621771</id><published>2009-07-28T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:53:51.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank you for coming out with me today. For all the things you have done. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything that you made right.&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you are around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1481320758978621771?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1481320758978621771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1481320758978621771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1481320758978621771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1481320758978621771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8448203630759856381</id><published>2009-07-28T11:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:07:39.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I came in to office in the morning and discovered to my horror, I am actually slated for the afternoon shift. Oh&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;SHIT..........................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So now I am supposed to work until 9pm cos my mgr is not giving me any leeway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I look on the positive side? Like finally having enough time to update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a special day. My dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, but for how many years more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went through my old blog posts the same time last year, and I guess, things does get easier the second time round. It doesn't get alot easier, but yes, I know there is a time to tear and a time to mend. Like now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s187.photobucket.com/albums/x94/milky81/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00245smaller.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x94/milky81/DSC00245smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8448203630759856381?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8448203630759856381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8448203630759856381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8448203630759856381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8448203630759856381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-came-in-to-office-in-morning-and.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8757695759839806886</id><published>2009-07-26T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:21:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping vouchers</title><content type='html'>Anyway I got some isetan vouchers from Keri and Syl, din really open them until one morning to work when I was planning to go shopping with Benny. Then I counted and the vouchers totalled $100..! I was quite shocked and even sms them to ask. Cos I din celebrate my birthday, so it seems like alot to me le. Keri even sms me to buy something good quality for myself and learn how to pamper myself occasionally. I was quite touched la..but tat day I din get to buy anything though. Cun bear to spend it hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny to mention, we passed by the big Louis Vuitton store at Ion tat evening, and he asked if I liked this brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him no. He was saying if I like it, he can buy for me. Like once in this lifetime haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8757695759839806886?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8757695759839806886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8757695759839806886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8757695759839806886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8757695759839806886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-vouchers.html' title='shopping vouchers'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7064491167364724050</id><published>2009-07-26T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:21:40.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Patch, last veteran of World War I trenches, dies at 111</title><content type='html'>Posting this up. Lest We Forget.&lt;br /&gt;Many people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON (AFP) - - Harry Patch, the last soldier to fight in the trenches of Europe during World War I, died Saturday at the age of 111, drawing poignant tributes led by Queen Elizabeth II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Patch fought at the notorious Battle of Passchendaele in 1917 -- where an estimated half a million troops perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is listed by the dersdesders.free.fr website, regarded as an authoritative chronicle of veterans of the conflict, as the last World War I veteran to have served in the trenches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was saddened to hear of the death this morning of Harry Patch," said Queen Elizabeth II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will never forget the bravery and enormous sacrifice of his generation, which will continue to serve as an example to us all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknamed "The Last Tommy" by Britain's media, Patch was also Britain's oldest man following the death of fellow veteran Henry Allingham, at the time the oldest man in the world, one week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Gordon Brown added: "The noblest of all the generations has left us, but they will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We say today with still greater force, we will remember them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown said the sacrifices of the World War I generation would be commemorated in a special national service, likely to be held at Westminster Abbey in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's right that we as a nation have a national memorial service to remember the sacrifice and all the work that was done by those people who served our country during World War One and to remember what we owe to that generation -- our freedom, our liberties, the fact that we are a democracy," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claude Choules, 108, who lives in Perth, Australia and served with the Royal Navy, now becomes the last surviving veteran of the 1914-18 conflict from the British side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patch did not speak about his wartime experiences until he was aged 100 and was strongly opposed to violent conflict, calling war "organised murder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was not worth it, it was not worth one let alone all the millions," he said of those who died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's important that we remember the war dead on both sides of the line -- the Germans suffered the same as we did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, he travelled to Belgium to remember his fallen comrades and unveil a memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patch was conscripted into the British army at the age of 18 and served as a machine gunner with the 7th Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 19 when he fought in the 1917 Battle of Passchendaele, also known as the Third Battle of Ypres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That battle was one of the bloodiest in the conflict. One of the opposing German soldiers was an Austrian named Adolf Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four months in the trenches, Patch was wounded by shrapnel and sent home to Britain, his war over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Richard Dannatt, the head of the British army, said: "We give thanks for his life -- as well as those of his comrades -- for upholding the same values and freedom that we continue to cherish and fight for today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the war, Patch worked as a plumber until his retirement in 1961. During World War II, he worked as a fireman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patch married Ada Billington in 1919 and the couple were married for 58 years until her death. They had two sons, both of whom Patch outlived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He married his second wife Jean in 1980 but she died in 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patch's care home, Fletcher House in Wells, southwest England, said he had died early Saturday. His friend Jim Ross added he was "surrounded by his many friends" when he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral in Wells will focus on prayers for peace and reconciliation, the Ministry of Defence said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patch's biographer Richard Van Emden told BBC television that "he was just a lovely man, he had a sparkle and a twinkle about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was the last of that generation and the poignancy of that is almost overwhelming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dersdesders.free.fr website says there are now just three Great War veterans left alive -- Choules plus Frank Buckles, 108, of the United States and Canadian John Babcock, 109, who also lives in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Buckles nor Babcock saw active combat, it adds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7064491167364724050?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7064491167364724050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7064491167364724050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7064491167364724050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7064491167364724050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-patch-last-veteran-of-world-war-i.html' title='Harry Patch, last veteran of World War I trenches, dies at 111'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-4574280825051032523</id><published>2009-07-26T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:16:09.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Plans</title><content type='html'>So far I have been in this company for more than half a year, that's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I used to be such a job-hopper, so the first priority I have is to stay on another half year and then see how things goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether to stay or look for another job. But I will say if a new job comes by, kudos to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more leave days than the pathetic amount given right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my sales has been quite consistent, so it's time to take it to another level which my mgr has been bugging me about everytime during my sales forecast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my colleagues have been nice, just that I don't really know them so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly it's my fault, since I have a tendency to keep to myself and I involuntarily tense up when someone comes into my space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to change but it takes time since I have always been this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clamming up is a way of protection, I am a Crabby after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I super, super-hate micromanagement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are implementing a system where if you are even 1 sec late, $10 will be deducted from your pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it starts tomorrow. Bloody Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention other stuff we are not supposed to do because it will Affect your work performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard when I work hard, and you should trust me if I would go and affect my own work performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed it all boils down to trust and the company just don't trust us enough that we would give our best, therefore restricting us in certain areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-4574280825051032523?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/4574280825051032523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=4574280825051032523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4574280825051032523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4574280825051032523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-plans.html' title='Work Plans'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3491654089863520043</id><published>2009-07-26T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:18:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans?</title><content type='html'>All too fast and its sunday again. Next time I wanna be a tai-tai k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syl is planning her birthday celebration on next Sun which clashes with my colleagues planned outing to Sentosa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it leaves me with a dilemma, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a huge one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time friends are more important and much as I want to try hanging out with my colleagues, I can't really see myself playing beach volleyball in the sun. In a sheltered area, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the sand, and the sand is not me le..but replace sun with moonlight..now that's a romantic notion to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slathering myself with sunblock, hiding from the glare of the sun behind an umbrella, hat and sunglasses vs sitting on the sand, bathing in the moonlight rays and singing my heart out to the sea..or singing a duet with someone else. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3491654089863520043?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3491654089863520043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3491654089863520043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3491654089863520043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3491654089863520043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans?'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8420841058508716263</id><published>2009-07-13T22:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:03:14.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my birthday. I won't be celebrating this year as it's too rushed and falls on a weekday. Just a simple dinner and a birthday cake with family. As for presents, I have decided to accept the handphone, its the most practical gift and what I need most for now. There is nothing much I want, somehow I just don't have it in me to desire for luxury goods. Mum says she has bought me a diamond pendant, which I think is a waste of money. I always prefer practical stuff which I can use rather than something to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family in good health, mainly mum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brother to have a fresh start in life and boundless luck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister to be more financially savvy and meet someone special&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salvage old friendships, I need time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to write poetry, still looking around for suitable workshops or courses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to play the flute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ultimately, the best present is already by my side, which is something all the money in the world can't buy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8420841058508716263?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8420841058508716263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8420841058508716263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8420841058508716263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8420841058508716263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-2704573720380300459</id><published>2009-07-13T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:29:43.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I am back from Australia. Not to say that alot of people knew I went there in the first place as I didn't really announce to anyone. Will be updating details of my trip soon. What are my thoughts after coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIA &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Security in Perth, Australia &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The Australia car rental company AVIS, &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's entirely my humble opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the petty thief who took away our valuables and cash, I am sincerely wishing upon all the gruesome things that my mind can think of to happen to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2704573720380300459?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2704573720380300459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=2704573720380300459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2704573720380300459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2704573720380300459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8186490738427565449</id><published>2009-07-04T02:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:36:06.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phone..yayyy</title><content type='html'>In the end I had the phone I was aiming for..SE C905. Bought it last Sat. The colour is quite sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5KyDxbNLI/AAAAAAAACQE/lisR9audIXI/s1600-h/c905_tender_rose_1-300x228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5KyDxbNLI/AAAAAAAACQE/lisR9audIXI/s400/c905_tender_rose_1-300x228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354299230856623282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a contract plan under M1 so the phone costs only $298 compared to the $398 selling at Singtel and Starhub. After the payment was made, he offered to pay for the phone as a birthday present for me. While I appreciated the gesture, I thought it came a little too late since after the loss of my phone I have been planning to buy this model anyway and I was quite open about it..and only offering to pay for the phone after I bought it because he can't think of anything else to buy for my birthday present..it doesn't take any effort at all doesn't it. I thought I will reconsider and see how things goes. Because no matter how I see it, if he turns out paying for it I will forever remember that the reason is because he wants an easy way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am swearing right here that if I ever lose this phone as well, I will get a $0 handphone for the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went for a haircut at Reds Salon in Bugis and result was not bad I think. But unfortunately, he never managed to style it in a similar way after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pics using my new phone with him as a guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5JPngw5UI/AAAAAAAACP8/osQ1rRh9FgQ/s1600-h/Benny+new+haircut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5JPngw5UI/AAAAAAAACP8/osQ1rRh9FgQ/s400/Benny+new+haircut2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297539643368770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got him to do some different poses so I can take pictures of his new hairstyle and a new shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5IwGm_cII/AAAAAAAACP0/X760ak0V6_w/s1600-h/Benny+new+haircut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5IwGm_cII/AAAAAAAACP0/X760ak0V6_w/s400/Benny+new+haircut1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296998235172994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5IP-WmKSI/AAAAAAAACPs/5Iqw4zsm3Vk/s1600-h/Benny+new+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296446263109922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5IP-WmKSI/AAAAAAAACPs/5Iqw4zsm3Vk/s400/Benny+new+haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8186490738427565449?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8186490738427565449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8186490738427565449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8186490738427565449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8186490738427565449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-phoneyayyy.html' title='New phone..yayyy'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sk5KyDxbNLI/AAAAAAAACQE/lisR9audIXI/s72-c/c905_tender_rose_1-300x228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1898724728973169304</id><published>2009-06-28T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:24:40.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&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/5319736157339937889-1898724728973169304?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1898724728973169304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1898724728973169304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1898724728973169304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1898724728973169304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/06/ps.html' title='P.S........'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-2328622760168628782</id><published>2009-06-27T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:36:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday</title><content type='html'>Took a cab to work this morning..the cab fare came up to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; $28.95&lt;/span&gt;...damm it. Just the ERP charge is already $6 lor. Sad. I should have spent tat money on clothes or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my dinner was a treat from someone special. We went this place called "The Mussels Place" at Vivocity. Ordered fish and chips, calamari and pan-seared dory fish. The food was worth a try, but weirdly enough, despite the name of the place most people are ordering other foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a short walk around, browsed through this huge bookstore and he bought a book. Next shop was Club Marc which was having a fantastic sale. Bought two bottoms for myself and two for my sister. I was only halfway through ransacking the shop when the shop closed. Too bad, game over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired..still have to go down to office for half a day tomorrow...with all earnestness, I am wishing for 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep..&lt;em&gt;please let it materialize&lt;/em&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2328622760168628782?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2328622760168628782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=2328622760168628782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2328622760168628782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2328622760168628782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-friday-night.html' title='My Friday'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6975992689908888445</id><published>2009-06-24T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:43:01.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>website *recommendation*</title><content type='html'>Stumbled on this website when i was surfing net last nite. 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And this is a new shopping place just a short taxi ride from my hme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Fish &amp; Cole.&lt;br /&gt;My lunch was a swordfish collar while his was fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;The swordfish collar was Huge..and I spent a long time on it as most of it is bone.&lt;br /&gt;I would consider twice before ordering the dish again, not that it tastes bad or anything but just that it takes too much effort to debone it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we took a walk around, its a small and cosy mall. And on the 1st level there is Daiso, what a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with delight whenever I shopped in there, as there is so many useful and useless things that I never thought existed..and it makes me tempted just to buy them for the novelty. It's really amazing, I feel like a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the drinks I bought over there in excitement, a milk shake bottle can. I was fine with the drink until he commented it tastes like diluted condensed milk. Din have the mood to finish it after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BGxoT2I/AAAAAAAACLc/ELooI2vOtVI/s1600-h/DSC02338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346888780989615970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BGxoT2I/AAAAAAAACLc/ELooI2vOtVI/s400/DSC02338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bag at a pushcart for my niece, thought the design was quite cute. It's supposed to be imported from Korea, but the tag says made in China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BpiR7iI/AAAAAAAACL0/wpojCbB-Wss/s1600-h/DSC02341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346888790320475682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BpiR7iI/AAAAAAAACL0/wpojCbB-Wss/s400/DSC02341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a wallet at the same pushcart, sweet.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BjD_GyI/AAAAAAAACL8/WkNGxeAG20s/s1600-h/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346888788582800162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BjD_GyI/AAAAAAAACL8/WkNGxeAG20s/s400/DSC02342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I bought from Daiso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BPTmPEI/AAAAAAAACLk/GqUvo97yO04/s1600-h/DSC02339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346888783279569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BPTmPEI/AAAAAAAACLk/GqUvo97yO04/s400/DSC02339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the items was instant cupcake. Easy to make, tastes not bad but looks very ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP_TxobL_I/AAAAAAAACME/O3Xz9KV7v3Q/s1600-h/DSC02343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP_TxobL_I/AAAAAAAACME/O3Xz9KV7v3Q/s400/DSC02343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346897897824399346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2163758637826984529?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2163758637826984529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=2163758637826984529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2163758637826984529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2163758637826984529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-at-sembawang-shopping-centre.html' title='Sembawang Shopping Centre Day'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SjP3BGxoT2I/AAAAAAAACLc/ELooI2vOtVI/s72-c/DSC02338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-612978387168471951</id><published>2009-06-10T23:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:35:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics taken at CNY..mostly frm my phone</title><content type='html'>With cousin Chun, 2 yrs younger. Normally he looks much better but then he went and got his hair cut by a fren who convinced him that his hairstyle is "in". That fren is lying. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2-0u9XvI/AAAAAAAACJg/w_1nEnzCclI/s1600-h/DSC02170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848048205684466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2-0u9XvI/AAAAAAAACJg/w_1nEnzCclI/s320/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dkH7f9I/AAAAAAAACJY/cK2RqNcbMec/s1600-h/DSC02169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344847476811333586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dkH7f9I/AAAAAAAACJY/cK2RqNcbMec/s320/DSC02169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Cousin Chun, he is the younger brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2c5E4yYI/AAAAAAAACI4/DQvhYDyBxWY/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344847465255848322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2c5E4yYI/AAAAAAAACI4/DQvhYDyBxWY/s320/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With my sister-in-law who is younger than me by 2 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2-01mA2I/AAAAAAAACJo/MnugRhEj7ZE/s1600-h/DSC02172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848048233513826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2-01mA2I/AAAAAAAACJo/MnugRhEj7ZE/s320/DSC02172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2_JEL4yI/AAAAAAAACJw/uEhcelYbHwc/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848053663425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2_JEL4yI/AAAAAAAACJw/uEhcelYbHwc/s320/DSC02173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Cousin Cheryl who just recently aced all her exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dP1lhLI/AAAAAAAACJI/2_WaAIEqFsQ/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344847471365686450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dP1lhLI/AAAAAAAACJI/2_WaAIEqFsQ/s320/DSC02167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dTjTu6I/AAAAAAAACJQ/mU1GBqbcx5k/s1600-h/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344847472362765218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dTjTu6I/AAAAAAAACJQ/mU1GBqbcx5k/s320/DSC02168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dB81LDI/AAAAAAAACJA/W4C1hBXZVMU/s1600-h/DSC02166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344847467637976114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2dB81LDI/AAAAAAAACJA/W4C1hBXZVMU/s320/DSC02166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With cousin Ben who is a dance teacher and reputedly an "auntie killer" bcos he mostly teaches Tais-Tais&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_fSWgW0zI/AAAAAAAACLA/w836K7n_dLg/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345736789084001074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_fSWgW0zI/AAAAAAAACLA/w836K7n_dLg/s320/DSC02164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846972588507426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2ANv1wSI/AAAAAAAACIo/py-NaXjg_jk/s320/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1_zYCm2I/AAAAAAAACIg/amhC5bXN2YU/s1600-h/DSC02161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846965509364578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1_zYCm2I/AAAAAAAACIg/amhC5bXN2YU/s320/DSC02161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Valerie who is my youngest cousin at 4 years old, she has 3 older sisters and they are all adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1_SxUo-I/AAAAAAAACIY/RdTGIpBSyIQ/s1600-h/DSC02160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846956757033954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1_SxUo-I/AAAAAAAACIY/RdTGIpBSyIQ/s320/DSC02160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She accidentally closes her eyes while taking this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1_bWvBNI/AAAAAAAACIQ/9CktHCvYfLY/s1600-h/DSC02159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846959061435602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1_bWvBNI/AAAAAAAACIQ/9CktHCvYfLY/s320/DSC02159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1i2rU4EI/AAAAAAAACII/M4PzBpPwF_I/s1600-h/DSC02158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846468179353666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1i2rU4EI/AAAAAAAACII/M4PzBpPwF_I/s320/DSC02158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Nicole, the oldest sister of Valarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1OK0dtfI/AAAAAAAACHQ/K0XqA6DahA0/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846112809137650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1OK0dtfI/AAAAAAAACHQ/K0XqA6DahA0/s320/DSC02147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Natalie, the 2nd oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1NyJi8oI/AAAAAAAACHI/NajYbxLUc1o/s1600-h/DSC02145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846106186674818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1NyJi8oI/AAAAAAAACHI/NajYbxLUc1o/s320/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Felicia, the 3rd oldest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1ODO0_7I/AAAAAAAACHY/hiSAK0X7u5Y/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846110772232114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1ODO0_7I/AAAAAAAACHY/hiSAK0X7u5Y/s320/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Valerie and Felicia, think they are 2 years apart. All of them look so much prettier with longer hair..Not sure why their mum wants to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2_qcTWcI/AAAAAAAACKA/iTo8piPwedI/s1600-h/DSC02174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848062622947778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2_qcTWcI/AAAAAAAACKA/iTo8piPwedI/s320/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my distant cousin Sam who is currently situated in the States, actually he is not really a blood relative but no matter cos i grew up with him in the same house for ten years.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1i-Dbc2I/AAAAAAAACIA/lzcebQqRDBo/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846470159496034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1i-Dbc2I/AAAAAAAACIA/lzcebQqRDBo/s320/DSC02157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken from Sam's camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_ZoSQIGbI/AAAAAAAACKo/BW3NRYZJRfM/s1600-h/DSC00617[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345730568829540786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_ZoSQIGbI/AAAAAAAACKo/BW3NRYZJRfM/s320/DSC00617%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My niece Sandra, her hair is so nicely tied up at the wedding dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_dlyD4txI/AAAAAAAACK4/MBs7qK55IfY/s1600-h/n620575616_1484022_9146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345734923875038994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_dlyD4txI/AAAAAAAACK4/MBs7qK55IfY/s320/n620575616_1484022_9146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1OYrnqVI/AAAAAAAACHg/wPY6ozFM_PU/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846116530137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1OYrnqVI/AAAAAAAACHg/wPY6ozFM_PU/s320/DSC02151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But after taking it off it looks darn funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_jAseq-hI/AAAAAAAACLQ/2uKWs7AWrVw/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_jAseq-hI/AAAAAAAACLQ/2uKWs7AWrVw/s320/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345740883791378962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy3Wbi57iI/AAAAAAAACKQ/gDyUJEZgTZk/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848453761101346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy3Wbi57iI/AAAAAAAACKQ/gDyUJEZgTZk/s320/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy3WZ05hyI/AAAAAAAACKI/L1U3XATq0-A/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344848453299701538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy3WZ05hyI/AAAAAAAACKI/L1U3XATq0-A/s320/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some self shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1iiKf3WI/AAAAAAAACHw/usHuDS3nwm8/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846462672952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1iiKf3WI/AAAAAAAACHw/usHuDS3nwm8/s320/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_hkd-CkYI/AAAAAAAACLI/0dPgtBpJyEs/s1600-h/DSC02144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345739299348451714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_hkd-CkYI/AAAAAAAACLI/0dPgtBpJyEs/s320/DSC02144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1imUxdFI/AAAAAAAACH4/toXXUzB6nEQ/s1600-h/DSC02156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846463789790290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1imUxdFI/AAAAAAAACH4/toXXUzB6nEQ/s320/DSC02156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1iQvBW9I/AAAAAAAACHo/wuP_npcgFc8/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344846457994304466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy1iQvBW9I/AAAAAAAACHo/wuP_npcgFc8/s320/DSC02153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lastly, a&lt;/strong&gt; group pic from Sam's camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_bwzVjfUI/AAAAAAAACKw/8sW8cKBPoxA/s1600-h/DSC00625[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345732914172886338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Si_bwzVjfUI/AAAAAAAACKw/8sW8cKBPoxA/s320/DSC00625%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-612978387168471951?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/612978387168471951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=612978387168471951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/612978387168471951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/612978387168471951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/06/pics-taken-at-cnymostly-frm-my-phone.html' title='Pics taken at CNY..mostly frm my phone'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Siy2-0u9XvI/AAAAAAAACJg/w_1nEnzCclI/s72-c/DSC02170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7183288234812145272</id><published>2009-06-10T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:35:37.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings</title><content type='html'>something terribly mortifying happened to me yesterday. without going into details, lets just say i totally "threw my face". glad that the bookfest is over. recently i have been experiencing extreme mood swings that i actually thought something is wrong with me. anyway its not abt any specific issue, just all the little stuff accumulated tat breaks me down, little things tat pollute my mood one after another. nw i truly hope tat everything is over and that once again i can regain control of my emotions. here's to sanity, welcome back to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7183288234812145272?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7183288234812145272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7183288234812145272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7183288234812145272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7183288234812145272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-swings.html' title='mood swings'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1544870685599561640</id><published>2009-06-08T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:16:05.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going out..new hp suggestions?</title><content type='html'>Today is my off day after the bookfest ends. Getting ready to go out with mum to meet sis at amk hub. Mum is doing her dental appt, and after that we will prob walk around abit and eat dinner. Dun really feel like going out late, actually i dun really feel like going out. But there is no lunch and the hunger pangs are setting in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I really need to check out the prices of a new mobile phone. I have been aiming for a SE C905, but he keeps telling me to go for a cheaper one in case I lost my mobile again. I never ever splurged in a gadget before, and I want a first time. Then I can finally take pictures without it being blur when the subject moves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1544870685599561640?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1544870685599561640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1544870685599561640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1544870685599561640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1544870685599561640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-outnew-hp-suggestions.html' title='going out..new hp suggestions?'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3208531141889773907</id><published>2009-06-08T03:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:50:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being alone is not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;being in my own world is not so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike crowds.&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to smile without meaning it.&lt;br /&gt;i rather keep to myself..its so pointless to blend in when i dun desire to be.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, social norms means i have to pander to this behaviour to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;tats sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i din change. i am just too tired to mask anything now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3208531141889773907?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3208531141889773907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3208531141889773907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3208531141889773907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3208531141889773907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-alone-is-not-so-bad-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1785105029806949206</id><published>2009-05-28T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:46:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad day</title><content type='html'>I am extremely upset. It's been a disastrous day. Everything went wrong. Nothing went right. I give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1785105029806949206?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1785105029806949206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1785105029806949206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1785105029806949206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1785105029806949206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-bad-day.html' title='bad bad day'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1504309305231067317</id><published>2009-05-24T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:49:49.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>visiting baby julian</title><content type='html'>Had a good time at syl's place with keri last Sat. We were there in the noon to visit baby julian whom I have not got to seen since his birth. Keri left earlier, so I stayed for a few hrs more chatting with Syl n Joa. Took some pics of baby Julian, he seems to keep yawning or sleeping or hungry. It's really hard to be a mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShlpemXMuZI/AAAAAAAACFg/nEVxPOljM6U/s1600-h/All+pics+from+jasmine+hp+using+card+reader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShlpemXMuZI/AAAAAAAACFg/nEVxPOljM6U/s400/All+pics+from+jasmine+hp+using+card+reader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339414807639275922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also too lazy to head back since I din make any plans that day. Finally went back at 9plus to my house by cab to meet Benny who rented Zoolander and Suspect X with recommendations from Syl and Joa. Zoolander is funny in a really brainless way, while Benny fell asleep halfway watching Suspect X. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alrite, still managed to finish it by myself. Quite nice, but the ending is quite tragic. I don't understand why the suspect did what he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1504309305231067317?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1504309305231067317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1504309305231067317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1504309305231067317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1504309305231067317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_24.html' title='visiting baby julian'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShlpemXMuZI/AAAAAAAACFg/nEVxPOljM6U/s72-c/All+pics+from+jasmine+hp+using+card+reader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-7401730577611652415</id><published>2009-05-24T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:16:23.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool place for kids</title><content type='html'>There's this cool place at Sembawang Shopping Centre that provides lots of entertainment for kids, makes me wish I was one just for the abandon of running around wet in public without any self-consciousness. Been thinking of bringing my niece there to play next time when she is more stable and able to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlds7VMQ1I/AAAAAAAACFI/ZSC9VjWr8IE/s1600-h/DSC02335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlds7VMQ1I/AAAAAAAACFI/ZSC9VjWr8IE/s400/DSC02335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401859646636882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShldtButsNI/AAAAAAAACFY/tiM9s55U164/s1600-h/DSC02337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShldtButsNI/AAAAAAAACFY/tiM9s55U164/s400/DSC02337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401861364297938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlds3RSshI/AAAAAAAACFQ/qsmXEc2sEKo/s1600-h/DSC02336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlds3RSshI/AAAAAAAACFQ/qsmXEc2sEKo/s400/DSC02336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401858556539410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShldsnIc_SI/AAAAAAAACFA/Fmm6y81UwII/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShldsnIc_SI/AAAAAAAACFA/Fmm6y81UwII/s400/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401854224497954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShldsWaL7LI/AAAAAAAACE4/h90lkC33N-o/s1600-h/DSC02333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ShldsWaL7LI/AAAAAAAACE4/h90lkC33N-o/s400/DSC02333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401849735474354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_rGAd1I/AAAAAAAACEg/3wYPR-BmJX0/s1600-h/DSC02330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_rGAd1I/AAAAAAAACEg/3wYPR-BmJX0/s400/DSC02330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401082193868626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_XBqLaI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Os_d251of30/s1600-h/DSC02328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_XBqLaI/AAAAAAAACEQ/Os_d251of30/s400/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401076806921634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_6yS-BI/AAAAAAAACEw/GUQbEtMnqRw/s1600-h/DSC02332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_6yS-BI/AAAAAAAACEw/GUQbEtMnqRw/s400/DSC02332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401086406162450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_wdvCDI/AAAAAAAACEo/0OHtX1wF7p0/s1600-h/DSC02331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_wdvCDI/AAAAAAAACEo/0OHtX1wF7p0/s400/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401083635566642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_ebj65I/AAAAAAAACEY/PgtI3w-bOKo/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlc_ebj65I/AAAAAAAACEY/PgtI3w-bOKo/s400/DSC02329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339401078794611602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-7401730577611652415?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/7401730577611652415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=7401730577611652415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7401730577611652415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/7401730577611652415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='cool place for kids'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Shlds7VMQ1I/AAAAAAAACFI/ZSC9VjWr8IE/s72-c/DSC02335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3210785779910955170</id><published>2009-05-24T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:46:46.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tidying up my room</title><content type='html'>Finally tided up my room YAYYY!!!! We actually hauled EVERYTHING out from it's depths, sifted through it to decide what would stay and leave, and decide on where best to place the items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been Benny's dream..cos he even dreamt abt it haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my room looks clean and comfortable instead of clothes and clutter littering the whole room. We actually spent TEN HOURS(4pm plus to 2am plus) with less than an hr's break in between. It is backbreaking work siah...at the end of everything I could have easily just dropped on the bed and slept within minutes, which was what I did. (no insommia whoohoo!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the work was not equally divided becos most he did like 70% of the work...He is awesome, I am just amazed that he actually ENJOYS doing it. Oh wow. It puts me to shame really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we took out 3 bags of rubbish and a big bag intended to give to Salvation army. It's also the first time I ever knew what my drawers contained as my mum threw all she dictates as rubbish into my drawers. I found tons and tons of receipts ranging to a few years back, one of my fav 21st bd present that I was trying to find for ages, and all the old neoprints and photos taken yrs back, and notebooks I used to write in. I read abit and shocked to find out what kind of stuff I have been writing. Read some of it out loud to Benny for a laugh, I have no idea at all cos time has actually swiped out some of the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that almost everything has been put into place neatly, I can start thinking up ideas to decorate my room..still thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3210785779910955170?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3210785779910955170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3210785779910955170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3210785779910955170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3210785779910955170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/tidying-up-my-room.html' title='tidying up my room'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8513940333222796930</id><published>2009-05-14T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:57:09.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Orang gutan</title><content type='html'>My brother took this at the msian zoo. I am stunned. Apparently someone threw in a cigarette in, hehehe. I hope the orang gutan won't get addicted to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBMiNzn_4cI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/dBMiNzn_4cI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8513940333222796930?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8513940333222796930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8513940333222796930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8513940333222796930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8513940333222796930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/smoking-orang-gutan.html' title='Smoking Orang gutan'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5523293199293588519</id><published>2009-05-12T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:31:10.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Trip</title><content type='html'>I am back from my KL trip! Guess not much people even know I am even going there in the first place. It's for my oldest cousin's wedding(he is 45yrs old) n his wife is 38yrs old n 5mths pregnant. It's a classic case of "buy big, get small free". My cousin is overjoyed at the prospect of being a dad going by his ear-to-ear grin. Am happy for him, even if I have to admit I din't tok much to him. But since he is the oldest cousin after all, getting hitched was a big occasion and almost everyone of our relatives turned up except for my own brother who was unfortunately unable to make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I bought along a significant other, and I am glad that he was able to accompany me through all the delays and changes and being at the mercy of my relative's transport. (next time we must get a car of our own!) I super duper envy my spore relatives who all went back in a car and thus they were able to get around on their own without being subjected to other people's time arrangement. Malaysia is not a safe place after all and for all the endless waiting for my relatives to fetch us to and fro, I was about bored to tears. :( (even cabs are out of the question due to safety issues.)So to reiterate, &lt;strong&gt;we(I) need a car!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(or my brother available to drive us, hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, it was kinda good to see my relatives, just tat the issue of transport always spoilts my mood when I cun go anywhere as fast as I want to. Have not seen most of them in years, and during this time quite a few of them have got married and got kid(s) of their own. It's quite unsettling to see so many toddlers and youngsters running about and I cun even begin to figure which child belongs to which cousin! And there were so many relatives that I din manage to say a sentence or two..some I din even get to speak to at all. Such a pity. But there were too many people and I was too lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din get to take photos of my baby niece with other kids..namely Owen and Wanting. *arrggghhh*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All along I had wanted to get a photo of them and now they are walking and even Wanting is running already and still no pic! Haizz..I forgot to take along my mobile too, so couldnt go around taking photos of other kids...din get to take much photos with my cousins either...most of them bought along their significant others as well..seems like they are keeping to themselves or maybe it's just me. But we did take quite a few reunion photos, although I looked like a fat cow in almost all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Genting at the last minute as well. Benny and I are supposed to go back to spore yesterday, but my bro who arrived in the morning at KL only yesterday wanted to drive up to Genting for a few hrs, so we thought, why not just go up for a few hours then take a bus there to spore directly? So off we(sister, benny, bro and his wife) went...then my bro's car broke down on the way..after the time wasted, we reached at Genting around 2.40pm. Saw that the last bus to spore was at 3.30pm, and we had no choice but to buy the tickets..so disappointing. So with no time to spare, we ate at Burger King and went off to board the bus at 3.15pm. Very sad rite? All the way up to Genting to eat Burger King..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then since my family won't be back, Benny had to stay over at my hse last nite cos I am such a scaredy cat. We had to head straight for his house after reaching the spore custom and then he packed his stuff and went back to my hse. Felt bery bad that I had to trouble him...worst that I had to work noon shift today and hence he had to go to work in the morning on his own. Sorry sorry...will make it up to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am actually typing this rushed entry during my work break. Will update again when I have more time, tada~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5523293199293588519?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5523293199293588519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5523293199293588519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5523293199293588519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5523293199293588519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/kl-trip.html' title='KL Trip'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1496099447665120017</id><published>2009-05-06T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:10:17.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby visiting</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to go visit Syl's house with Keri next Sat(finally!).&lt;br /&gt;Found out her house is next to Kovan Mrt station, quite far which is why I have not gotten there yet. Tink the journey will take 1.5hrs...must make sure I stayed there for at least a few hrs so that my journey won't be wasted. It be a good time to catch up with some girls talk, hehe. And of course to play with the baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1496099447665120017?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1496099447665120017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1496099447665120017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1496099447665120017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1496099447665120017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-visiting.html' title='baby visiting'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-84651219126664801</id><published>2009-05-06T15:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:50:38.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting</title><content type='html'>Just came out of a sales forecast meeting with my manager. I tink its a stressful affair, because I never seem to be able to hit the sales target that she dictated for me. And as for marketing...I have alot(&lt;em&gt;like one big chunk...oh damn&lt;/em&gt;) to learn. *nods sagely*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-84651219126664801?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/84651219126664801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=84651219126664801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/84651219126664801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/84651219126664801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/meeting.html' title='meeting'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3689477847215251175</id><published>2009-05-05T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:26:05.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trapped bee</title><content type='html'>There is a bee trapped in my sister's wardrobe. I wonder how it got in there? My mum went to open the wardrobe just nw, heard a buzzing noise and saw the bee flying around. That's it. She closed the wardrobe door, leaving the lonely bee free to roam around my sister's clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is hoping my bro will be able to catch it, while sis advocates letting the bee fly out by itself, with any hope it will fly out of our house. Mum tinks its dangerous cos, what if it stings my little niece who is staying with us? I wonder if the bee will die inside the layers of clothes if they dont decide soon. Maybe it just rot there most likely when it tires of flying and lack of food. Not a good thought..but well, its not my wardrobe. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to sleep. Been having a slight sore throat for a few days. Need more rest. I just dreamt the other day of a group of people being decapitated..these kind of dreams don't make good sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3689477847215251175?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3689477847215251175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3689477847215251175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3689477847215251175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3689477847215251175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/trapped-bee.html' title='a trapped bee'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-342655573505753895</id><published>2009-05-05T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:42:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An amusing news report - Secretary accidentally bites off boss' penis</title><content type='html'>Serves him right! Married still want to have affair la...orh bee good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A SECRETARY accidentally bit off the penis of her employer while giving him oral sex in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin Chew Daily and China Press reported yesterday that while the 30-year-old woman was performing oral sex on the man, the car was hit by a reversing van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact of the crash, China Press reported, caused the woman to bite off her lover's organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily reported that the incident occurred in a Singapore park where the couple met after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse for the woman, her husband had sent a private investigator to spy on her after suspecting that she was being unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigator said he had followed the woman and her boss to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'On reaching the park, they did not alight from the car. Not long after, the car started to shake violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the car was hit by the van, there was a loud scream from the woman whose mouth was covered with blood,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman later followed her lover to the hospital with part of the sexual organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigator, who called an ambulance to send the man to hospital, said that this was the first time he had encountered such an incident.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-342655573505753895?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/342655573505753895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=342655573505753895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/342655573505753895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/342655573505753895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/amusing-news-report-secretary.html' title='An amusing news report - Secretary accidentally bites off boss&apos; penis'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-306596345569086711</id><published>2009-05-02T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:24:22.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korean wannabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SfwDL-G84EI/AAAAAAAACEI/dq8GkE5VrDY/s1600-h/korean+wannabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SfwDL-G84EI/AAAAAAAACEI/dq8GkE5VrDY/s400/korean+wannabe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331139563085422658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-306596345569086711?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/306596345569086711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=306596345569086711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/306596345569086711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/306596345569086711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/05/korean-wannabe.html' title='korean wannabe'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SfwDL-G84EI/AAAAAAAACEI/dq8GkE5VrDY/s72-c/korean+wannabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6203556615634455618</id><published>2009-05-02T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:43:37.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster The English Rose Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SfvdheOEMCI/AAAAAAAACCQ/1OJ2Ee-Q4O4/s1600-h/foster+cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331098151040593954" style="DISPLAY: block; 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This road map is a plan designed to help you describe, find and attract suitable candidates for the job of your life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's say that you've been following your road map for awhile now. You're out there in the dating scene, meeting members of the opposite sex online and in person, making conscious decisions about who to date, and (hopefully) using the "One Minute Quiz for Evaluating a Potential Soulmate" as a guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you get to the third or fourth date with someone. That's when you start noticing how some aspects of your dating partner don't fit with the vision you have of your ideal mate. For many singles, confronting this "fork in the road," is a major dating dilemma. That's because taking an unanticipated turn onto an unknown road toward finding a life partner can be confusing and scary. This is the point when I've seen many singles quickly, and even carelessly, reject someone who could have made a suitable partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge at this stage of dating is to look long and hard at the actual live person you're dating and determine what aspects of your ideal relationship vision are mandatory, and which are negotiable. Truthfully, I don't suggest that you do this on your own. It takes a coach or a mentor, an objective person whom you trust, to help you determine the pros and cons of the person you?re dating. Without help, you run the risk of listening to that little voice in your head saying, "Hey, break up with this person. S/he doesn't match up! You'll only be settling for less!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that "settling for less" inaccurately describes the experience of singles having to compromise some of the characteristics they seek in their ideal mate. To best explain the choices one faces when confronting a "fork in the road," here are a couple of examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George feels comfortable and happy when he is with Julia, and sees himself having a future with her, IF ONLY she would be more intellectually stimulating. George has a keen interest in current events and looks forward to reading the news every day. He has tried to interest Julia in discussing news and events with him, and while she is familiar with the world around her, it is not at the level that George would like. On the other hand, they share similar family backgrounds, outdoor interests and spiritual lifestyle goals. They have a good time together, can converse about a variety of subjects, and get along well. George also finds her attractive, but still wonders if he can marry a woman who does not stimulate him intellectually. On the other hand, he has yet to meet anyone else that he enjoys being with as much, overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest to George that he try and view Julia as the intelligent woman she truly is, despite not having as keen an interest in current events as he. I would encourage him to focus on their shared interests and goals, and to imagine Julia as a partner in life rather than solely as an intellectual cohort. I would, of course, remind him that not all people are perfect, yet they can and should be able to grow. I would strongly recommend that since he is attracted to her and enjoys her company, he may already have sufficient information with which to know that they can create a life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna has gone out with Michael for two months, having met him on an online dating website. She experienced him as nice and attentive, and came away from each date with the confirmation that he was a decent and honest man, with whom she shared similar spiritual and life goals. While she was able to visualize being married to him, she did not feel any excitement about him, or excitement about having a future with him. Anna wondered if it was reasonable to have a marriage that did not have much passion if Michael was, in fact, a nice and kind man. But she wasn't sure if her doubts about him were reason enough to break up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Anna's situation differently than George's. George is pretty clear and confident about who he is and what he needs; Anna isn't as in touch with her needs, which is the reason why she's confused about Michael. Anna believes that she should marry a man solely because he's kind, honest and decent. This reflects a lack of self-esteem on Anna's part, because if she believed she deserved passion and excitement in a relationship, then she would break up with Michael, no matter how nice and decent he was, and continue searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negotiating a "fork in the road" essentially requires that you have sufficient knowledge about yourself and your needs. Having this knowledge will help you decide what turns to take -- should you disqualify someone because you know you need more than what s/he is capable of giving? Or, since you know that no one is perfect, should you be flexible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George, in the example above, was challenged to see how his dating partner, Julia, met the majority of his needs for a life partner. This meant that he turn onto the road requiring him to be flexible. Once Anna (in the second example) realizes that she deserves to have passion and excitement in a relationship, she'll turn onto the road disqualifying Michael, which will eventually lead her closer to finding her life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A map is filled with many opportunities to take turns onto other roads that can still get you to where you want to go. If you focus on what is missing in a relationship, then you may be setting yourself up to feel that you are settling for less. But if you choose instead to look at the bigger picture, to see your goal in the distance, and be flexible about turning onto some side roads along the way, you may get to your destination -- finding your life partner -- that much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8517392113052391669?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8517392113052391669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8517392113052391669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8517392113052391669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hair, it din last very long and i cun b bothered. i am not after the poker straight look, just trying to make my hair neater albeit natural since i do tie up my hair almost everyday which is a no-no for rebonded hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me two 2hrs plus and i was bored to death sitting on the chair, more so for benny who had to wait for me. he bought along a book to read but seems he fell asleep after a while. heck, i wanted to sleep myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat we went trying for specs and went to a few shops. got a real bargain for this white frame specs tat costs just $150. usually my specs costs at least $200= to 300+ as my degree is quite high, so the pricing goes towards paying for thinner lenses so i don't look so nerdy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white specs is something new for me. he says it looks striking although i dunno if its in a good way. but anyway its free for me, so its his call.  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-2888456043847561567</id><published>2009-04-29T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:09:41.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone, gone, gone, tats my $$$</title><content type='html'>i dropped my wallet at bishan junction mac last fri. i am so freaky right down pissed. both with myself and to whomever the sorry excuse of a human who took all my money inside, which was my entire commission last mth and which i just withdraw the night bfore. he/she left me penniless for this mth, but at least he/she had the tinest shred of decency or conscience to leave my wallet on the floor for the staff at mac to pick it up. tats y i can safely say its a human and not a beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first when i was informed through phone tat mac had my wallet, i was filled with joy and relief. my sis went to pick it up as benny n i were heading on the way to jb. in the evening, my joy turned to shock when my sis sms him to say all my cash is missing. without skipping a beat, he added "hope the person go n d** lo, mayb by tomlo". wow, such poisonous words, even if the same thought did occur to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still terribly upset, i realli wanted to buy somethjing for myself, like a hp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2888456043847561567?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2888456043847561567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-4064636341376494282</id><published>2009-04-24T09:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:47:43.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another baby in this world~!</title><content type='html'>i just opened my email at work half an ago and there was an email from from benny. which was not surprising considering we email each other everyday. but then the subject header was a major shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sylvia has given birth this morning‏(!!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me keri tried to call me but couldnt get through, so immed i called keri while having an urge to throw my hp in the rubbish bin. i had to bloody restart my hp again to get my sms from syl n keri, even though i restarted it this morning n no smses gotten in!! tats y benny always ask me to buy a new hp..cos wat if something happened to him n he couldnt get through. he n keri was right, i better get a new one and fast bcos its dragging too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. me, syl and keri were still planning to meet for dinner this evening at amk hub for a gals nite out. well nw, we are still having dinner, except it would be in a hospital. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-4064636341376494282?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8862622243156139910</id><published>2009-04-23T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:08:33.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suppression</title><content type='html'>i know i am getting more temperamental of late. at this point of time, i shd be happy. which i am, sometimes. other times i am on the verge of tears and it seems as if an unseen fist is wrapping its hand around my heart and giving it a gentle squeeze. nothing too dramatic, but still rather unpleasant. i dun know wats wrong with me, or rather i do. had a long conversation with him over the phone just nw and he took time to reassure me. i know he is tryin his best, i realli do. it's my own self, my own expectations tat i need to change. i need to restraint myself and get over the withdrawal symptoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5393736775395000184</id><published>2009-04-21T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:42:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he is so sweet</title><content type='html'>he is so sweet. we were supposed to meet up tomorrow but i was asked in this evening if i wanted to do noon shift for tomorrow. so called him n told him abt it n he told me "do lo". was sad cos in tat case couldn't get to see him, wats more my library books are with him cos he helped me to go collect yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i was taking the mrt back hme and abt to reach admiratly, then remembered my sot sot phone confirmed no network, so i took it out n restarted the phone. then immed the phone rang n it was him, asking where i was and if i am hme yet. abit puzzled but continued a conversation with him...then i was asking him how come the background so noisy then he told me he watchin tv. hmmm...so once i reached admiralty, told him i call him back later as i got to go buy something to eat. as soon as i came out of the mrt station, i heard someone calling my name..and it's him! i was stunned...my brain freezed over. i couldn't think of any reason y he would be in admiralty for goodness sake and it's alry 10pm! know wat he told me? he say it's cos he wanted to give me my library books...isn't tat sweet? cos u n i both know tats not the real reason... :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he sent me up to my hse bfore going back. it's the sweetest thing in the world bcos i certainly din expect tat. i really have to get over my insecurities tats biting at me...i dun wan it to be a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8272885095218393389</id><published>2009-04-21T02:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:54:45.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamed a dream..from britain got talent</title><content type='html'>watched this video a few days back...cried the first two times i watched it..it says alot tat i am watching this video in the middle of the night..this little video gives us so many lessons...look at it n u know wat i mean..look at the expressions on the judge's and audience's faces..she showed them good alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her voice is so uplifting but the song is so sad..kept replayin this song over and over..is it the voice or the lyrics tat's getting to me? it reminds me of something..somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am putting this up bcos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) love her voice!&lt;br /&gt;2)love the song, the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i like quite a few songs from musicals even though i have never watched a musical before...somehow the lyrics for the songs in musicals are so expressive..it just make my heart ache...are there really dreams that cannot be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/n7cqrlkmHv/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/n7cqrlkmHv/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/no5rl4w/video/Blj9y-5u/pipo-susan-boyle-i-dreamed-a-dream-tv-video/"&gt;Susan Boyle - I Dreamed a Dream - Pipo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was a time, when men were kind&lt;br /&gt;And their voices were soft&lt;br /&gt;And their words were inviting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, when love was blind&lt;br /&gt;And the world was a song&lt;br /&gt;And the song was exciting&lt;br /&gt;There was a time it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream in time gone by&lt;br /&gt;When hope was high and life worth living&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that love would never die&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that God would be forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was young and unafraid&lt;br /&gt;And dreams were made and used and wasted&lt;br /&gt;There was no ransom to be paid&lt;br /&gt;No song unsung, no wine untested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tigers come at night&lt;br /&gt;With their voices soft as thunder&lt;br /&gt;As they tear your hope apart&lt;br /&gt;As they turn your dream to shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept a summer by my side&lt;br /&gt;He filled my days with endless wonder&lt;br /&gt;He took my childhood in his stride&lt;br /&gt;But he was gone when autumn came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I dream he'll come to me&lt;br /&gt;That we will live the years together&lt;br /&gt;But there are dreams that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;But there are storms we cannot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream my life would be&lt;br /&gt;So different from this hell I'm living&lt;br /&gt;So different now from what it seemed&lt;br /&gt;Now life has killed the dream I dreamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8272885095218393389?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8272885095218393389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1478428596156986906</id><published>2009-04-15T11:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:16:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some little musings..</title><content type='html'>Why am I the only one suay enough to get bitten by sandflies while the rest of those having dinner are unharmed? I found the answer. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gobygirl Posted on 22/07/04 14:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The real trick to not having sandfly bites (and all other manners of biting and stinging insects) is not repellent, in my humble opinion. It is to bring a sacrifice - one person who attracts mossies, sandflies etc and VOILA! insects no more. This method is tried and tested and has proven to win hands down&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1478428596156986906?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1478428596156986906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1478428596156986906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1478428596156986906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1478428596156986906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-little-musings.html' title='some little musings..'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8347545043228294774</id><published>2009-04-14T10:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:47:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sandflies, not mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>Soon after reporting for work this morning, I walked over to our company clinic that was nearby to see a docter for my bites. It kept me up all nite too because it was so itchy and painful and swollen. The docter thought it could be sandflies and gave me a med to take in the morning, another to take at nite, plus a cream to apply twice a day. Once the nurse passed me the medicine, I took it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right on the spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (ya..i was that desperate for the itch to stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I googled up sandflies(i should know more about the enemy rite?) and this is what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sand flea bite is most likely to occur at dawn or in the evening and night time hours on the beach or other sandy areas that are near water. Wetlands, swamplands, creeks, and lakebeds are other areas where sand fleas can be found. Sand fleas generally stay close to their breeding ground. They never wander more than 350 feet or about 100 meters from their breeding area. Sand flea swarms produce a high-pitched wine. Therefore, if you are on the beach and you hear something like this, it is best to move or risk a sand flea bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fleas will jump onto the feet, ankles, legs, and then bite. They are very persistent and quite annoying. Because of their small size, a sand flea bite occurs before individuals even know any sand fleas were in the area. Like a mosquito, a sand flea bites to suck blood. It is the female sand fly that bites. It does this in order to get the protein from the blood that is necessary for its egg laying. The sand flea bite involves the injection of saliva to thin the blood, making it easier for the flea to take blood from its victim. This same saliva triggers the body’s immune system to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite its size, the bite from a sand flea is quite painful. In fact, most of the time the bite is more painful than one from a typically larger mosquito. In addition to pain, the bite causes a large welt or rashes on the skin that can persist for several days. A fever may also occur. The welts or hives produced from bites are very itchy. Scratching the bitten areas should be avoided in order to prevent the development of an infection. Scratching will also prolong the symptoms of swelling, itch, and skin redness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandflies bites are best avoided. It takes days or weeks to heal. The itchiness never go away and you scratch yourself until you bleed. They are often found near sea shores. It only take minutes and you won’t notice their bites until its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandflies bites are intensely itchy and last for days. Bleeding and infection occurs when a person scratch non-stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that explains why it itches so much that I wanted to cry at times. It's terrible, I tell you. Scratching myself in my sleep until I woke up. .*sob* I am resigned to the fact that it might leave a mark, but well, it just go away in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8347545043228294774?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8347545043228294774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8347545043228294774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8347545043228294774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8347545043228294774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/04/sandflies-not-mosquitoes.html' title='sandflies, not mosquitoes'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6873766457069080334</id><published>2009-04-13T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:13:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy day</title><content type='html'>Went out for dinner with his family at Bottletree Park's open-air restarant to celebrate his mum's birthday. I got a good deal as they picked me up before heading there..hehe..the unfortunate thing is as it's an open-air restaurant, the mosquitoes were free to prey on me despite the fact that there were lighted mosquitoes repellant incense underneath the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bites kept me up all nite as it's super itchy lo. I counted 15 bites, most of it on my legs and the swollen type. Bought mopiko or wu bi gao today to sooth my itches..today is a super itchy day. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-6873766457069080334?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/6873766457069080334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=6873766457069080334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6873766457069080334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6873766457069080334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/04/itchy-day.html' title='itchy day'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5716569076125545022</id><published>2009-04-07T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:26:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Boyfriend (Zettai Kareshi), watch this show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SdrjBYopy1I/AAAAAAAACCE/2rTybCiDKUU/s1600-h/Absolute_Boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SdrjBYopy1I/AAAAAAAACCE/2rTybCiDKUU/s400/Absolute_Boyfriend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321815522623998802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favourite dramas. Its quite funny and touching..I cried buckets at some scenes. The female lead is adorable and the male lead is super drop dead gorgeous! Will recommend this show to all my friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/absolute-boyfriend-zettai-kareshi/"&gt;catch this drama over here&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/5319736157339937889-5716569076125545022?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5716569076125545022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5716569076125545022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5716569076125545022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5716569076125545022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/04/absolute-boyfriend-zettai-kareshi-watch.html' title='Absolute Boyfriend (Zettai Kareshi), watch this show!'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SdrjBYopy1I/AAAAAAAACCE/2rTybCiDKUU/s72-c/Absolute_Boyfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-736988155597723439</id><published>2009-03-29T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:59:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some past photos of my niece</title><content type='html'>Some stretching exercises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sc8apMfzIJI/AAAAAAAACBs/c3NJqvmDAJM/s1600-h/DSC01856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sc8apMfzIJI/AAAAAAAACBs/c3NJqvmDAJM/s400/DSC01856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318498979979403410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on her mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sc8apBaLdYI/AAAAAAAACB0/3ou0zLe6rP4/s1600-h/DSC01860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sc8apBaLdYI/AAAAAAAACB0/3ou0zLe6rP4/s400/DSC01860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318498977003042178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad assuming a narcissistic pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sc8bqEBRBkI/AAAAAAAACB8/YbYediyhycY/s1600-h/kw1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sc8bqEBRBkI/AAAAAAAACB8/YbYediyhycY/s400/kw1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318500094395352642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-736988155597723439?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/736988155597723439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=736988155597723439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/736988155597723439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/736988155597723439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-past-photos-of-my-niece.html' title='some past photos of my niece'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/Sc8apMfzIJI/AAAAAAAACBs/c3NJqvmDAJM/s72-c/DSC01856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3516314260188917790</id><published>2009-03-27T09:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:25:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday updates</title><content type='html'>The whole dept is empty except for me. It's time for me to take leave..hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities coming up for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)horse riding in &lt;a href="http://www.riderslodge.com.my/"&gt;kluang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) treetop walk in MacRitchie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) a nite out at &lt;a href="http://www.dangabay.com/"&gt;Danga Bay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) trying out &lt;a href="http://www.wildrocket.com.sg/"&gt;wildrocket&lt;/a&gt; as recommended by Carrie (reviews seem pretty good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..there seems to be some more thought that I missed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to? After the JC period was over for last mth, slacked big time in the office until I realised with panic that I might not be able to hit this mth's target. Been working hard and hit my target a few days back *phew*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something sad to update: a few days after I got my commision, it got deducted by my tiertary bank loan. So all my plans of buying a new hp and giving treats came to naught....starting over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3516314260188917790?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3516314260188917790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3516314260188917790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3516314260188917790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3516314260188917790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-updates.html' title='friday updates'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6473237879549621631</id><published>2009-03-25T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:51:40.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from a quick lunch</title><content type='html'>Just came back from lunch. The weather is so humid that my face is all flushed..i am melting away. I went for lunch alone because my colleagues had some work to do and after waiting for an hr, i am so hungry i abandoned them and went off by myself for a quick one. Went down to the north bridge road market which i just discovered its existence yesterday. I am actually the type of people that doesn't mind eating by myself, then i won't have to talk or feel obliged to in the case of awkward silence. I rather enjoy my own company much of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syl commented recently tat i have changed, thankfully its for the better. Maybe i have. Nw tat i have something in life to work forward to and a person who makes me want to do my best..hope it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-6473237879549621631?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/6473237879549621631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=6473237879549621631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6473237879549621631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6473237879549621631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-quick-lunch.html' title='back from a quick lunch'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-5817855575450786626</id><published>2009-03-25T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:10:23.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess which is me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ScmSgifB6II/AAAAAAAACAs/mMx4m_Xhm4c/s1600-h/babies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ScmSgifB6II/AAAAAAAACAs/mMx4m_Xhm4c/s400/babies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316941922798004354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-5817855575450786626?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/5817855575450786626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=5817855575450786626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5817855575450786626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/5817855575450786626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-which-is-me.html' title='Guess which is me?'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/ScmSgifB6II/AAAAAAAACAs/mMx4m_Xhm4c/s72-c/babies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1153121898337664120</id><published>2009-03-12T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:41:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vday Gift</title><content type='html'>An album full of photos with captions..I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SbkdCA1hUoI/AAAAAAAACAc/adfToYzj6ss/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312309155881636482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SbkdCA1hUoI/AAAAAAAACAc/adfToYzj6ss/s400/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SbkdCiwDHMI/AAAAAAAACAk/l_Sqn8xER1A/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312309164985490626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SbkdCiwDHMI/AAAAAAAACAk/l_Sqn8xER1A/s400/IMG_1481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1153121898337664120?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1153121898337664120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1153121898337664120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1153121898337664120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1153121898337664120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-vday-gift.html' title='My Vday Gift'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6-TUZirfjM/SbkdCA1hUoI/AAAAAAAACAc/adfToYzj6ss/s72-c/IMG_1479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3912968013859891839</id><published>2009-03-03T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:23:47.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna check out your Ba Zi aka eight characters?</title><content type='html'>Took a &lt;a href="http://www.adestiny.com/bazi_report/sample"&gt;free sample reading for my Eight Characters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that our Eight Characters is the seed we are given, how we sow them is another matter..hmmm...ya the reading for me some parts I don't recognize them much...any comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample Reading for Jasmine Lee&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Personality and Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You have enormous energy and capacity for endurance in work. You work hard and strive harder than most to achieve whatever position you have in life. You are an amusing person who likes to laugh and make others chuckle with your stories. You are sharp-tongued and hypercritical of those you feel you can daunt. You are also a careful, efficient, warm and demonstrative person.You are outwardly a calm and gentle person but it is hard to know your inner self. An observant, nice and alert person you can adapt very easily in most kind of situations and circumstances. Though you appear to be calm and quiet people can be surprised when you suddenly blow your top or throw a tantrum without even realizing it. Service oriented as you are, you like to contribute to the well being of the human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romance and Compatibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You are constant and certain on your love relationship and choose to remain faithful. Preferring a quiet traditional family life, most of your activities center around your home. Your lover or partner should learn how to cook and entertain guests or friends in your home and tolerate desire for pets. You will be most compatible to Scorpio and Pisces born in Oxen, Dragons or Snake years.You are very feminine and sensual and men are often attracted to you easily. You want men to respect and love you as what you are and not to treat you as a sex object, which can hurt you quite badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Profession&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You will perform well in jobs that require precision and skills. As a boss, your staff or employee will find you intolerable due to your high expectation from them. Therefore, jobs required secondary post will be suitable for you like, hairdresser, TV producer, executive secretary and so on.You have interest in the financial field. You are alert and observant and sensitive to the public psychology but you are better off for working for others. Sales and marketing are good for you and working in banks, accounting firms, tax office or in other financial institution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3912968013859891839?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3912968013859891839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3912968013859891839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3912968013859891839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3912968013859891839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/sample-reading-for-jasmine-lee.html' title='wanna check out your Ba Zi aka eight characters?'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-8495540002238982074</id><published>2009-03-01T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:03:11.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exercising misadventures</title><content type='html'>Our exercise regime has so far been a mild disaster. This afternoon I met him up at Clementi, and we drove to West Coast Park with the intention of cycling for two hours. Turns out there was no bike rental shop EVEN THOUGH the west coast park site map dictates otherwise. I wonder how long has it not been updated? It's the 2nd time we made a wasted trip in 2 weeks, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then plan B was to go his house for gym and a swim. So we headed to my house to get my swimwear, and also to pass him the brochures and ferry timings for Bintan we are supposed to book for this sat. We went by the long way..bukit batok, then we PASS HIS HOUSE...after which it started to rain heavily, then at the juncture where we are supposed to turn into my area&lt;em&gt;(woodlands ave 12),&lt;/em&gt; he missed it and we were on the road to Yishun. Of course the missed turn was attributed to me, cos I was talking to him. I wasn't in the best of moods while in the car because the rain was a real damper plus the fact we were sorta lost, but then he smiles and says as long as we are together. He is getting to be quite a sweet talker, but in my heart I wish for it to be true. In the end, we came back to my place tired and dizzy from the long ride. No more exercise, we had to rest. Stayed at my house for 1 hr plus then he had to go back and return the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on wed, we went his house after work for gym. The plan was to exercise first before eating dinner. But I was too hungry and we ended up having dinner first, which made us so lazy to go gym after that. But we perservered! And then while I was putting on my sports shoes, I realised the sport shoes were of different sizes, albeit same designs. Turns out one of them belongs to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the shoes were both for the right feet, he encouraged me to wear it because it should still be wearable rite? Yeah...I was already sceptical but still I tried it on even though when my left feet was squeezed into a sports shoe that was a size too small, I could feel my feet being uncomfortably and contorted unnaturally in the opposite direction. When I tried to take a step, it was a killer. I think it was lucky I didn't sprain anything, I really thought my left feet was a goner for a moment. In the end I lended his old sports shoes which were too big for me but alot more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this entire week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan of swimming yesterday was also squashed due to my sis flying me an aeroplane and by the time she "flew" the aeroplane, it was already about 7pm and I don't think its safe for me to swim alone in the dark considering I am far from a strong swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to met up with Carrie and her bf Lawrence instead at Causeway point for some bread, corn soup, milk tea etc. Lawrence was baptised yesterday and Carrie did invited me to go, but I decided not to in the end as there were too many people and I did not know what was expected. They shared with me their knowledge of buying flats, it's quite interesting and it be useful in time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-8495540002238982074?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/8495540002238982074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=8495540002238982074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8495540002238982074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/8495540002238982074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/exercising-misadventures.html' title='exercising misadventures'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-4588186522114529461</id><published>2009-03-01T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:13:26.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>And so my colleague left on thursday. She left a handwritten note on my table which I only saw when I got back from my break. In short, she says its been a great pleasure to know me, hope I will achieve what I wanted to do. Stay in contact etc. She's a sweet gal, I'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am feeling down about going back to work tomorrow. Had a short nap just now and I had ugly nightmares....some about work. I am sure my manager is going to target me next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-4588186522114529461?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/4588186522114529461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=4588186522114529461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4588186522114529461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/4588186522114529461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/03/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6277965035989185304</id><published>2009-02-26T22:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:10:06.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a surprise visit</title><content type='html'>It's such a terrific surprise. There I am, just coming down from my office and about to cross the road. Then I heard a voice behind me utter my name. I turned back and it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I was so stunned....it's 9pm at nite and I was just reaching into my bag to look for my handphone and give him a call. And there he was, right in front of me. He was actually waiting downstairs for me, oh gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later as we were reaching the mrt station hand-in-hand, I was still shell-shocked. It's extremely sweet, because we are supposed to be meeting tomorrow anyway and he has to wake up early in the morning. I really didn't expect that...although I did secretly hoped for it haha. So he send me back to my doorstep and took a cab back. I truly, deeply appreciate it... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This little gesture touches my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-6277965035989185304?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/6277965035989185304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=6277965035989185304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6277965035989185304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6277965035989185304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-visit.html' title='a surprise visit'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-2029168637904154518</id><published>2009-02-26T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:17:35.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alighting at the wrong station</title><content type='html'>I did the stupiest, brainless thing today. I alighted at Bugis Mrt when i am supposed to be alighting at Lavender Mrt for work.  (which is nearer) When I realized, its too late and the train doors have closed. So what is the next best plan when the next train is too long a wait for me to arrive to work? I walked from Bugis to my workplace lo. I walked very, very fast in my heels. I can't even remember the last time I give my legs such a good workout haha. Still cooling down phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-2029168637904154518?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/2029168637904154518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=2029168637904154518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2029168637904154518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/2029168637904154518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/02/alighting-at-wrong-station.html' title='alighting at the wrong station'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-3935184195042846578</id><published>2009-02-25T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:33:04.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free tissues</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was eating lunch at Army market, the old lady selling tissues came over and handed me 3 packets of tissues. Thinking she was asking me to buy, I forked out the money. But turns out she was giving it to me free of charge as a gesture of thanks for an ang pow that I have given to her during Chinese New Year. It kinda lighted up my lunch hour, but it's sad because we can only do so much..random acts of kindness can't deny the fact she has no family of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is a period where people with familes look forward to getting together with relatives and families, but for some they have none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-3935184195042846578?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/3935184195042846578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=3935184195042846578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3935184195042846578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/3935184195042846578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-tissues.html' title='free tissues'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-1547683507896239240</id><published>2009-02-25T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:19:35.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another colleague leaving</title><content type='html'>My colleage who came in the same day as me has resigned. Since I started work in this company, she is already the 4th person to leave my department. It's an upsetting piece of news, I feel like I am being left alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-1547683507896239240?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/1547683507896239240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=1547683507896239240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1547683507896239240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/1547683507896239240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-colleague-leaving.html' title='another colleague leaving'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5319736157339937889.post-6252812044422832088</id><published>2009-02-23T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:38:09.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we can predict the weather</title><content type='html'>When I wanted to go for cycling at West Coast Park, I should have checked the &lt;a href="http://app.nea.gov.sg/cms/htdocs/mss3.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weather forecast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why didn't I think of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5319736157339937889-6252812044422832088?l=callisto81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/feeds/6252812044422832088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5319736157339937889&amp;postID=6252812044422832088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6252812044422832088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5319736157339937889/posts/default/6252812044422832088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://callisto81.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-can-predict-weather.html' title='we can predict the weather'/><author><name>Jasmine Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09898770935351210211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
