<?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-5418761005075874229</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:20:36.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTorIes tO sHare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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job.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've changed my job.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still not happy. &lt;br /&gt;I realized, I'm more concerned about morality than the money it offers.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;But much more internal tussle.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to what's right and what's wrong, sometimes I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its crystal clear to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm bounded by circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;She tells me to close one eye and do what I am told.&lt;br /&gt;Take the money and shush.&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to do what makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;He'll take care of the rest. &lt;br /&gt;But he can't take care of my pride and desire to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a continuous battle with oneself to be better.&lt;br /&gt;Its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;At least while I'm here, I have a clearer picture of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Its time for goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://seeshootponderwrite.wordpress.com/&lt;div 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title='Moved'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-2345735030788188121</id><published>2010-05-06T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:48:09.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an intern asked me about the purpose of the publication.. he's not the 1st to ask and he will not be the last. its a good question. i'm already wondering why i am where i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-2345735030788188121?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8676102059163477658</id><published>2010-05-05T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:32:22.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>在寻找幸福的那长长的路上，&lt;br /&gt;我走着走着，迷失了方向。&lt;br /&gt;突然发现其实不必那华丽的金装，美丽的衣裳，&lt;br /&gt;更不需要昂贵的饰品，过分虚假的化装。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是在那寻找幸福的那长长的路上，&lt;br /&gt;我走着走着，迷失了方向。&lt;br /&gt;所以才让那华丽的金装，美丽的衣裳，&lt;br /&gt;昂贵的饰品，过分虚假的化装，成为我畏惧的伪装。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8676102059163477658?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8676102059163477658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4890114893867842602</id><published>2010-04-30T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:33:59.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.dad-isms.com/post/519511550/i-have-told-you-my-reasons-for-not-moving-in-with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you my reasons for not moving in with someone before marriage and I know I probably sound old-fashioned and unrealistic.  I am telling you these things because I love you and don’t want to see you get hurt.  I know what you are thinking…its o.k…I would have thought the same thing at your age.  Let me tell you the gut level truth about males (that has nothing to do with Dad or God, this is about you):  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he isn’t talking about marrying you in the first three months, he really doesn’t want to.  That’s not to say he won’t marry you later, out of obligation or because he can’t find anything better, (he still may) but I will tell you it’s not because his life would be incomplete without you, his soul mate, in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy lives with you without talk of the future (early), in his mind, the arrangement is one of convenience, shared finances, and commitment-less sex more than it is about making a trial run at marriage.  He can tell you he loves you and he may ‘feel’ it on some level, but when you are with your soul mate, believe me, you will feel like the priority you should be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Dad..”.  “No, don’t but Dad me”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask him a simple question:  “When do you see us getting married and having children?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk of marriage and children should excite your future husband, not make him clam up and get angry .  If he were with his ‘dream girl’ do you think he would dawdle around waiting for ‘everything to be just right’ or would he take the bull by the horns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no more, ”but Dad’s to say”…this is the truth sweetheart.  Because 85% of people getting married (and later divorced or in roommate marriages) know this in their heart and go against it doesn’t make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitation means you aren’t the one.  Getting visibly upset about the topic of marriage means you aren’t the one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he truly loved you, being with you everyday in a marriage would be greatest thing to happen in his life.  Why would anyone want to delay any moment of time when they know they have found ‘the one’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painful truth is your answer and the sooner you realize that the faster you can move on to someone who’s heart melts when you walk in the room (and believe me, you will know it) instead of a shared sexual and financial agreement that really is a month to month lease on a car they will probably never buy, but want to drive until a newer model comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t settle for less than the best and lower your standards when it comes to marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4890114893867842602?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4890114893867842602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4890114893867842602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4890114893867842602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4890114893867842602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5916887596557082901</id><published>2010-04-26T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:58:56.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S9VHsGNEqqI/AAAAAAAABTU/Hsa24JUQb6c/s1600/tumblr_l17jdcsuLW1qbxqeso1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S9VHsGNEqqI/AAAAAAAABTU/Hsa24JUQb6c/s320/tumblr_l17jdcsuLW1qbxqeso1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464352545789225634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5916887596557082901?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5916887596557082901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5916887596557082901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5916887596557082901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5916887596557082901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S9VHsGNEqqI/AAAAAAAABTU/Hsa24JUQb6c/s72-c/tumblr_l17jdcsuLW1qbxqeso1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4247249329319817161</id><published>2010-04-19T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:01:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8vG7se4rxI/AAAAAAAABTM/paw691wkHtw/s1600/Tods-Shade-Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8vG7se4rxI/AAAAAAAABTM/paw691wkHtw/s320/Tods-Shade-Bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461677701972143890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld i get this in white or orange? white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange white or orange???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait.. in the 1st place, should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this?should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this? should I get this?  should I get this? should I get this? should I get this?should I get this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4247249329319817161?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4247249329319817161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4247249329319817161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4247249329319817161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4247249329319817161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/shld-i-get-this-in-white-or-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8vG7se4rxI/AAAAAAAABTM/paw691wkHtw/s72-c/Tods-Shade-Bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3317674007606596396</id><published>2010-04-19T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:56:04.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8vGPiyziGI/AAAAAAAABTE/AlCvPv25vqI/s1600/Hug_by_Ryosaeba24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8vGPiyziGI/AAAAAAAABTE/AlCvPv25vqI/s320/Hug_by_Ryosaeba24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461676943457093730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm your jetty. You can dock here." -Knight J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3317674007606596396?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3317674007606596396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3317674007606596396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3317674007606596396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3317674007606596396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-your-jetty.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8vGPiyziGI/AAAAAAAABTE/AlCvPv25vqI/s72-c/Hug_by_Ryosaeba24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8015176865924916186</id><published>2010-04-16T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T17:45:37.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8gxPt03X-I/AAAAAAAABS8/O_hozsWoZ8M/s1600/Walk_Together__Rock_Together_by_Goodfoot42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8gxPt03X-I/AAAAAAAABS8/O_hozsWoZ8M/s320/Walk_Together__Rock_Together_by_Goodfoot42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460668694255853538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许是因为長得很像你的原故，我对她特別好，教她时特別有耐心。&lt;br /&gt;朋友，我好想你。&lt;br /&gt;你过得好吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8015176865924916186?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8015176865924916186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8015176865924916186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8015176865924916186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8015176865924916186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S8gxPt03X-I/AAAAAAAABS8/O_hozsWoZ8M/s72-c/Walk_Together__Rock_Together_by_Goodfoot42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-2108152821611986735</id><published>2010-04-13T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:32:48.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I've been contemplating leaving my job &amp; the finance industry for good and doing something I really like. This would probably mean I have to give up a comfy lifestyle, good food and expensive bags. Which is almost everything I use to motivate myself in work. Much as I love finance, working in the finance sector is a totally different story. By and by I realise that I'm not living life the way I want to and the way I feel I should. If I should die tomorrow, I would not want to be sitting here doing what I am doing for money. That I believe, is an indicator that I'm not living life the right way. I need to leave and I need to leave soon. But even if not for a comfy lifestyle, good food and expensive bags, I would want to chalk up CPF to pay for future HDB.. See? Life sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few options. Out of which, only one can give me about the same amount of moolah on a STABLE, monthly basis WITH CPF. And even if I'm willing to take on less pay to do something that I like, it does not mean I will be successful. And by that time if I were to find a normal office job, I would be lagging behind in experience by SO much.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough choice.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-2108152821611986735?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2108152821611986735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=2108152821611986735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2108152821611986735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2108152821611986735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/04/lately-ive-been-contemplating-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8451936704939490197</id><published>2010-03-31T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:31:53.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe it was wrong to begin with or maybe we simply let the sparks die.. i worked hard at keeping the relationship alive. did u? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a time when all my unhappiness seemed to be a big deal to you.. but not anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8451936704939490197?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8451936704939490197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8451936704939490197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8451936704939490197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8451936704939490197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-it-was-wrong-to-begin-with-or.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5805164952268193468</id><published>2010-03-25T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:25:11.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ql8zSQ71NW0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/ql8zSQ71NW0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to lose you&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to use you&lt;br /&gt;just to have somebody by my side.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to hate you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take you&lt;br /&gt;but I don't want to be the one to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that don't really matter, to anyone, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But like a fool I keep losing my place&lt;br /&gt;and I keep seeing you walk through that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I could never change you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baby, you don't have to take the fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe I just want to have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes a sound like thunder&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel like the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And like a fool who will never see the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking something's gonna change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way home&lt;br /&gt;when it's late at night and you're all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are there things that you wanted to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you feel me beside you in your bed,&lt;br /&gt;there beside you, where I used to lay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why people don't stay who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a colleague, one year my junior. she's nice to chat to and over lunch &amp; during tea breaks we talk abt life.. she's probably had a very different life from me. While most of us work for money or for a sense of achievement or for a better life, she works to pass time. Her parents supplement her income by.. a lot i guess.. she drives a car that easily buys 3 of Kel's and probably has some change left over.. She has never worked for a cent in her life. And talking about income, she earns (we were both shocked) quite a bit less than me although we're similarly qualified and does almost the same stuff.. Most imptly, I already feel that I'm underpaid. But that's not the point. Point being, she made me envy her for the 1st time today after knowing her for about 2 months or so.. No, its not the bags or the car nor her "nice" neighborhood. Neither did I envy her for her supplemented income. I envied her for a sentance she said.. We were talking about life, about work and about marriage. I mentioned that i don't intend to marry early especially since I do not want children. But she, being the total opposite of me, wanted to marry early and have like 5 children! She asked me why didn't I want to marry early. Even if I don't want children I can still marry early. But to me thats pointless. She said "Why?! I think its so sweet to marry early! I know I will feel very blissful in a marriage! If my bf pop the question, I wldn mind marrying nxt yr!" As far as I know, she finds her current bf not ready for marriage. Emotionally. He is of course from a similar family background. She amazes me cos a moment ago she was being very logical about why we should marry rich and defended her position as practical not materialistic. Having said what she said, she could continue w saying something so idealistic. But this is where I envy her. Her exact words were "wo jue de wo hui hen xing fu!" and she said it with such sweetness in her voice I could swear I saw bees hovering around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, marriage takes a hell lot of courage and a leap of faith. Its not only a gamble but a senseless thing to do. Seeing her so naively believe she'll be happy, I can't help but envy her. She affirmed my guess that her parents had a very happy marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who keep seeing the negative sides of a marriage among my peers? Why is everyone looking so happy to get married? It IS a good thing of course (it seems to make a lot of ppl happy). But how about the daily nitty gritty stuff? The unavoidable conflicts due to different lifestyles and beliefs? The friction that arise out of staying together and being together almost 24/7? Wouldn't these wear out the strongest "love"? There isn't any insurance for love nor trust. Most importantly, people change. Who is to say that your Mr Right today would still be Mr Right in 10 yrs time? With these questions unanswered why are there so many people jumping into marriage? I'm not anti marriage. I just don't understand it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dunno how to explain the fear in me. With kel so dense, all the more i knw he can't understand. Haha.. If insecurity is an illness, I have no idea what can treat it. Promises only serve to make it worse.. Money can't buy security for me.. I can't think of anything else that might work.. It just eats into my system and I can't get it out. It makes me scared. Scared of contracts scared of anything that leaves me w little or no choice. Scared of things that closes off the path where i came from.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HX3_iZernS0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/HX3_iZernS0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"所謂山盟海誓　只是年少無知".. how true.. only youths would believe in forever &amp; promises..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5805164952268193468?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5805164952268193468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5805164952268193468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5805164952268193468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5805164952268193468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-i-dont-want-to-lose-you-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1072853105040720559</id><published>2010-02-28T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:06:21.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently the weather is horrifying.. Its so hot it burns my hair.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to organize my photos for weeks.. The sheer amount of photos puts me off but I'm glad I have THAT many photos. This means 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've not wasted my purchase of NV9. Based on current number of photos taken, each photo cost an average of less than 1 cent!! yippie!! (I can't help but count =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've fulfilled that promise to myself to make sure I capture my life w kel as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got a terrible memory. But I want to remember my time w Kel. Read this story where this guy asked a female photographer why she loves taking pictures so much. She said "To plead the fleeting moment to stay."  How apt. Perhaps those who like to take photos are all afraid that they would forget. Forget a certain look on a person's face, forget an occasion, or simply do not want to let go of the past. Or some of us see what others cannot see therefore there is a need to capture it the way they see them. Whatever it is, every photo has a story to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1072853105040720559?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1072853105040720559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1072853105040720559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1072853105040720559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1072853105040720559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/recently-weather-is-horrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-6409157808057350520</id><published>2010-02-19T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:59:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>看到戏里的他，看见那时的你。 实在是人生如戏，戏如人生。。 戏里戏外的两个人都同样下贱，同样的让人觉得恶心，同样的势利眼。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我应该觉得庆幸。 如果没遇过你，我也许不会明白我真正要的是什么。 如果没遇过你，我也许不会选择了现在的他，更不会过得这么幸福，这么快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，我们俩都应该感谢你。感谢你把良心出卖了，感谢你把感情作为赌注和命运交换。否则我和他不会相遇，更不会相识，相惜，相守。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命运是很奇妙的东西，我相信人定胜天，但不需要像你这样出卖感情与良心也能改变命运。本来很好奇你到底在想什么，作出决定的时候，是什么心情。现在明白了。你问我，“人为何不能享旗人之福？如果说不管如何，我始终会回到你身边都不行吗？” 要我在回答一次，我的答案还是一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年对自己的誓约到今天还没变: 人定胜天。 我不必出卖良心与感情，也会比你过得更好。 我发誓。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-6409157808057350520?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6409157808057350520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=6409157808057350520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6409157808057350520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6409157808057350520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1968360458705742410</id><published>2010-02-12T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:21:01.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is so interesting sometimes.. we took a photo of the same rainbow. Same time, same day, same place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeks later, i realised.. u hadn't and you'll probably never..&lt;br /&gt;then again, might might have already. And i'm the slow one here..&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1968360458705742410?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1968360458705742410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1968360458705742410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1968360458705742410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1968360458705742410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-so-interesting-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8105069883054068395</id><published>2010-02-12T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:11:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有些人，就是爱打压你。看你开心，他会不爽.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why some people can be so inflexible. Have no idea why some people just like to be mean. They're upset if they see you smiling. Seeing u happier than them makes them angry. They do mean things to make u sad. To make you be like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're upset if u take the effort to dress decently for work. If they are sloppy, they expect you to fit in. If they're lazy they expect you to be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why should I? Why should I compromise on standards I set for myself? Why should I be unhappy and stoop to their level? MOST IMPORTANTLY, why shld I dress like them (shorts &amp; slippers &amp; even PJ sometimes) to a proper office? I'm not working at a market. I'm working in front of a proper work desk and a PC w Windows 7 OS. I'm not working at a factory. Besides, this is Singapore. Not M'sia or China or wherever they come from. Why should I be lazy and go without even the most basic make up like them? If with only foundation and lip balm (not even lip gloss or lipstick!) I already look so out of place, I don't think thats my problem. Why should I let myself go fat old ugly and unaccomplished like they are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its is again, time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近朱者赤，近墨者黑. I shan't wait till I'm like them. I'll leave and they'll not get their stupid culture on me. Not one bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to be beaten. So SHOO. (What i really want to say is 'F*CK OFF!!')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8105069883054068395?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8105069883054068395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8105069883054068395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8105069883054068395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8105069883054068395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7305632802115336472</id><published>2010-02-11T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:37:49.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>怎么好像去到哪里都一直想逃跑?&lt;br /&gt;Feel like switching lines altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is stuck in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你很爱她 - FIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你确定你要离开我&lt;br /&gt;我没有说什麽 就当做了自由&lt;br /&gt;有好几次我都想挽留&lt;br /&gt;哭求也没有用 就当做是寂寞&lt;br /&gt;因爲我能明白 她的温柔&lt;br /&gt;对你是种解脱&lt;br /&gt;就坦白告诉我 谁是你的最爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你很爱她 对我的惩罚&lt;br /&gt;说你没有想她 是可怜我吧&lt;br /&gt;我已没有藉口 只能放手&lt;br /&gt;不敢奢求 你说爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你很爱她 她很温柔吗&lt;br /&gt;其实你很想她 就说出口吧&lt;br /&gt;我已不想多说 摀住耳朵&lt;br /&gt;不想再次听到你说&lt;br /&gt;你很爱她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有好几次我都想挽留&lt;br /&gt;哭求也没有用 就当做是寂寞&lt;br /&gt;因爲我能明白 她的温柔 对你是种解脱&lt;br /&gt;就坦白告诉我&lt;br /&gt;谁是你的最爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你很爱她 对我的惩罚&lt;br /&gt;说你没有想她 是可怜我吧&lt;br /&gt;我已没有藉口 只能放手&lt;br /&gt;不敢奢求 你说爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你很爱她 她很温柔吗&lt;br /&gt;其实你很想她 就说出口吧&lt;br /&gt;我已不想多说 摀住耳朵&lt;br /&gt;不想再次听到你说 你很爱她&lt;br /&gt;你很爱她~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7305632802115336472?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7305632802115336472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7305632802115336472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7305632802115336472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7305632802115336472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/feel-like-switching-lines-altogether.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-784411067969490133</id><published>2010-02-10T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:17:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things i want to get done.. and i WILL get them done by this week.. found the perfect place to bring mum for her bdae meal nxt month. am getting her a v day gift from that place too! and upon request, i get one too! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have passed by this place a couple of times before. but their advert caught my eye so i went to search for their website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hediard.com.sg/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S3JdN5GxJsI/AAAAAAAABS0/ajsG3Hf_Ce4/s1600-h/Hediard_rose_cristallisee_gjanduja_estore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S3JdN5GxJsI/AAAAAAAABS0/ajsG3Hf_Ce4/s320/Hediard_rose_cristallisee_gjanduja_estore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436510193438500546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S3JdNkKOdtI/AAAAAAAABSs/yOc1sSIIriQ/s1600-h/Hediard_rose_cristallisee_estore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S3JdNkKOdtI/AAAAAAAABSs/yOc1sSIIriQ/s320/Hediard_rose_cristallisee_estore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436510187815859922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S3JdNYwRwgI/AAAAAAAABSk/ygF2yZ1vXbE/s1600-h/Hediard_la_vie_en_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S3JdNYwRwgI/AAAAAAAABSk/ygF2yZ1vXbE/s320/Hediard_la_vie_en_rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436510184754233858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "Valentine crystallized natural rose on a gianduja cube coated with dark chocolate (46 gr) presented in a Hediard clear gift box" is for mummy.. doesn it just look so lovely?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-784411067969490133?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/784411067969490133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=784411067969490133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/784411067969490133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/784411067969490133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-things-i-want-to-get-done.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S3JdN5GxJsI/AAAAAAAABS0/ajsG3Hf_Ce4/s72-c/Hediard_rose_cristallisee_gjanduja_estore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8380087732871437939</id><published>2010-02-03T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:14:50.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有种冲动，想去流浪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一望无际的草原上，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有你，有我，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和我那忧伤的吉他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们漫步着，走向大海。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踩过了翠绿的草原。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;踩过粉白的沙滩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沙子悄悄地，溜进我们的指缝中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们聊着一切有的没的。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走累了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我便弹一首伤感的情歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你唱着，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我弹着，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听着。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8380087732871437939?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8380087732871437939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8380087732871437939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8380087732871437939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8380087732871437939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3854196944821118076</id><published>2010-01-17T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:00:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12.54am:&lt;br /&gt;kel "grandma no more le"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S1KZUmTR-CI/AAAAAAAABSc/KY97cFULhgc/s1600-h/To_Be_Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S1KZUmTR-CI/AAAAAAAABSc/KY97cFULhgc/s320/To_Be_Lonely.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427569080092719138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye grandma..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3854196944821118076?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3854196944821118076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3854196944821118076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3854196944821118076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3854196944821118076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/01/12.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S1KZUmTR-CI/AAAAAAAABSc/KY97cFULhgc/s72-c/To_Be_Lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7512557644078535933</id><published>2010-01-16T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:43:21.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is so fragile.. lately, kel's extended family has been really down in luck.. first, his uncle was involved n an accident arnd christmas. Then, this cousin was hospitalised after being knocked by a bicycle while jogging. Then, another uncle of his passed away.. now, this grandma is in critical condition in the hospital.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were notified only yesterday.. while shopping at parkway, he received a call from this mom, saying that grandma might pass away soon. we dropped everything and headed towards the hospital.. it was a tough decision  on whether i should be there.. i wanted to be there for kel as i knew he was close to his grandma... most imptly, grandma has asked kel to bring me to meet her only recently.. everything has happened too suddenly.. somehow i felt that i wanted to meet her too... kel was concerned i'll feel out of place since all his maternal relatives would be present.. its not exactly a good time to meet his relatives.. he was also worried my mum wldn like it.. but i knew he wanted to bring me there.. eventually, we went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a heart wrenching sight.. the amount of tubes being stuck into her.. to help her breathe.. to lessen her pain.. it looked so painful.. when we reached, her kidney has already failed and the doctors were doing a "blood change" thing for her.. after they were done, kel and i went to see her in the ICU.. she seemed to be unconscious.. but i somehow felt she knew we were there.. we called out to her but there was no response.. kel told her he had brought his gf to see her.. i held her hand.. they were so cold.. so stiff.. it made me tear.. it was really heart wrenching.. it seemed that she wasn't really happy staying where she stayed.. but yet she showered so much care on those grandchildren she stayed with.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as kel and i left the hospital, we glanced at The Pinnacles.. Suddenly all these seem meaningless.. money, branded bags, good food, nice house, fast cars, pretty clothes.. meaningless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otw home, kel was obviously distraught.. from him, i learnt that his grandma was a cool grandma.. she watches ESPN and discusses players and matches with kel.. she watches wrestling matches even! and since thats one of kel's favourite, they have pretty much in common.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard from kel she had a heart attack in the hospital this afternoon.. originally, her chances of recovery was 30%.. after the attack, probably 0.01%.. she probably wouldn last the night. giving her max till tml morning.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so fragile.. one moment we're there, another moment we're gone.. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm a conscious being existing in what I know of as reality."&lt;br /&gt;perphaps one day we'll wake up and realize that what we know of as life so far is but a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its less than a month to Chinese New Year and also less than a month to grandma's birthday.. i really want her to pull through.. i really regret not meeting her sooner.. but even kel's mum said with tears rolling down, "might be better that she leaves.. she's in so much pain.. and she isn't even happy living where she is.." perphaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, the SICU and the labor wards are placed on the same floor, just a turn / corner away from each other.. at the labor ward's corridor, the ambiance is so different from that a turn away.. on one side, people arrive to welcoming arms.. on the other, people depart, letting go of their lives.. its a mini airport.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing how kel's siblings rally arnd their mum during tough times made me realise how important it is to have children. but when i think about how some of kel's uncles and aunts treat his grandma, i think to myself "who needs enemies when u have kids?" and i kill the thought of having children again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you knew you only have 24hrs more to live, would you be doing what you are doing right now? if not, its time to do something about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7512557644078535933?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7512557644078535933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7512557644078535933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7512557644078535933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7512557644078535933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-so-fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-516679550813740997</id><published>2010-01-12T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:34:01.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I last blogged. So much as happened since then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many pics for the BKK trip so I shan't post them up.. Christmas was spent at District 10 Bistro. Ambiance was pretty good. Somehow we were offered the sofa seats. There were only 2 tables with sofa seats. Each table can sit 4-6 pax so it was kind of wasted on us but it wasn't like they were packed to the brim so.. anw, dinner was alright.. its supposed to be a drinking/chill out place and food is just an after thought. So when they came out with the xmas menu we should have thought twice before ordering. Every course had an item we abhored (amazing).. But overall it was good. There was a tv right in front of us. With food, TV and good company; what's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both didn't have time to get each other's xmas prezzie so we went vivo together after work one day and decided to shop seperately. I wanted to get him a nice pen but he already knew about it so I  wanted to change my mind but didn't know what to get him.. The first shop I stepped into however, helped me decide. I stepped into city chain. I've gotten him a watch before already.. But the moment my eyes landed on this Nautica model, I KNEW it was THE ONE. It was a tad expensive but I knew he'll love it. Imagine his shock when he found the receipt by accident (wanted to redeem credits for free parking so had to submit receipt at booth. when counter girl saw the amount she raised an eyebrow 'whoa... xmas present ah?' that got kel suspicious of the actual amount spent -_-) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yN3wk7nwI/AAAAAAAABQ0/1uMmlYBVz44/s1600-h/SDC11731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yN3wk7nwI/AAAAAAAABQ0/1uMmlYBVz44/s320/SDC11731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425867640146730754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yN3dx70QI/AAAAAAAABQs/xJny4-So8xo/s1600-h/SDC11711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yN3dx70QI/AAAAAAAABQs/xJny4-So8xo/s320/SDC11711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425867635100995842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(me brandishing the penknife meant for opening prezzie ONLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPyE3XtkI/AAAAAAAABRU/F6UByWcepME/s1600-h/SDC11752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPyE3XtkI/AAAAAAAABRU/F6UByWcepME/s320/SDC11752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425869741536818754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPx8anWiI/AAAAAAAABRM/AE8VQTnha6E/s1600-h/SDC11747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPx8anWiI/AAAAAAAABRM/AE8VQTnha6E/s320/SDC11747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425869739268725282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPxGyhoxI/AAAAAAAABRE/8r9je3Z56u0/s1600-h/SDC11746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPxGyhoxI/AAAAAAAABRE/8r9je3Z56u0/s320/SDC11746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425869724873499410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPwvlbQGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/c3iy7yfYLHo/s1600-h/SDC11720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yPwvlbQGI/AAAAAAAABQ8/c3iy7yfYLHo/s320/SDC11720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425869718644539490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He on the other hand, gave me 2 things. A musical box and a digital photo frame with a mem card with pics of us. Yes, I like useful (but thoughtful) gifts. I guess kel isn't dense enough to give me wine glass, ironing board, steak knifes for special occasions so I dared to venture into saying I like useful but thoughtful gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing day dinner was spent at a place I've been wanting to check out for AGES.. Serenity Spanish Bar &amp; Restaurant @ Vivo. We picked an indoor table but the waiter heard us wrong (or at his own discretion) served us a table thats.. um.. technically indoor but with no air con; with sea view.. Anyway, we had their national dish of cos. It was FABULASO! Drinks wise, their spanish coffee with some liquor thingy sucks.. dun ever try it.. very alcoholic yes but didn go well with the coffee.. wrong choice of liquor perphaps.. they didn have nice beers either so drinks wise was quite a disappointment. But they have a great live band =) oh yes.. and super comfy seats.. *dreaming* i had lots of fun taking pics of the coffee thing though.. will post pics up on FB instead.. Blogger's too slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yRSUMV1SI/AAAAAAAABRs/qGmUg6SWa4U/s1600-h/SDC11830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yRSUMV1SI/AAAAAAAABRs/qGmUg6SWa4U/s320/SDC11830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871394918749474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yRSBf6V5I/AAAAAAAABRk/-mCy4GfWiwg/s1600-h/SDC11801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yRSBf6V5I/AAAAAAAABRk/-mCy4GfWiwg/s320/SDC11801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871389900560274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yRRq5QACI/AAAAAAAABRc/KXDrM7FHBI8/s1600-h/SDC11800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yRRq5QACI/AAAAAAAABRc/KXDrM7FHBI8/s320/SDC11800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425871383832821794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Eve was spent at Keppel Marina. We've decided to spend all our NYEs at Keppel Marina from now on since we had such a great time last year. This year was no exception. Last year was at TCC and nearing 12am we walked out to view fireworks from all 3 locations. This year, we decided to spend it at Prive. It was our 2nd time there. But our 1st time was for drinks only. Their NYE menu was pretty good. I didn take much pics of the food cos it was quite dark. And for another reason: I was a little shy cos even before I whipped out my camera, some people were staring at us for no apparant reason. It was just plain weird. Managed to take 2 pics of food. ONLY. *sad* =( however, i have to say their food is really good. We had beef cheek and lobster for mains. can't really remember the appetiser.. i only remembered its good. haha.. kel had their mushroom soup and it was good too.. later we changed to a more private seat with a much better view. Then, I whipped out my cam to take pics of drinks and the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWw4cPfI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ddeiy4Br8I0/s1600-h/SDC11921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWw4cPfI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ddeiy4Br8I0/s320/SDC11921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875869385899506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWjjsGOI/AAAAAAAABSE/AG3SgVCuBG8/s1600-h/SDC11863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWjjsGOI/AAAAAAAABSE/AG3SgVCuBG8/s320/SDC11863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875865809197282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWOWfwqI/AAAAAAAABR8/SSICVUPX1wQ/s1600-h/SDC11858.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWOWfwqI/AAAAAAAABR8/SSICVUPX1wQ/s320/SDC11858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875860116718242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVVnj9nEI/AAAAAAAABR0/fipQR0wYUYM/s1600-h/SDC11843.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVVnj9nEI/AAAAAAAABR0/fipQR0wYUYM/s320/SDC11843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875849704217666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWw4cPfI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ddeiy4Br8I0/s1600-h/SDC11921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWw4cPfI/AAAAAAAABSM/Ddeiy4Br8I0/s320/SDC11921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875869385899506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWjjsGOI/AAAAAAAABSE/AG3SgVCuBG8/s1600-h/SDC11863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWjjsGOI/AAAAAAAABSE/AG3SgVCuBG8/s320/SDC11863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875865809197282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWOWfwqI/AAAAAAAABR8/SSICVUPX1wQ/s1600-h/SDC11858.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVWOWfwqI/AAAAAAAABR8/SSICVUPX1wQ/s320/SDC11858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875860116718242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVVnj9nEI/AAAAAAAABR0/fipQR0wYUYM/s1600-h/SDC11843.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yVVnj9nEI/AAAAAAAABR0/fipQR0wYUYM/s320/SDC11843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425875849704217666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the most important thing i want to blog about is... my trip to YANGTZE! I'm sure it would interest Audrey so I have have have to blog about it! BUT its getting late and I really have to go slp so I wld blog about it another day. =) The christmas pics kel and i compiled for Audrey will appear in the nxt blog post too.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-516679550813740997?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/516679550813740997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=516679550813740997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/516679550813740997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/516679550813740997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-long-time-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/S0yN3wk7nwI/AAAAAAAABQ0/1uMmlYBVz44/s72-c/SDC11731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4351066828104477425</id><published>2009-12-22T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:07:15.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SzDtPE0-nHI/AAAAAAAABQk/RwTx2ajGkW4/s1600-h/4e3dbe105fe50ceee9381c5de59bd695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SzDtPE0-nHI/AAAAAAAABQk/RwTx2ajGkW4/s320/4e3dbe105fe50ceee9381c5de59bd695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418091194976476274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick of sales.. i went for an interview this aftn.. got the job an hour later.. was kind of worried cos without warning, i had to sit for a 1.5hr paper.. my opinions were needed, my memory was put to the test and i had to answer some accounts stuff which honestly i had forgotten.. there was another candidate doing the test with me.. after the test we had to wait while our papers were marked before the guy would want to see us for the interview.. i was so scared he'll only want to see the other girl and not me.. that wld be so embarrassing.. anyway soon after i left the building they called to say they want me.. pay is slightly less than i would expect but i guess it would be a good opportunity for me to learn.. it would be easier to jump to where i want to be in the future too.. in the meanwhile i guess i'll learn as much as i can and also look out for better opportunities.. i guess thats what all workers are doing.. keep looking out for better jobs to jump to.. give me a welcome pat on the back, people... i'm finally joining the nine to five rat race.. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perphaps i really think too little of my opinions.. i realised i was very apprehensive when i was asked my opinion on financial issues.. and even as i write them down i was so convinced i was wrong  wrong wrong.. i was so adamant that the marker would hate my opinions and think they're so layman-ish and nonsensical.. but perphaps they ain't so bad afterall.. i shld learn to trust my opinions more. there must be a reason why i came up with a particular point of view. why don't i trust my reasons and my judgement?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4351066828104477425?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4351066828104477425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4351066828104477425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4351066828104477425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4351066828104477425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-of-sales.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SzDtPE0-nHI/AAAAAAAABQk/RwTx2ajGkW4/s72-c/4e3dbe105fe50ceee9381c5de59bd695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7285885319038366750</id><published>2009-12-15T13:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:33:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Syctj3NaiUI/AAAAAAAABQc/ADngZ-H7GwI/s1600-h/SDC11605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Syctj3NaiUI/AAAAAAAABQc/ADngZ-H7GwI/s320/SDC11605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415347171075197250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! had super lots of fun.. was so tempted to extend the trip though.. didn't manage to visit the museum, the grand palace, their national theatre, chulalongkong university and even the erwan temple =( these places were all in the iternary but due to delays on the 1st day, everything was pushed back.. sad.. nevertheless, i had a great deal of fun and besides hokkaido, this is the only holiday i had which i was reluctant to go home.. i've decided to scout for jobs in BKK too =) its a place i wouldn't mind working and staying in.. i guess the only thing i don't like abt bkk is their air.. it was SUPER DUSTY!!! other than that, everything was great.. will blog about the trip some other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sycr-SZec3I/AAAAAAAABQM/jODoKIBEgG8/s1600-h/SDC11192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sycr-SZec3I/AAAAAAAABQM/jODoKIBEgG8/s320/SDC11192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415345426026886002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day b4 the trip was our 600th day.. kel planned a surprise for me but i spoilt it all by wearing a dress -_-" actually we could still go for it but it would be a little inconvenient for me thats all.. he wanted to go on the duck and hippo ride w me cos he knws i'm collecting christmas decorations / lightings photos for Audrey.. he tot a duck and hippo ride would bring me around town, allowing me to take as many pics as i can.. =) sweet.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SyctMPTWeNI/AAAAAAAABQU/ivuOpDb0vsY/s1600-h/SDC11127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SyctMPTWeNI/AAAAAAAABQU/ivuOpDb0vsY/s320/SDC11127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415346765225687250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we originally wanted to go to the whooper bar by BK @ ION after the ride.. due to the change of plans, we decided to go for an early dinner at Whooper Bar @ Clarke Quay instead. The place was fantastic!!! There are only 5 Whooper Bar in the world and 2 of them are in SG. I don't know how the ION one fared but this outlet in Clarke Quay really rocks! They sell beer cheap (I redefined cheap beer after bkk but this was pre bkk so $2 beer is cheap) but of cos they don't carry my fav ones.. anyway, their burger is the best i've had in fast food joints. The one i was was angus steak burger.. nothing to rave about.. good, but just good and not fantastic.. kel had the western whooper.. it was pretty large but it was SO GOOD! SO SO SO SO SO GOOD! their fries are better than those at regular BK outlets and with an ice cold beer, the meal was so complete.. the deco was cool too.. if they have a giant TV showing good soccer matches (no s.league please..)i think it would be heaven.. i wanted another of the western whooper but i remembered i'm getting fat so.. we gave a 2nd one a miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the super satisfying meal we headed to riciotti for desert.. the sister restaurant of menotti was where kel and i had our 1st date.. it has since closed down but riciotti serves a similar menu so we go there for our chocolate fix.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SycreTV3MrI/AAAAAAAABP8/JWC9hJuUSzg/s1600-h/SDC11190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SycreTV3MrI/AAAAAAAABP8/JWC9hJuUSzg/s320/SDC11190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415344876524352178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from the 2nd floor of Whooper Bar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sycrei0gUeI/AAAAAAAABQE/cYYPUldQo-k/s1600-h/SDC11191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sycrei0gUeI/AAAAAAAABQE/cYYPUldQo-k/s320/SDC11191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415344880679408098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men discovered fire for a reason"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7285885319038366750?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7285885319038366750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7285885319038366750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7285885319038366750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7285885319038366750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-had-super-lots-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Syctj3NaiUI/AAAAAAAABQc/ADngZ-H7GwI/s72-c/SDC11605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-564853506423187852</id><published>2009-12-10T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:03:23.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just won a baggie for kel's mummy on ebay.. also picked out her nail polish colour for her for a wedding dinner to go to.. 2 for 10.90 from revlon.. and she's happy with the colours.. =) i want to be a DIL that MILs have no complains about.. tough challenge.. but i will live up to it.. heh heh.. =D (i guess the 1st step shld be finding a MIL who's easy going lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to BKK tml.. kel says there's a surprise for me today in SG and one more in BKK tml.. =) me = quite happy girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-564853506423187852?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/564853506423187852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=564853506423187852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/564853506423187852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/564853506423187852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-won-baggie-for-kels-mummy-on-ebay.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-6045690260605993146</id><published>2009-12-05T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:00:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the midst of planning for slight renovations to my hse.. sofa, tv console, dinning table, fridge, paint, bed etc.. all are to be changed.. my mum and i have been to lots of places, seen lots of shops, discussed tons of stuff.. can't come to any conclusion.. today at the expo furniture fair, i found a bed frame that i can call my "the one".. its in a deep elbony colour, a bed frame w a uniquely designed shelf attached. With sliding table too.. Its PERFECT. except that its too big for my room even if i throw my table away.. its sad isn't it? i did my measurements.. unless i remove my built in wardrobe (which i badly want to), i wld have no space for it.. my built in wardrobe is almost 15 years old, custom made with my bed frame and table, with light grey carpet for my floor.. the carpet has long been removed and the table top changed, leaving the drawers and a new table top.. this set of furniture is pink and white.. very fitting for a girl.. but i'm not exactly a girl anymore.. mum refuses to remove the wardrobe.. its not exactly falling apart but of cos not new either.. perphaps its for memory sake that my mum wants to keep it.. but in this case, i have no space for my "the one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much like life isn't it? we have limited space in our hearts, limited time in our lives.. its important to get rid of emotional clutter.. if its time to let go, we should just do so.. but there are things that aren't so clear cut.. there's the bolster that you've drooled on while u slept, absorbed ur tears when you cry in the dead of the night, causing it to be mouldy.. do u throw it away? there's the old dictionary that accompanied u throughout school days.. do u throw it away? there's the bear that triggers your nose/throat irritation occasionally but u love it alot.. do u throw it away? there's the plant you've been nurturing for years, hoping it'll flower.. but it never did.. do u throw it away too? i hate myself for being an indecisive libra.. i need a dictatorial person in my life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a very big error recently.. it might cost me my dream job in my dream company.. i think it already did anyway.. was super upset.. in my quest for retail therapy, guess where i went? no not taka.. not vivo.. not tangs.. not isetan.. not warehouse, topshop or zara.. not schu, not mondo, not charles &amp; keith.. i'm kinda ashamed to say this but.. i went *whisper* NTUC!!! can u believe it?!! i couldn't!! i was practically in a daze.. i went to AMK hub cos i had a bag deal.. after that, i didn't want to go anywhere.. i felt like puking.. i decided i wanted to push a trolley.. where can i find a trolley? oh yes.. NTUC.. so i went.. while i was pushing it, i tot.. it might be good to grab stuff.. just grab.. i couldn't care less.. so i grabbed.. i even bought mid sized tomatoes, those still attached to the stem; cos i tot they'll look good in pictures.. -_-" i bought tons of food and some sparkling rose wine.. as i squatted along the aisle trying to decide on the kind of sauce i want for my tortellini, i even cried.. kel must have been so embarrassed.. but when i got home, i saw a letter chloe left me.. it was so touching and sweet.. i kinda cheered up a little.. of cos munching on foccacia with seafood spread and downing sparkling wine did help lots (cos it reminds me of audrey and liling.. we used to go for 'picnics').. but its not gonna remedy that bloody error... argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SxpzxdGkKSI/AAAAAAAABP0/8z6icsqWSic/s1600-h/P020809_12.00%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SxpzxdGkKSI/AAAAAAAABP0/8z6icsqWSic/s320/P020809_12.00%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411765195702020386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just buried myself in sand (read: shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple that i knw who've been married for almost 30 years revealed that they've dated for 10 years before getting married.. their strained relationship leaves me pondering about a lot of things..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-6045690260605993146?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6045690260605993146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=6045690260605993146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6045690260605993146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6045690260605993146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-midst-of-planning-for-slight.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SxpzxdGkKSI/AAAAAAAABP0/8z6icsqWSic/s72-c/P020809_12.00%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8856975359958199478</id><published>2009-11-29T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:48:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SxSs0FNQp2I/AAAAAAAABPs/zbUA_v_Ytgo/s1600/SDC10975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SxSs0FNQp2I/AAAAAAAABPs/zbUA_v_Ytgo/s320/SDC10975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410139063129778018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest addition to my bag rental/sale business is the LV Speedy 30 Azur. I've never liked the Speedy.. no matter its size.. its the lack of shape that irks me.. But since there is a demand for them, i shall join in the supply of them.. why say no to money right? So I bought this little fellow (not v little actually.. its not the smallest of its range) home.. When I got the little fellow home, it was a pretty sorry sight.. Speedy already has a tendency to sag and become shapeless and ugly.. Its previous owner probably hasn't been using it for a while.. It was clean, yes.. but not at its best.. its handles were dirty.. but its insides were clean.. very clean.. I used leather cleaner to scrub it w all my might.. for a couple of hours, i worked on the leather, then making a base for it.. overnight, i gave it shape by stuffing newspapers into it, pushing the trimmings and joints of the bag out repeatedly.. finally, it looked the best that a 2 year old Speedy could look.. when i woke up this morning, i saw it standing proud with a pretty nice shape to it.. u knw what? i felt that it was smiling at me.. i felt that i had given it life.. weird huh? I brought it out the other day, testing its practicality. It amazed me. It retained it shape throughout the day and was comfortable to hold &amp; carry around. Why is it then, that a lot of the speedy/s I see on the streets are so shapeless? So saggy and haggard looking? I can actually remember the number of times I see a speedy with shape.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel warns me against developing feelings for this baggy.. I confidently told him I will never want to own a Speedy permanently.. Its way too common (esp the monogram in size 25) way too easy to fake (esp the damier) and way too shapeless.. But I'd better not speak too soon.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going BKK w kel, matilda &amp; her bf on e 11th Dec =) Coincidentally (as kel has kindly reminded me) it coincides with our 601 day together.. Anyone wants anything from BKK? let me know &amp; i'll try to port it back for u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8856975359958199478?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8856975359958199478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8856975359958199478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8856975359958199478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8856975359958199478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/latest-addition-to-my-bag-rentalsale.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SxSs0FNQp2I/AAAAAAAABPs/zbUA_v_Ytgo/s72-c/SDC10975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3884754345208597656</id><published>2009-11-18T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:39:25.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally sold my precious last night.. =( and i couldn't sleep.. kel kept asking me not to sell it.. but i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SwN5_ECjC3I/AAAAAAAABPk/vwv1WCplwSY/s1600/chanel+vintage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SwN5_ECjC3I/AAAAAAAABPk/vwv1WCplwSY/s320/chanel+vintage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405298102097873778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never realized that 68% of profit could result in so much emotional turmoil.. never will i put so much emotions into investments again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye baby, i'll miss u... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3884754345208597656?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3884754345208597656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3884754345208597656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3884754345208597656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3884754345208597656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-finally-sold-my-precious-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SwN5_ECjC3I/AAAAAAAABPk/vwv1WCplwSY/s72-c/chanel+vintage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8687931808834736130</id><published>2009-11-16T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:11:20.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly everything's happening too fast.. Either I've not been catching up w my frens for too long or this world's getting to complicated for me.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a bit of both... &lt;br /&gt;Nov-Dec is really the season for breaking up.. no idea why.. but it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't go on FB too often.. they give me more shocks/surprises than i can take.. I see my sec sch frens getting married, frens having kids.. I see some frens who were ABOUT to get married suddenly changing partners.. I also heard about frens who were on the verge of getting married when their partner died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much.. too much.. maybe to me i keep thinking i'm still young.. all these getting married and having kids stuff are ADULT responsibilities.. and i forgot i've legally been an adult for a few years already.. and when i see ppl my age taking up such responsibilities i feel overwhelmed.. like.. wow.. i can't do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember telling kel once (we were discussing about relationships and why some ppl snatch other's bf/gfs and blah blah blah) that he doesn't knw its a 'battlefield' out there.. all's fair in love and war.. And I guess I've forgotten its a battlefield out there myself.. This relationship has given me much needed security and I've forgotten about not taking things for granted.. I've forgotten to treasure and cherish what I have.. being contented is different from cherishing.. Today i'm reminded once again that happiness can come and go as it pleases.. Today i'm reminded to treasure what I have.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SwDeJ7MUB9I/AAAAAAAABPc/83zM9LZo2zs/s1600/SDC10712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SwDeJ7MUB9I/AAAAAAAABPc/83zM9LZo2zs/s320/SDC10712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404563814934120402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muacKz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if one day you leave me i'll remember we once had such beautiful memories.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8687931808834736130?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8687931808834736130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8687931808834736130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8687931808834736130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8687931808834736130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/suddenly-everythings-happening-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SwDeJ7MUB9I/AAAAAAAABPc/83zM9LZo2zs/s72-c/SDC10712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5383670510436753</id><published>2009-11-15T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:34:03.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sv7ou-nJFnI/AAAAAAAABPM/HhjA77_mWok/s1600-h/SDC10853-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sv7ou-nJFnI/AAAAAAAABPM/HhjA77_mWok/s320/SDC10853-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012496669972082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am hungry at 1.26am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things just saps my energy..&lt;br /&gt;i like where things are at.&lt;br /&gt;maybe there isn't a need to take things further.&lt;br /&gt;no idea why i'm so insistent and determined about certain life choices, but i JUST AM.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;at least one of us is determined.&lt;br /&gt;that gives us some direction.&lt;br /&gt;my choice may not be "right".&lt;br /&gt;we might regret.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;am not scared of change.&lt;br /&gt;are you?&lt;br /&gt;its my choice.&lt;br /&gt;what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sv7ovEeN-4I/AAAAAAAABPU/jlXiBPqT0P8/s1600-h/SDC10797-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sv7ovEeN-4I/AAAAAAAABPU/jlXiBPqT0P8/s320/SDC10797-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404012498243156866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Am hungry at 1.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5383670510436753?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5383670510436753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5383670510436753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5383670510436753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5383670510436753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/am-hungry-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sv7ou-nJFnI/AAAAAAAABPM/HhjA77_mWok/s72-c/SDC10853-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-357403198842492181</id><published>2009-11-11T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:20:55.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Women are emotional creatures. Especially true for me I guess.. Some time back, I had a function to attend so thought of renting a chanel 2.55 for the evening. Did some research and found it pretty not worth renting. I'm much better off buying. So I did. The original plan was to buy and then rent it out to decrease my sunk cost. Its definitely stupid to buy a new bag to rent it out so the plan was to buy a used bag. Chanced upon a really good buy and a really nice older version of the classic bag. I find it nicer than the common 2.55 and its pretty worth the price, a little low than market rate. So I bought it. After the function, I posted it online to rent it out. Unexpectedly, it received very good response! The original worry was, what if no one would rent it or buy it from me? Is there resale value? I did my research. I felt it was worth a buy not only as an asset in itself but there IS a resale value especially at the price I got it at. My profits (I estimated) would not be high but by renting one in the first place, there would be only losses and profits to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of handing over the bag to the girl renting it, I was filled with uncertainty. Despite having a pretty sound contract to back me up financially should anything happen to my darling, I was still worried. I realized it had gone beyond the monetary value I had originally placed on the bag. Its more than an investment for me. Its more than business. I ACTUALLY FEEL FOR THE BAG! I talked to it! I told it, "You'll come back to me in a week ok? I'm sorry you have to go earn money for me but I'm sure you'll be fine. I'll see you in a wk's time ok?" *Hugz* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin looked at me and said, "Lets cancel the rental. I know you can't bear to part with it already." But why say no to money? I thought. Afterall, its only a week! I wouldn't be using it anyway. Besides, I would like to recoup some capital. So I handed it over the the lady, gushing over it, with a CIGARETTE in her hand (unlit)!! Alarmed, Kelvin warned her about leaving cigarette smells in it. As I left the meeting place, I couldn't help but worry about her burning my beloved accidentally with cigarette marks.. Yes I know she would have to compensate me in that case and it might actually be better that she did it! But wouldn't my bag hurt? Oh, i forgot.. Its a non living thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should have been home with me right now, but its not. The lady liked the bag so much that she extended it week after week. In fact she told me she is considering buying it. I calculated... IF she did purchase it from me, I would earn a 67.5238% profit. Not only would I recoup my capital but also a 67.5238% profit!! But of cos, I can choose to say no to her offer and continue to rent it out. With the Christmas season coming and soon, CNY and V.day, perphaps there'll be an even HIGHER demand? But what if no one wants to purchase it and demand for rental dies down? I'll have only recouped part of my capital... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kel determinedly says no to selling it. He said he can't forget the look on my face when I first bought it and when I had to rent it out. My facial expressions seem to torture him mentally.. Haha.. Its a tough decision.. Its not as if I'll be using it very frequently, although its size is really handy but to work? its too small (and I have a new bag for this.. Dua coach can retire for a while) perphaps for wkends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it already.. How? =( in fact I feel guilty for leaving it with someone else for so long.. what if she puts it on a dirty floor? what if she gets drunk and vomit over it?! what if.. what if she drops it on a rough floor, scratching its delicate skin? *OUCH!* what if.. she gets angry at her bf and swings it to hit him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be mentally ill.. help me... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-357403198842492181?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/357403198842492181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=357403198842492181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/357403198842492181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/357403198842492181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/women-are-emotional-creatures.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4385908778859317409</id><published>2009-11-06T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:18:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SvPn-OyZArI/AAAAAAAABO8/y8f1sYRA0G0/s1600-h/Withered_by_erene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SvPn-OyZArI/AAAAAAAABO8/y8f1sYRA0G0/s320/Withered_by_erene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400915434454713010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her tears, like lethal venom, killed whatever they touched..&lt;br /&gt;she had enough of such cruelty..&lt;br /&gt;she decided to cry herself to death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oUch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SvPpqoXz8aI/AAAAAAAABPE/wGMLE_NObWs/s1600-h/death_by_mr_twingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SvPpqoXz8aI/AAAAAAAABPE/wGMLE_NObWs/s320/death_by_mr_twingo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400917296748425634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4385908778859317409?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4385908778859317409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4385908778859317409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4385908778859317409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4385908778859317409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/her-tears-like-lethal-venom-killed.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SvPn-OyZArI/AAAAAAAABO8/y8f1sYRA0G0/s72-c/Withered_by_erene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7441563213549195202</id><published>2009-11-02T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:03:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6X1RfhV1I/AAAAAAAABOU/tFToMWVA8F8/s1600-h/SDC10652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6X1RfhV1I/AAAAAAAABOU/tFToMWVA8F8/s320/SDC10652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399419944748275538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6X075fG0I/AAAAAAAABOM/e4XCCkgg9M8/s1600-h/SDC10654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6X075fG0I/AAAAAAAABOM/e4XCCkgg9M8/s320/SDC10654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399419938951600962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a date to watch Casablanca @ Botanic Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6ZwM64mFI/AAAAAAAABOk/0k_Qt48XV2w/s1600-h/SDC10756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6ZwM64mFI/AAAAAAAABOk/0k_Qt48XV2w/s320/SDC10756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399422056644778066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6ZvoacY-I/AAAAAAAABOc/gmeMbM2LrIQ/s1600-h/SDC10683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6ZvoacY-I/AAAAAAAABOc/gmeMbM2LrIQ/s320/SDC10683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399422046845035490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6ad4yfNyI/AAAAAAAABOs/HjrdWfMLc4k/s1600-h/SDC10770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6ad4yfNyI/AAAAAAAABOs/HjrdWfMLc4k/s320/SDC10770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399422841514833698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6bulW0jCI/AAAAAAAABO0/4SHhc_-oRq0/s1600-h/SDC10687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6bulW0jCI/AAAAAAAABO0/4SHhc_-oRq0/s320/SDC10687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399424227867921442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weddings make me either very sad or very happy.. 4th wedding I've attended with Kelvin. I LOVE YOUR FRIENDS, DEAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i've not been blogging abt happy stuff for a while.. why? i guess i'm very happy w life now.. I'm happy with the people I have around me and people who are with me "electronically" =p if not physically, I'm contented with my physical possessions. There are things to improve on of cos.. If I could, I'll want to take my Masters RIGHT NOW and of cos, career wise get to where I want to go to asap.. =) still, i guess if i have everything I want and want nothing more, life would be pretty boring right? So i either have to create more wants or God has to deprive me of something.. Thank goodness he didn't deprive me of what I love most. Mummy, Audrey, Kelvin and my bag bags (Its all Sally's fault that I'm turning from being a shoes woman to a bags woman. Haha.. I haven't bought a new pair of shoes since.. about.. 6 months ago!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7441563213549195202?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7441563213549195202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7441563213549195202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7441563213549195202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7441563213549195202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/date-to-watch-casablanca-botanic.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Su6X1RfhV1I/AAAAAAAABOU/tFToMWVA8F8/s72-c/SDC10652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3850672154408791841</id><published>2009-10-25T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:06:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to take graduation photos today. As usual, I didn't feel too comfortable when e whole family is together. Always felt awkward. Before we set off, my mum was fussing a little too much over our dressing, clearly being very excited and happy. The father then remarked that there was no need to be so excited. At this juncture, I was ready to release some stinging words that i've held back for way too long. I told him that its obvious he can't share the same excitement. Afterall, he had no idea how I graduated or from what course or school at all. He had no idea how I had to fret over every installment of tuition fees, no idea how I had to work and study. He had no idea how much it cost. He had no idea what when on in our lives. He had no interest and he didn't care. I felt that the photo would be a family portrait - with a stranger sitting there. I even felt that it would be like giving credit to someone who never put in any effort to make the event happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, mum mentioned the graduating photos that a friend's family took when her daughter graduated from polytechnic. The father asked about her children. My mum pointedly (or not) mentioned that her friend's husband gave his daughter half of his CPF monies which amounted to about 40k, allowing her to further her studies overseas. This man we're talking about is a man who not only overslept on his own wedding day, didn't bring enough money home to put bread on the table but also had a mistress in China. The same man had the audacity to openly bring his mistress home and brazenly call the mistress using the house phone in front of his wife. This is a man who cared enough to put aside money for his children's education when they were younger. He is a terrible husband. But a good father. On hearing what my mum said, my father just went "Mm." and kept silent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often tell myself, my future and my life depends on myself. I have to carve my own way. I have no one to blame but myself if I screw my life up. But at times, I can't help but feel that I've been dealt e shorter end of the stick when it comes to family. I screwed my JC life up (no thanks to a certain 'In' and a certain 'Yap') but I came out of it stronger and with people I knw who would be lifetime friends like my darling Audrey Teo. And I know I will do my utmost best not to screw my life up in any other way anymore. I had enough. My mum blames herself though.. she blames herself for not being able to be brave and eloquent enough to march down to school to scold a certain 'In' in the face. The people in my family who stood up for me were my uncles. One of them called 'In' to demand for my rights to an award, scaring her so much she pretended she didn't understand English. And both came down to plead with Mickey before. Any wonder why I respect them so much? I hate the father for letting my mum feel such guilt when its clearly not her fault. I hate him for not taking his position as the head of the house. Fatherly duties were all done by my uncles. Yes I owe him half my life and perphaps some money. But nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really had enough of useless men I encounter in my life. I heard stories and I saw many unfolding before my eyes; those of my friends or my mum's friends or extended families' friends etc... Not just those in the generation before us but our generation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men often remark that women don't know what they want. But I beg to differ. At least I do; and I believe many women do too. We know what we want. But can men make the cut? Why is it that they can ask so much of a woman yet ask so little out of themselves? If a woman is a flirt, we say she's a slut. If a man's a flirt, we say he's a womanizer or a playboy or he's just playing a fool. Why do men demand women to be smart, yet submissive? Don't they have enough guts to take on our wits and sharp tongue? Rather than blaming women nowadays for being too quick with their words, too sharp with their tongues, why don't they improve to be faster than us? Why do they deem that women should manage the house and do chores? Do they not have a part in staying in the same house? Or are their hands made of gold, too precious to touch a mop? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a smart man and I'll show you one with degrading morals. Give me a less smart man with good morals and you see my brain rusting away, degenerating with every second that pass me by. Give me someone who's just right (Haven't met one yet though) and I'll bet he has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin is perphaps the only man I've met that made me feel that marriage might not be that fearful a thing. But every time he's indecisive, inefficient or when I meet an asshole of a man my heart tells me marriage is a no-go area. Long term relationships perphaps might be a better option for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager Sean, seems to be an exception though. We sometimes discuss relationship stuff. Perphaps he sees a little of Kelvin in himself. His wife and him, kel and I. They've been married for several years and before that, it was a good almost 10 years of courtship. Till date, when his wife calls him to tell him the most random and mundane of things, he still listens intently and laughs with her and shares her feelings. He's still emotionally connected to her. Sean himself agreed that most men behave differently before and after marriage. I asked him whether that applied to him. He thought for a while and said in a very serious manner,"No. Not me." Through these months, as he sometimes asks me about Kel, he concluded that (in his words) "Mm.. zhe ge nan ren jia de guo" But I wouldn't forget that he's a salesman afterall. :) (Would you like to buy ice, Mr. Eskimo? =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long post.. But I guess through everything, I understand myself more. Why, out of all aspects of financial planning, I often emphasize the importance of endowment plans? I never thought of encouraging my clients to get health plans for their children. I didn't want them to be like me. We want to study more but we're limited by finances. I can still do so. But at the expense of my mum's savings? What if I die? My mom would lose a daughter AND her life savings! That's why I bought insurance for myself. But still, even with the guarantee that if I die, she would get back much more than what she loaned me, i still didn't feel good about taking her money. i know this sounds like propaganda. But for those of you who know me, you would know that is not the main agenda of this post. For those of you who love to misunderstand me, I don't give a F**K what you think anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3850672154408791841?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3850672154408791841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3850672154408791841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3850672154408791841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3850672154408791841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-to-take-graduation-photos-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3924841079109574722</id><published>2009-10-07T18:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:26:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a long long time since i laughed so much in a day / felt so relaxed and happy in a day. I have kel to thank for that.. and now I keep wanting to go back to wild wild wet. =p i keep wanting to relive that day.. totally didn't want the day to end.. the day's program was fantastic but the company was better.. without which, i wouldn't have as much fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days b4 my bday, kel sent an invitation to his stipulated program with the itenery attached.. breakfast at one of my favourite breakfast place followed by a day of fun at wild wild wet.. couldn't get enough of it.. (supposed to have manicure &amp; pedicure inserted after wild wild wet..) collection of cake at katong, dinner at bellini grande, opening of secret prezzie at mt faber.. *love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u guys really have to try the cake at 7th Manna.. located along katong.. kel wanted to order their famous brandied cherries but it wasn't available =( nevertheless their chocolate divine was divine indeed! B Restaurant @ Bellini Grande was fab too.. guys, if you're reading this, this restaurant is one u would want to bring a date to.. the service is good, the food is good and so is the ambiance.. kel originally wanted to do dinner in the flyer (like sky dining @ jewel box @ mt faber but not in cable car) but thankfully he didn't.. nothing to see on the flyer at this point in time anyway.. better save it for the future when all the construction is done.. will let pics do the talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72pOCRy9I/AAAAAAAABMU/i6QegTnD7HQ/s1600-h/SDC10588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72pOCRy9I/AAAAAAAABMU/i6QegTnD7HQ/s320/SDC10588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390516992011783122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72p5IT8aI/AAAAAAAABMc/V2hPhoefL8E/s1600-h/SDC10592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72p5IT8aI/AAAAAAAABMc/V2hPhoefL8E/s320/SDC10592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390517003579814306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72qZHReCI/AAAAAAAABMk/9njAWmArHiQ/s1600-h/SDC10600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72qZHReCI/AAAAAAAABMk/9njAWmArHiQ/s320/SDC10600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390517012165392418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72rFnWALI/AAAAAAAABMs/9p2nnxkz9aU/s1600-h/SDC10605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72rFnWALI/AAAAAAAABMs/9p2nnxkz9aU/s320/SDC10605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390517024111067314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel said he was pretty embarressed to tell he guy what he wanted to write on the cake so he said he'll text the baker.. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72rpXhR1I/AAAAAAAABM0/swDFHJ2yjhA/s1600-h/SDC10608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72rpXhR1I/AAAAAAAABM0/swDFHJ2yjhA/s320/SDC10608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390517033708373842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74nIlLNKI/AAAAAAAABM8/PYNb2-NMfgQ/s1600-h/SDC10609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74nIlLNKI/AAAAAAAABM8/PYNb2-NMfgQ/s320/SDC10609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390519155211056290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74njyveWI/AAAAAAAABNE/3UP4_SlbYuk/s1600-h/SDC10611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74njyveWI/AAAAAAAABNE/3UP4_SlbYuk/s320/SDC10611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390519162515716450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that white thingy is cauliflower mousse.. didn taste cauliflowerish at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74ofMQjmI/AAAAAAAABNM/6guZRCsmKkQ/s1600-h/SDC10613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74ofMQjmI/AAAAAAAABNM/6guZRCsmKkQ/s320/SDC10613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390519178460434018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 200 days old moo moo is a must-try! but i personally prefer the lamb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74owXbqnI/AAAAAAAABNU/rK0fbzw5JYo/s1600-h/SDC10615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74owXbqnI/AAAAAAAABNU/rK0fbzw5JYo/s320/SDC10615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390519183070702194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamb! also a must-try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74pW79WeI/AAAAAAAABNc/bfygxPtzWFM/s1600-h/SDC10616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss74pW79WeI/AAAAAAAABNc/bfygxPtzWFM/s320/SDC10616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390519193424452066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice malay waitress asked whether the cake was hand made.. kel said no but later in the car said "shld have said 'yes.. but not by me.. HAHA'" ahem.. anw she was so cute.. she asked me to make a 'honorary cut' before getting the chef to cut us a slice.. i hesitated a little and couldn really bear to cut the pretty cake and she said "very sayang hor?" lol we proceeded to "ya! very sayang!" together.. haha she's so adorable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss75tGOkNoI/AAAAAAAABNk/--Z3rFKVvZ0/s1600-h/SDC10620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss75tGOkNoI/AAAAAAAABNk/--Z3rFKVvZ0/s320/SDC10620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390520357170198146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss75t23KqvI/AAAAAAAABNs/B3rKxDSmnbk/s1600-h/SDC10624.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss75t23KqvI/AAAAAAAABNs/B3rKxDSmnbk/s320/SDC10624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390520370225392370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss75uWjd9oI/AAAAAAAABN0/7lSZR2t5kOY/s1600-h/SDC10627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss75uWjd9oI/AAAAAAAABN0/7lSZR2t5kOY/s320/SDC10627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390520378732705410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand made foam flowers.. every single one of them.. :) *touched* poor kitty looked so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senior was really a dear.. thru past experiences i know that no matter how i reject his gifts it will eventually return to me.. rejection is futile.. so this time round i accepted it but lunch to be on me at ichiban.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss77amSvXII/AAAAAAAABOE/Xg1oKY6eWqo/s1600-h/SDC10643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss77amSvXII/AAAAAAAABOE/Xg1oKY6eWqo/s320/SDC10643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390522238383381634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss77aHjXpMI/AAAAAAAABN8/tPaNz0Zh3tY/s1600-h/SDC10641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss77aHjXpMI/AAAAAAAABN8/tPaNz0Zh3tY/s320/SDC10641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390522230131631298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3924841079109574722?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3924841079109574722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3924841079109574722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3924841079109574722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3924841079109574722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-long-long-time-since-i-laughed.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Ss72pOCRy9I/AAAAAAAABMU/i6QegTnD7HQ/s72-c/SDC10588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-2571982694576826959</id><published>2009-10-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:27:17.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm officially 24... =( old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-2571982694576826959?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2571982694576826959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=2571982694576826959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2571982694576826959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2571982694576826959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-officially-24.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-6856195231748697247</id><published>2009-09-30T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:42:13.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE to blog about this.. Received it via email from Wayne. Love this joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to&lt;br /&gt;see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked&lt;br /&gt;up. Then he saw an Envelope, propped up prominently on the&lt;br /&gt;pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with&lt;br /&gt;trembling hands and read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Dear Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I&lt;br /&gt;had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;avoid a scene with Mom and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her&lt;br /&gt;piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact&lt;br /&gt;that she is much older than I am. But it' s not only the&lt;br /&gt;passion ... Dad, she's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy said that we will be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood&lt;br /&gt;for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't&lt;br /&gt;really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and&lt;br /&gt;trading it with the other people that live nearby for&lt;br /&gt;cocaine and ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure&lt;br /&gt;for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you&lt;br /&gt;can get to know your grandchildren ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Your Son John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in&lt;br /&gt;life than a Report card That's in my center desk drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me when it's safe to come home."&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-6856195231748697247?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6856195231748697247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=6856195231748697247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6856195231748697247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6856195231748697247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-to-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7758083188946918714</id><published>2009-09-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:17:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FUCKING HATE DOING MOTOR INSURANCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7758083188946918714?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7758083188946918714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7758083188946918714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7758083188946918714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7758083188946918714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-fucking-hate-doing-motor-insurance.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5654517485637273649</id><published>2009-09-09T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:06:58.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CFP CFA or Masters? I probably will be able to decide in half a yr's time from now..&lt;br /&gt;Have finally decided on my course of action.. I have been deluded from the start.. If all goes according to plan, I'll be able to decide in 1/2 yr's time.. wat exactly i will do for the rest of my life (at least in the finance line).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while mulling over stuff, i had the urge to drop everything to take a course in photography or interior design and do something totally out of finance or something.. I still strongly believe in what I believed in when I joined FA.. But changes need to be made.. not to the co but to the industry as a whole.. when the industry is ready like in Aust, I will probably be back.. and this time, i'm determined.. more so than the last time.. hw do i knw i wldn turn back? cos this time, i felt the same feeling in my heart the day I decided dancing professionally is out of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all goes according to plan, i will hand each and every of my clients personally to a trusted colleague.. someone who isn't in this line to SELL.. and i have some people to apologise to.. trusted me with much $$ despite knwing i'm new.. they will have to get to know my colleague personally, meet him face to face b4 i leave.. it sad.. but i've decided.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it of cos may not go acc to plan.. afterall, i'm intending to go over to the analyst side where the min qualifications is usually a masters.. but some are looking at deg w experience in financial consulting.. so i might have a chance.. a slight chance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put up w a lot of critisism to join FA.. cutting words from frens, family.. looks of contempt.. snide remarks.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot that i'd already regretted giving up dancing.. i shld be more steadfast.. and this time i'm not deterred by wat everyone says but i'm disappointed with.. ok let me quote a blogger (probably from an ifa as well..) he says "the state my industry is in makes me very angry" it spells out exactly how i feel.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard fr a fren fr Citi that banks' PBs are all gonna have fixed pay so as to prevent misselling... he asked me to join him.. but pdts are limited.. no mis selling but is the planning unbiased? no... it will take some time for this scheme to be applied to IFAs.. but then, in every system, no matter how foolproof they look, there are bound to be loopholes and ppl who take advantage of the system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably would continue to write in my finance blog... its heartening to have received positive comments.. i wld continue to write there.. but this time, w nothing for me to gain, perphaps ppl might believe my advices are sincere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am totally in no mood to wk.. but i guess i'll have to do my best to make sure my clients are all comfortable w my trusted colleague before i leave.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shed a tear but i learnt a lesson too.. businesses are really not charities.. i was too naive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5654517485637273649?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5654517485637273649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5654517485637273649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5654517485637273649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5654517485637273649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/cfp-cfa-or-masters-i-probably-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1417683777955650499</id><published>2009-09-07T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:51:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SqUd32EiXQI/AAAAAAAABMM/4xoAMCI9igg/s1600-h/67890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SqUd32EiXQI/AAAAAAAABMM/4xoAMCI9igg/s320/67890.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378738175208480002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will you be doing on 09/09/2009?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1417683777955650499?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1417683777955650499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1417683777955650499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1417683777955650499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1417683777955650499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-you-be-doing-on-09092009.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SqUd32EiXQI/AAAAAAAABMM/4xoAMCI9igg/s72-c/67890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7543492629813933050</id><published>2009-09-01T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:26:03.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must be the blurest graduate ever.. after registering at the foyer w sally june jezlin caijun, we were allocated seat numbers.. i was lamenting that i'm not seated close to any of them.. after we were seated in the hall, i didn't notice anything amiss still.. just wondering why there's a guy from class b nxt to me. between wendy and i some more.. *weird* only when i decided to count how many ppl we hav in the class (too bored) from the programme booklet, did i realise i was under the list of distinction holder.. -_-" was super excited and cldn believe my eyes i asked wendy "eh, we grad w dist ah?" wendy also didn't know till the day itself but somehow she knew it earlier than i did. "ya lo ya lo!!!" lol... but i heard that 2 guys in our class was missed out in the list.. there shld rightfully be 11 of us out of abt.. 250 - 280 of us.. but only 9 were in the list but thankfully 10 of us made it on stage.. leaving one angry distinction holder fuming.. if it were me i'll be upset too.. its a once in a lifetime thing... =x kinda feel sorry for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpydXfKdcfI/AAAAAAAABLc/KF6HQ0RcdC8/s1600-h/SDC10369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpydXfKdcfI/AAAAAAAABLc/KF6HQ0RcdC8/s320/SDC10369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376345082001453554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpydW47HEII/AAAAAAAABLU/xbzD-w2qbLo/s1600-h/SDC10367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpydW47HEII/AAAAAAAABLU/xbzD-w2qbLo/s320/SDC10367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376345071736524930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy and i were pretty nervous.. cos Sherman (one of our lecturers) once told us not to wear heels that are too high since the carpet on stage is much thicker than those on the ground and in the past there have been cases where girls in heels tripped on stage! Thankfully neither of us embarrassed ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took lotsa photos but the gist shld be those from Eugene's camera.. waiting for sally to send them to me :) most of the pics i took w kel were blur =( ARGH but we might be taking one in the studio since kel hasn't taking HIS grad pics (n years ago? lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i badly want to take pics against CBD skyline.. preferably w sunset background too! but can't find kakis... ANY TAKERS BEFORE WE HAVE TO RETURN OUR GOWNS?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa thankies to kel for the cute bear and card.. he promised to give me a bigger one upon completion of my masters.. i'm broadcasting it here so he can't run away from giving me a bigger grad bear! HAHA!!! =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpyexOrx-pI/AAAAAAAABL0/X49OfLRhTNg/s1600-h/SDC10361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpyexOrx-pI/AAAAAAAABL0/X49OfLRhTNg/s320/SDC10361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376346623766035090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpyewhR_3OI/AAAAAAAABLs/4Ql60ltmCXM/s1600-h/SDC10362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpyewhR_3OI/AAAAAAAABLs/4Ql60ltmCXM/s320/SDC10362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376346611578297570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpyewOT0F-I/AAAAAAAABLk/aqv94Nijw4c/s1600-h/SDC10359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpyewOT0F-I/AAAAAAAABLk/aqv94Nijw4c/s320/SDC10359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376346606485641186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel does a great job wrapping prezzies.. i rem in estee lauder the mgr asked me to hlp her wrap x'mas prezzie for some impt ppl (like roland and grace ban!) and i can't wrap prezzie nicely for nuts.. kel helpped me w it and i simply passed them to the mgr w a "NAH! DONE!" wAhahahaha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was our 499th day together.. kel still keeps tabs on things like this.. i admit defeat.. so happens that we were both free so i decided to finanally give him a 'crab treat' as promised (and procrastinated) months ago.. we went to mellben @ AMK for butter and chili.. BOTH.. super stuffed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpygBTDe4JI/AAAAAAAABME/2NR9RgNXtRo/s1600-h/SDC10383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpygBTDe4JI/AAAAAAAABME/2NR9RgNXtRo/s320/SDC10383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376347999328723090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpygAw8B9zI/AAAAAAAABL8/Re5-99_PDl8/s1600-h/SDC10384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpygAw8B9zI/AAAAAAAABL8/Re5-99_PDl8/s320/SDC10384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376347990170662706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their butter crab is LOVE... &lt;br /&gt;kel,"我哥和我妈吃螃蟹不用弄璋手的。。"&lt;br /&gt;me,"哇！这么厉害！how did they do it?!"&lt;br /&gt;kel,"my bro use chopsticks to pry the crab meat out! Skilled huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;me,"thats power! how abt ur mom? she also doesn't dirty her hands right?"&lt;br /&gt;kel,"ya.. cos my father will remove crab shell for her.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7543492629813933050?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7543492629813933050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7543492629813933050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7543492629813933050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7543492629813933050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-must-be-blurest-graduate-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpydXfKdcfI/AAAAAAAABLc/KF6HQ0RcdC8/s72-c/SDC10369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8184603131602800792</id><published>2009-08-27T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:34:46.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>是我要得太多，还是我跟被搞错了自己到底要什么？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8184603131602800792?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8184603131602800792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8184603131602800792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8184603131602800792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8184603131602800792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8841605240569464345</id><published>2009-08-26T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:31:33.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just as i tot i'm about to wean off crushing on super high heels, i met.. her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.aldoshoes.com/ca-eng/women/pumps/peep-toe/75351438-segura/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Segura and she is about 1 inch tall in front and abt 4.5 inches at the heel.. even though it is really high, it is comfy.. covered in royal blue suede, she costs $170.. the colour is hard to match but i'm still in love with it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls oh pls let kel and i close XXXX's condo case after more than a month of burnt weekends so i wldn feel the guilty buying Segura &amp; the bright pink dress from Warehouse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8841605240569464345?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8841605240569464345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8841605240569464345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8841605240569464345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8841605240569464345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-as-i-tot-im-about-to-wean-off.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5400587748646882343</id><published>2009-08-24T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:58:26.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJpHycWAYI/AAAAAAAABKc/3tf_Bpzu42A/s1600-h/SDC10051.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJpHycWAYI/AAAAAAAABKc/3tf_Bpzu42A/s320/SDC10051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373472887927079298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long long journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJpjqewuFI/AAAAAAAABKk/bkuB7oDsmEc/s1600-h/SDC10047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJpjqewuFI/AAAAAAAABKk/bkuB7oDsmEc/s320/SDC10047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373473366826072146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel and i were testing out the smile capture function on NV9.. turns out that they are only able to detect wide smiles.. so we gave a HUGE grin.. just look at kel.. he look like he won the lottery haha.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJqQUHLMyI/AAAAAAAABKs/xXsk7PCZyXI/s1600-h/SDC10160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJqQUHLMyI/AAAAAAAABKs/xXsk7PCZyXI/s320/SDC10160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373474133915677474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought new baggie for mummy.. gave her a nice surprise.. she loved it =D one thing abt asking mummies to choose their own prezzie is that they'll pick something they like that isn't too expensive.. so kel and i picked one that we think she'll like rather than let her pick.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJsFdblILI/AAAAAAAABK0/uxzWsLFP4x4/s1600-h/SDC10189-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJsFdblILI/AAAAAAAABK0/uxzWsLFP4x4/s320/SDC10189-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373476146461876402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpKDBZZzZNI/AAAAAAAABLM/iCeou4DpJoU/s1600-h/SDC10191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpKDBZZzZNI/AAAAAAAABLM/iCeou4DpJoU/s320/SDC10191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373501365428643026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am super tempted to get this dress from Warehouse @ Wisma.. $203... shld i? shld i not? its nicer in reality.. somehow i can't take a decent pic of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to get a timeless lasting bag.. why? cos i feel that rather than spending moolah on many many many $50-$400 bags i might as well get one bag that i'll use for any occasion (almost.. maybe except for wedding dinners and events like that) like how the french women do it, lining their wardrobe w few, but quality pieces only.. i think its cool.. benefits both my bank account and my wardrobe since my wardrobe is currently suffering from being overloaded w stuff i dun wear/bags i dun carry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thru the research phase, i realised that timeless bags may not be classic bags but classic bags are timeless bags. timeless bags are usually boring (hence able to withstand the passing of time) whereas classic bags need not be boring.. and hence the search continues.. i've got a couple of options.. only a couple as i intend to use it for work AND play. it must therefore be big enough for A4 documents yet not too formal for wkends.. therefore, many classic bags like the fendi baguette &amp; the channel classic flap are out! i like the prada doctor bag but my mentor is already carrying it so.. no go.. i'll never go for prada's nylon bags so that wipes out 1/2 of watever prada has.. love loewe's amazona but it can only be hand carried.. still, its lovely and is shortlisted.. Furla's doctor bag wld have made the mark but kel said its AUNTIE! Chloe's Victoria tote is nice too and kel actually thinks this is better than furla's doctor bag! how is that possible!? must be the colour i guess.. but they only have it in grey, black and cherry and the cherry is horrible (*puke*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the search for a bag i that i can call THE BAG, is much like finding THE ONE (i'm talking abt a man.. not shoes..).. it can be fancied by many but what matters is whether it fits you and ur lifestyle.. for me, i want it not to sag when i put lotsa stuff in.. yet i want it not to be too hard.. i want it to be easy to maintain (no suede then..), not easily stained, easy to clean, big enuf for A4 but want it to be feminine.. i want it to be able to be carried on shoulders comfortably, hand held nicely and able to hang it at the insides of my elbow (is there a specific name for that body parT? yes right?! what is it called?).. am i demanding? i guess so.. but i demand as much out of my future husband too.. hence i think i will never get married haha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5400587748646882343?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5400587748646882343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5400587748646882343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5400587748646882343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5400587748646882343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-long-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SpJpHycWAYI/AAAAAAAABKc/3tf_Bpzu42A/s72-c/SDC10051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-6172322917627602422</id><published>2009-08-19T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:45:45.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 wks back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*out of the blue*&lt;br /&gt;kel *in serious mode* "u need an lv bag"&lt;br /&gt;me "?! need? why?"&lt;br /&gt;kel "cos i've been observing and it seems like every girl has one.. and i want to give u the best too.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awW~ so silly-ish sweet.. not all lv bao baos are nice (some are hideous).. and its way too common.. no point in carrying a brand for the sake of carrying a brand.. but its really swt of him to say that.. in such a serious manner some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally decided on my course of action... will effect it asap... am very excited abt potential changes.. i'll still be in the industry.. i realised i still love what i do.. hope nothing goes wrong though.. whether i can make it thru the transition period in one piece depends very much on someone else.. =) dun think she'll let me dwn or abandon me in any way but we nva know.. i'll just have to be careful untill everything is settled :) i've decided to do property part time.. its fun but it doesn't give me the satisfaction i seek.. guess i'll just have to wk doubly hard :) burn wkends wk late nights. but it'll be worth it.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-6172322917627602422?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6172322917627602422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=6172322917627602422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6172322917627602422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6172322917627602422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-wks-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5813735686166915351</id><published>2009-08-12T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:17:48.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>渴望有人和我分担烦恼。。  可惜，孩子气的男人。。让人失望。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld i stay or shld i leave? shld i hlp or shld i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so-called greener pastures may be misleading.. by helping, i might get myself into trouble... by not leaving, i might be like some ppl who are stuck in the same spot of years.. by not helping, i might ruin a girl's future and lose a fren.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHLD I DO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 1st time i feel lost abt my career.. i know i love my job but there are  better offers out there.. same job dif co.. clients not affected.. same platform.. i need a serious person to discuss this with.. (i tot i found someone i cld talk to abt everything.. yes he can talk to me abt everything.. but nt in the serious manner..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as with everything in life, it boils dwn to what you really want out of life.. and you know, everytime i think abt this, i still regret giving up dance.. steve jobs is right.. as with all matters of the heart, you'll know its the right one when you see it.. at this moment in time, i'm a little lost.. the person who shld have been my guiding light didn manage to hlp.. perphaps its true.. angelina might have been right in sec 3 when she said w a strong conviction that the only person you can trust is yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5813735686166915351?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5813735686166915351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5813735686166915351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5813735686166915351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5813735686166915351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/shld-i-stay-or-shld-i-leave-shld-i-hlp.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3373076912301209362</id><published>2009-08-10T13:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:25:53.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for a long time.. since the last entry till nw, lots of stuff has happened.. celebrated kel's birthday, dabbled in property line w kel (as his PA waHahaha), met lotsa interesting ppl, received another sweet surprise fr the man, met up w frens like maine &amp; jia, close colleagues left the co....... &lt;br /&gt;life's been bittersweet.. but more swt than bitter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been wanting to get a new cam for a long time.. was initially eyeing the TZ7 but i intend to get a big ass one nxt yr so just want a simple one to tide me over till then.. something very portable yet takes good macro pics.. something w more than 3x zoom, something w iso 3200 (when this is the highest available for compact cam, i can no longer accept iso 1600.. ROAR!!) and i was decidign btwn TZ7 and FX48 till i saw that the ZR1 will be out in the nxt quarter but i can't wait so long!! the ZR1 rocks!! but its too long a wait... i was undecided until i went to harvey norman sale @ expo.. i saw a great olympus @ 369 only! I nearly grabbed it.. but i took a walk arnd the fair and i saw the... samsung NV9! its one of a kind video functions had me there and then! sadly its only a 5x zoom but i guess we can't have everything in such a small package.. (ZR1 can fufil my needs though) so i bought it.. too bad there was only the silver or the pink one.. i saw the pictures of the black version and i love it! =x nevertheless its super macro functions will keep me happy for a while :) and its super cheap too!! =D (p/s: thanks darling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sn-yBgy1cDI/AAAAAAAABJM/GJ2zVwv6pK0/s1600-h/NV9-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sn-yBgy1cDI/AAAAAAAABJM/GJ2zVwv6pK0/s320/NV9-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368205019901685810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sn-yBXhgZNI/AAAAAAAABJE/1oR60PZDx6s/s1600-h/NV9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sn-yBXhgZNI/AAAAAAAABJE/1oR60PZDx6s/s320/NV9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368205017413084370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIA has this cool new pdt (launched 27th July and gonna remove it by end of this wk already! selling like hotcakes!!) that acts like a fixed deposit of 5 years but gives the highest int rate in town of 2.75% p.a! Its really cool but they're hitting their cap too fast.. anw thats not the point.. the point is.. we recently tied up with them and therefore attended their pdt launch of this AIA wealth accumulator @ the Equinox.. cool huh? but they removed tables and seats so as to accomodate all the IFAs that attended the pdt launch.. so we had to STAND thru the reception, the launch, the lucky draw blah blah blah... grr.. most imptly, they DREW THE BLINDS!!!! -_-" someone tell me why they choose to book the equinox in that case pls.. leaving only the blinds at the corners up, 90% of us cldn enjoy the scenery.. they can easily draw the curtains down during presentation right? wat a waste...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close colleague recently decided to jump to manulife.. felt a little sad as it seems to me to be a career regression but still, its her choice.. the pay is indeed better.. but she's one of the closest coleagues i have so it was kinda sad... =(&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoEMDGz9tlI/AAAAAAAABJc/S5VvEClBWyQ/s1600-h/P020809_15.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoEMDGz9tlI/AAAAAAAABJc/S5VvEClBWyQ/s320/P020809_15.03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368585478310049362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoEMCSfDg2I/AAAAAAAABJU/hKMx0ZymCdE/s1600-h/P020809_15.03%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoEMCSfDg2I/AAAAAAAABJU/hKMx0ZymCdE/s320/P020809_15.03%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368585464263705442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday darling!! cake from awfully chocolate.. it was SO good 2 of us wanted to polish off th whole thing.. =p rum and cherry.. its a MUST TRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENII3woJI/AAAAAAAABJk/s2nQdHFuImw/s1600-h/P010809_17.47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENII3woJI/AAAAAAAABJk/s2nQdHFuImw/s320/P010809_17.47.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368586664273813650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENxpcdGyI/AAAAAAAABJs/W8SaWPdwPpI/s1600-h/P050809_19.06%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENxpcdGyI/AAAAAAAABJs/W8SaWPdwPpI/s320/P050809_19.06%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587377392294690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENx2vJBCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/-GbZbk37jJY/s1600-h/P050809_19.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENx2vJBCI/AAAAAAAABJ0/-GbZbk37jJY/s320/P050809_19.07.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587380960330786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENyTmWayI/AAAAAAAABJ8/2JCT9b-_GyU/s1600-h/P050809_19.07%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENyTmWayI/AAAAAAAABJ8/2JCT9b-_GyU/s320/P050809_19.07%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587388708088610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENywPjhsI/AAAAAAAABKE/MvLO_p4YNHc/s1600-h/P050809_19.07%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENywPjhsI/AAAAAAAABKE/MvLO_p4YNHc/s320/P050809_19.07%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587396397106882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENzaha7CI/AAAAAAAABKM/o_Bsc-3gsk8/s1600-h/P050809_19.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoENzaha7CI/AAAAAAAABKM/o_Bsc-3gsk8/s320/P050809_19.08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587407746329634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoEOEUeYOBI/AAAAAAAABKU/yHeKEsV0lrk/s1600-h/P050809_19.08%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SoEOEUeYOBI/AAAAAAAABKU/yHeKEsV0lrk/s320/P050809_19.08%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368587698180732946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart surprises! *hugz* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these images are so crappy cos all of them are taken by viewty =( too bad i didn get the cam in time for kel's bday... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3373076912301209362?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3373076912301209362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3373076912301209362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3373076912301209362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3373076912301209362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/havent-been-blogging-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sn-yBgy1cDI/AAAAAAAABJM/GJ2zVwv6pK0/s72-c/NV9-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1306170167913802776</id><published>2009-07-18T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:48:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its so unfair.. i know i sound like some whiny spoilt brat.. but.. its really unfair... double standards i wld call it.. coming from someone i didn expect.. but mum's right.. yi ge ren, liang tiao xin = very normal.. i guess he isn't wrong too but it really hurt me very deeply.. very very deeply.. esp he knows how i struggle so hard for every case i have on hand.. and i dun just deal w my cases as it shld be.. i do my cases with my heart.. i really put in my feelings for each of my cases.. i try to hard to do my best because i feel for them.. but when they not only dun turn out well but turns back to bite me, i was asked not to react.. i was asked not to retaliate by the person i totally completely trusted.. he watched me struggle he watched me wk till the wee hours in the morning all for that paltry sum and for really sincerely wanting the best for my clients... yet he told me not to NOT TO retaliate.. it hurts.. to protect his interest and some of his relation's interest, he chose to sacrifice me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts... maybe i shld nva have put in my heart for work.. maybe i shld be like many many jaded, unfeeling advisors out there.. just do ur wk as it shld be done.. but then, that would defeat the main purpose why i joined an IFA.. why do i try cases that others shun? why do i bother to visit my client more times than necessary? in my line, its a thin line of difference btwn being an advisor and simply a saleswoman.. many sales ppl don the exterior of an advisor and do hard core selling. and they are happy. because their heart isn't there. they sell, get money and are happy.. maybe i'm too idealistic.. i shld just do big cases, not small ones. do easy cases not those tough ones even those tough ones are those who really NEED us as they have some forms of preexisting conditions or they really need to learn to handle finances, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm disappointed.. very... and tired too.. its not fair... all these underhand dealings are making me very upset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they can push me arnd.. but they wldn get rid of me.. as long as one client, just one.. still think that what i do means something to them, i wld stay.. i wld..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1306170167913802776?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1306170167913802776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1306170167913802776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1306170167913802776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1306170167913802776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-so-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-811806548133797156</id><published>2009-06-30T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:00:20.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kEl mentioned in paSsing that he wld like to watCh transfoRmers one oF thesE daYs so i wenT to boOk tics as a surprise for him! =) 25th.. i expecTed it to be fUlly bOoked but nO.. we cld sTill get couple sEAts! :) cOol.. but the coupls sitting beside us was.. irritating.. anw, kel was really happy and i'm glaD i (FINALLY) did somEthing foR him in rEturn.. tsk u know hoW its like to geT stuff for guys.. its tOugh.. esp when kel isn really a soccer fan or some fan of some sports (Wrestling isn a sport cos i say so).. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-811806548133797156?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/811806548133797156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=811806548133797156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/811806548133797156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/811806548133797156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/kel-mentioned-in-passing-that-he-wld.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-2006215788110672025</id><published>2009-06-23T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:01:04.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"wHy floweRS?"&lt;br /&gt;*sHrug* &lt;br /&gt;"nO reAson" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heArt suRpriseS* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SkBFFVWsGSI/AAAAAAAABI8/i-VL8nnYG_8/s1600-h/P220609_19.15%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SkBFEZ3k13I/AAAAAAAABIc/byHtUFgT29U/s320/P220609_23.05%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352299281930098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-2006215788110672025?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2006215788110672025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=2006215788110672025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2006215788110672025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2006215788110672025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-flowers-shrug-no-reason-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SkBFFVWsGSI/AAAAAAAABI8/i-VL8nnYG_8/s72-c/P220609_19.15%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7668392579853625853</id><published>2009-06-17T12:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:27:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please help!</title><content type='html'>Dear friends / readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take some time to read the blogs below. I'm organising a fund raising activity for them, not just in cold hard cash but also in terms of donating gifts that are still new but u have no use for them as well as donating books. They will sell these items for cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ways u can help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying Hand-made Accessories&lt;br /&gt;Buying Home-made Cheese Cake/Muffins/Quiche For Sale&lt;br /&gt;Donate A Gift&lt;br /&gt;Donate A Used Watch&lt;br /&gt;Donate A Book &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are interested to help or have stuff to donate I'll be more than happy to collect them &lt;strong&gt;at your doorstep &lt;/strong&gt;to collate everyone's donation to pass to them. If you'll like to order accessories or cakes from them I believe you can get in touch with them at their website. Alternatively you can let me know and I'll try to get more orders and lias w them.. Anything that you can donate would be very helpful. Plush toys, mugs, photo frames, books, etc... They don't cost you a cent yet would mean a lot to this family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from http://ourfeistyprincess.blogspot.com/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime she visit NUH for a blood test, she knows that she will be getting her finger pricked. So our cheeky princess will choose which finger before getting poked. Today was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Charmaine, so which finger the nurse prick today?"&lt;br /&gt;Char: "Pointer. Mummy, this is left or right?"&lt;br /&gt;Cyn: "Right"&lt;br /&gt;Char: "Right pointer finger"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So did you cry and scream today?"&lt;br /&gt;Char: "I shout very loud but no water come out leh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable cutie that continues to cheer us up in our gloomy workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted by Charlene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ourfeistyprincess.com/index.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ourfeistyprincess.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7668392579853625853?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7668392579853625853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7668392579853625853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7668392579853625853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7668392579853625853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-help.html' title='Please help!'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3179447175544525853</id><published>2009-06-08T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:57:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, when we are too fortunate, we tend to want to destroy some of that happiness to allow ourselves to feel that we are really living.. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3179447175544525853?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3179447175544525853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3179447175544525853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3179447175544525853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3179447175544525853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-when-we-are-too-fortunate-we.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-6403421663453539904</id><published>2009-05-27T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:47:46.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perphaps it has started for a while already. I was simply oblivious to it.. but it struck me in the face this time.. i guess i've come to the age where ppl have finished comparing acadamic stuff and now start to compare salaries, compare jobs and worse of all, compare boyfriends.. and since a time dunno when, boyfriends have become a modern girl's arm accessory. like.. like a ring.. or a bag.. more like a bag i guess.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bf is cuter than urs but ur bf is richer than mine, my bf is taller than hers, bt her is beefier than mine.. my bf isn rich, bt his family is.. her bf is smart but potentially richer than yours. my bf is this, ur bf is that............. &lt;br /&gt;and the " 'winner' goes hme feeling smug.. oh before that, gives a smirk to everyone else at the table.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it annoying? it is. and thats not the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job pays better than urs, but urs gives more satisfaction, oh who cares abt satisfaction? my pay gives me enuf moolah to BUY satistaction.. wat? oh a new LV/Gucci/Loewe/Chloe/Miu Miu/Prada/louboutin/Jimmy Choo/............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it annoying? it is VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brings us back to the days when kids compare grades.. that made more sense cos its a level playing field (sort of..) but comparing bfs? comparing jobs? come on.. how old are these ppl? or rather, how bored are these ppl? if you aren't in the same line, whats there to compare? is job satisfaction measurable? is comfort level in the company measurable? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bfs.. congrats to those who think they've got the catch of the century but its really funny how some ppl like to put on shows.. it doesn't matter how well ur arm candy performs infront of ur frens. what matters is how he treats you in private. and that again, is immeasurable.. besides, whats is there to show off if ur bf is really capable of earning a fat paycheque but u aren't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can discuss these aspects yes.. but when it comes to outright COMPARING, pls pardon me if i decide to laugh at your nonsense or simply ignore you.. i'm allergic to bullshit and i refuse to participate in nonsensical conversation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-6403421663453539904?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6403421663453539904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=6403421663453539904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6403421663453539904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6403421663453539904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/perphaps-it-has-started-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1298957133306139169</id><published>2009-05-20T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:32:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/ShN3hQnnj-I/AAAAAAAABIU/al5TLAnFnDQ/s1600-h/previewfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/ShN3hQnnj-I/AAAAAAAABIU/al5TLAnFnDQ/s320/previewfinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337741396644696034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/ShN3hP11HnI/AAAAAAAABIM/XJqfB3xEDpk/s1600-h/MS_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/ShN3hP11HnI/AAAAAAAABIM/XJqfB3xEDpk/s320/MS_preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337741396435869298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://secretlane.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official opening on the 23rd! Please do support! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1298957133306139169?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1298957133306139169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1298957133306139169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1298957133306139169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1298957133306139169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpsecretlane.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/ShN3hQnnj-I/AAAAAAAABIU/al5TLAnFnDQ/s72-c/previewfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-472273294623799994</id><published>2009-05-15T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:04:12.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Lane @ Live Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sg0ceC8okFI/AAAAAAAABIE/ER0FUsZBb44/s1600-h/SL_mailer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sg0ceC8okFI/AAAAAAAABIE/ER0FUsZBb44/s320/SL_mailer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335952436016746578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Lane is a LJ shop started by my RMIT mate, Amy. She has asked me to be her live "clothes hanger" lol so please do support! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://secretlane.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-472273294623799994?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/472273294623799994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=472273294623799994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/472273294623799994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/472273294623799994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-lane-live-journal.html' title='Secret Lane @ Live Journal'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/Sg0ceC8okFI/AAAAAAAABIE/ER0FUsZBb44/s72-c/SL_mailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-702622789216760030</id><published>2009-05-10T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:19:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to watch "If there are seasons" today. It was pretty good.. A tad draggy yes.. but I loved Joanna Dong's voice. The lead actor was good too (it hlps that he's cute haha). Was supposed to bring mummy to Cheeky Chocolate for dinner.. but something cropped up.. we could only do the musical :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SgbwUeJ8KSI/AAAAAAAABH8/2oEd0mu5S5k/s1600-h/if+there+are+seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SgbwUeJ8KSI/AAAAAAAABH8/2oEd0mu5S5k/s320/if+there+are+seasons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334215043149736226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone lived in a pretty how town&lt;br /&gt;(with up so floating many bells down)&lt;br /&gt;spring summer autumn winter&lt;br /&gt;he sang his didn’t he danced his did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and men (both little and small)&lt;br /&gt;cared for anyone not at all&lt;br /&gt;they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same&lt;br /&gt;sun moon stars rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children guessed (but only a few&lt;br /&gt;and down they forgot as up they grew&lt;br /&gt;autumn winter spring summer)&lt;br /&gt;that noone loved him more by more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when by now and tree by leaf&lt;br /&gt;she laughed his joy she cried his grief&lt;br /&gt;bird by snow and stir by still&lt;br /&gt;anyone’s any was all to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someones married their everyones&lt;br /&gt;laughed their cryings and did their dance&lt;br /&gt;(sleep wake hope and then) they&lt;br /&gt;said their nevers they slept their dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stars rain sun moon&lt;br /&gt;(and only the snow can begin to explain&lt;br /&gt;how children are apt to forget to remember&lt;br /&gt;with up so floating many bells down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day anyone died i guess&lt;br /&gt;(and noone stooped to kiss his face)&lt;br /&gt;busy folk buried them side by side&lt;br /&gt;little by little and was by was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all by all and deep by deep&lt;br /&gt;and more by more they dream their sleep&lt;br /&gt;noone and anyone earth by april&lt;br /&gt;wish by spirit and if by yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and men (both dong and ding)&lt;br /&gt;summer autumn winter spring&lt;br /&gt;reaped their sowing and went their came&lt;br /&gt;sun moon stars rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. E Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a client called me yesterday.. i usually dread calls cos I dunno what to expect.. but when I picked up the call and he excitedly told me he just realised his 2 month old investment with me yielded 35% profit.. yes, its not fantastic but i'm happy he's so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beamed from ear to ear feeling great :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-702622789216760030?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/702622789216760030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=702622789216760030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/702622789216760030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/702622789216760030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-to-watch-if-there-are-seasons.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SgbwUeJ8KSI/AAAAAAAABH8/2oEd0mu5S5k/s72-c/if+there+are+seasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-149277008107773493</id><published>2009-04-27T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:58:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been too busy to blog.. but at audrey's reminder that she wants to kaypoh my life i've decided to blog.. lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently just celebrated one yr anniversary w kel.. it wasn't really a well planned day.. =x i felt it was quite a pity that the one-yr mark was just.. like that lo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfUqoS8psMI/AAAAAAAABHU/xYbdAcwin2M/s1600-h/100_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfUqoS8psMI/AAAAAAAABHU/xYbdAcwin2M/s320/100_0393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329212605832212674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at sun with moon at chijmes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there happened to be a flamenco festival so we stood around to watch the dance.. we actually met around 4plus.. but had nothing to do so we mulled arnd.. in the end we decided to go to the flyer area to grab a bite.. while walking around the flyer area a small bird fell out of its nest and landed right in front of us! i was so super shocked..  kel and i were fussing over it for a while, and finally i decided to pick it up and bring it to someone who manages the garden area to bring us a ladder so we can put it back.. i gingerly lifted it on my palm and its claws actually dug into my palm.. -_-" anw eventually as we walked towards crowded areas i guess it got really frightened and it flew away.. pengz.. i tot it was injured so it can't fly cos it was really frozen on the ground for quite a while.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVF7a5otnI/AAAAAAAABHk/BNN7f3_z1xk/s1600-h/P180409_22.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVF7a5otnI/AAAAAAAABHk/BNN7f3_z1xk/s320/P180409_22.18%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329242621198513778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVF7Iv4N_I/AAAAAAAABHc/5I_PUNGR6hY/s1600-h/P180409_22.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVF7Iv4N_I/AAAAAAAABHc/5I_PUNGR6hY/s320/P180409_22.14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329242616325748722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bracelet for the guy &amp; a nice powerpoint slide made by the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVHLIZRNRI/AAAAAAAABH0/lwitLvrG8DM/s1600-h/P280309_23.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVHLIZRNRI/AAAAAAAABH0/lwitLvrG8DM/s320/P280309_23.24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329243990620452114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVHK_VM6NI/AAAAAAAABHs/66fJrb8Tcns/s1600-h/P190409_16.52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfVHK_VM6NI/AAAAAAAABHs/66fJrb8Tcns/s320/P190409_16.52.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329243988187474130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear and ring for the girl &amp; a nice invitation video made by the guy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was busy just before the 19th.. i actually wanted to make him a video slide of all our pics but we have more than thousand over pics in our one yr together.. so i only got him a bracelet and a ppt slide.. =( however, i did take put some effort into getting him the bracelet ok? lol.. and there are special engravings on the inside of the bracelet! the ring on the other hand, i was already eyeing 2 rings from the true love collection at SK.. this, and another.. so i asked for his opinion and he secretly went back to pick one.. *sweet* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been ok.. i was actually tempted to do my masters and i've been looking arnd for suitable courses for a while.. i attended this introduction talk by CUNY for the program of masters in finance.. was so tempted to do it! it only takes one year! and the modules are so interesting.. best of all, a good portion of their modules are courses from CFA so if we follow this course with CFA there'll be some exemption.. :) so tempting! shld i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-149277008107773493?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/149277008107773493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=149277008107773493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/149277008107773493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/149277008107773493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-too-busy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SfUqoS8psMI/AAAAAAAABHU/xYbdAcwin2M/s72-c/100_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8364179670004934040</id><published>2009-03-24T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:37:29.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tried thE hot plATe weStern fOod aT tIong bAru mkt.. it waS sUper gOod! tHumbs uP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUGjDjg5I/AAAAAAAABG0/umo-xnfl5xs/s1600-h/P230309_19.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUGjDjg5I/AAAAAAAABG0/umo-xnfl5xs/s320/P230309_19.16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316591831576970130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel thE pIggy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUT_WslWI/AAAAAAAABG8/JtFFsBPqRok/s1600-h/P230309_20.33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUT_WslWI/AAAAAAAABG8/JtFFsBPqRok/s320/P230309_20.33.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316592062511748450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIP tickets tO eStee laUder co.'s pte saLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUqe-xTqI/AAAAAAAABHM/cwWMH2FH4jI/s1600-h/P230309_21.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUqe-xTqI/AAAAAAAABHM/cwWMH2FH4jI/s320/P230309_21.07.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316592448958451362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oNe fOr hIm aNd onE fOr mE :) i'm trying to get more tickets tO distribute! sPread tHe joy aRound! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUpzo132I/AAAAAAAABHE/CfHj0sqjsFU/s1600-h/P230309_21.07%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUpzo132I/AAAAAAAABHE/CfHj0sqjsFU/s320/P230309_21.07%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316592437323751266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oNe nIce cLient kEpt sending mE nIce sWeet cArds at tHe office.. =x i think he's just over friendly and lonely but aM geTting a bit bit bit freaked.. bouGht me gIfts wHile on oVersEAs wK trIp too.. saYs will lEAve tHem at mY officE recePt.. =x is tHis nOrmal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8364179670004934040?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8364179670004934040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8364179670004934040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8364179670004934040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8364179670004934040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/tried-hot-plate-western-food-at-tiong.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SchUGjDjg5I/AAAAAAAABG0/umo-xnfl5xs/s72-c/P230309_19.16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7562637339233559132</id><published>2009-03-12T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:16:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Golden Key has started sending me graduate newsletters instead of their normal newsletters.. and boy.. am i tempted to study.. scholarship applications, tuition grants... i'm so tempted.. i miss studying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's damn unfair ok? last time when i keep trying to get more tanned, i can't.. now? i get burnt and while peeling i got a peek into my new skin and TADAH! its much darker than my original colour! but now i wanna stay fair.. sucks.. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7562637339233559132?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7562637339233559132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7562637339233559132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7562637339233559132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7562637339233559132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/golden-key-has-started-sending-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3729474091768069283</id><published>2009-03-10T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:32:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fOund! 南方二重唱's 重温。细说往事 CD! mAn.. call me LKK (lao kok kok) if you want to, but these olDies aRE FABULASO! esP the sOngs in dIsc 2.. *陶醉*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mY fAce is sTarting tO pEel! i lOok likE a monsTer! aNd i'm mEeting a BIGGIE client on fRiday! yIkes!!! either i pEel all the flakie parTs mYself or i rIsk looking like.. i dunno what on fRi and scare tHe hEll out of one of my bIggest clienT sO far... tAlking abOut wK, lAst month's reSults wEre better tHan i expected.. :) but i've been slacking e last wk of feb and the 1st wk of mar.. if this fRi goes well i might be able to see my face on the charts again.. i'd better bUck up! afTer slacking for 2 wks, i grudgingly went baCk to office yesT cos of the co meeting.. even then, i was late for a good half an hour somemore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the waY, i tot abt why i was slacking.. i realised that the idEA that when i hav biz, i can buy moRE toscano bag bags no longer motivate me.. dun get me wrong! i dun hav a lot of expensive baggies neither do i hav tons of biz.. but these 2 wks i haven been able to motivate myself to wk.. but after the monthly meeting, having seen my face on the slides and on the wall in the office, i realised i'm not after the money.. i'm after recognition.. i feel demotivated because in the short run, no clients will thank me for having planed well for him or something like that.. not in the short run.. but in the long run , when they need the cash and i knw where and how to get cold hard cash out for them and when they see themselves retiring with less worries than others, MAYBE i'll be appreciated.. sometimes i wonder whether i'm in the wrong line.. i think i'll be happier in social wk or something.. but then again i like to dabble with econs stuff and money stuff.. so maybe i'm in the right line afterall! haha.. it is really tough for the 1st yr.. many ppl are still unsure of what we do and keep branding us as insurance agents which i abhor! if i want to sell insurance i will join insurance companies man.. they pay so much better ok? sigh.. i claim to have it tough.. but i know my seniors, the pioneers of this industry have it worse! my mentor studied so much, in relatively prestigious unis no less, to wk here.. and still suffers the same fate as us - being branded as insurance agents once in a while.. haha.. but she's doing well.. very well in fact.. someone sitting behind me in the meeting whispered (quite loudly) "pls la with sales like her's who cares what clients call you?" lol.. to each his own i guess.. but the next person who calls me insurance agent will get it from me. honest. *bish* (kidding ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i've got tO say this.. my boSs is really nIce.. he left a book in mY locker with a note "For you to keep" its a book on motivation aNd how not to let failure affect you and blah blah blah.. maybe he noticed my inactivity these 2 wks! ops..=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3729474091768069283?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3729474091768069283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3729474091768069283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3729474091768069283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3729474091768069283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/found-s-cd-man.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3212120015154651638</id><published>2009-03-06T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:47:07.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SbDi_jnY2pI/AAAAAAAABGs/KZeSqfBmZHY/s1600-h/P050309_22.17%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SbDi_jnY2pI/AAAAAAAABGs/KZeSqfBmZHY/s320/P050309_22.17%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309993542189898386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kEl's good fRen's getting married tOday sO he tOok leaVe fOr tOday AND yEst sO we cAN gO swimming @ Jurong East.. i haD a feeling itS a baD ideA tO gO swImming a daY b4 i waNNa dOll up.. but i wENt sInce kel haS alreaDY taken lEave. beSides, i'm sUre he'll lOVE tHe lAzy rIver :) wE haD sUperlicIously lOads oF FUN! wE reaChed aBt 11.45 aNd wE leFt at 4 plUs! it wAs sHiokalicious! i dId brIng sUn block BUT left it in the locKEr aND waS tOo lazy tO get it.. besides, tHe sKy wAs cloudy aNd looked like it waS gonna rAin.. BUT, i wAs STILL burnt.. i have no idea how.. i mean, the sun only came out for less than an hour.. prob half an hour.. and BAM! i beCame cHao tAh jAsmine.. dAmn.. yeSt wAS alright.. just sorE.. but when i got home, i cOuld baRely lie down withouT scREaming in paIn maN! ok ok i wAs wEAring tHis bikini maTilda gOt me 2 yrS back.. its lovely.. but its not wat i wore.. its jUst me i think.. i'm sO prone tO getting burnt.. like audrey.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNw tHe t-shirt we wOre yest wAs really cHeesy.. we even wore the same coloured bottoms unanimously! tSk.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3212120015154651638?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3212120015154651638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3212120015154651638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3212120015154651638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3212120015154651638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/03/kels-good-frens-getting-married-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SbDi_jnY2pI/AAAAAAAABGs/KZeSqfBmZHY/s72-c/P050309_22.17%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8245235015661916600</id><published>2009-02-28T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:22:23.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i mUst say, kEl is tHe sWeetest gUy i've eVer meT! yeSt we're suPposEd tO meEt tHe eStee gP fOr cRabby dInner aNd ktv-ing.. but i haD a tUmmy aChe in tHe mOrn sO wE dEcided tO eaT elsewHere anD join tHem fOr kTv-ing.. when kEl cAme tO piCk me, he pREtended tO haV dRopped sOmething undeR mY sEAt.. "eh i dRopped sOmetHing uNder tHe seaT jUst nOw lEh cAn hlp mE pick it up?" i pulled out a bag that cOntained a white box.. i lookeD at him aNd he lookeD like he haS nEver sEen it in his life! man.. so i openeD the white box aNd tHere's a bOnia box aNd i immed know it wAs a wRistlet! tHat sWeetie.. we wenT vIvo tHat day anD he sPotted tHis nIce wristlet.. i was lamenting thAt i haV my carlo rino onE already else i'll havE gotten tHis cos its sO nIce! he wEnt tO buy it at tAmpines dUring his lunch.. aaWw~~ sO swT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJf1H_53I/AAAAAAAABGM/aho47W-8lvM/s1600-h/P270209_20.55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJf1H_53I/AAAAAAAABGM/aho47W-8lvM/s320/P270209_20.55.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307713709529884530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJfsOHXnI/AAAAAAAABGE/pkVZwPNkEzk/s1600-h/P270209_19.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJfsOHXnI/AAAAAAAABGE/pkVZwPNkEzk/s320/P270209_19.03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307713707139620466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHen at nIght, he sAng aNdy laU's rOu ma qing ge fOr me lo.. i wAs melting eVen though it wAs no where like wHat the sOng sounded.. haha!! but it waS tHe sWeetest soNg evEr.. :) he tried tO escape afTer promising tO sing fOr me maN.. heng my ex-boss sToppped him... muAHahha.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me love me deaR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. anyone wanna buy my carlo rino wristlet? its almost brand new la! used once or twice only =x i need a good caring owner for it.. i actually searched high and low for this colour cos it went OOS some time back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJuFTxUcI/AAAAAAAABGc/JA6xp-bDbmE/s1600-h/P260209_11.14%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJuFTxUcI/AAAAAAAABGc/JA6xp-bDbmE/s320/P260209_11.14%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307713954392396226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJuJ3282I/AAAAAAAABGU/mOuZwdIXWBU/s1600-h/P260209_11.21%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJuJ3282I/AAAAAAAABGU/mOuZwdIXWBU/s320/P260209_11.21%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307713955617502050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8245235015661916600?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8245235015661916600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8245235015661916600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8245235015661916600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8245235015661916600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-must-say-kel-is-sweetest-guy-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SajJf1H_53I/AAAAAAAABGM/aho47W-8lvM/s72-c/P270209_20.55.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4790801820625609880</id><published>2009-02-23T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:48:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a clienT maDe mY dAy (aGain) yeSt :) its really clients likE tHEse that maKes all the haRd wOrk wOrthwhile.. sOme tImes wHen i look aT mY pAycheck (or lack of) &amp; at mY dIary, i sEe sO maNy cases wHere i could have simply closed a DEAL and clinch a SALE instead of spenDing tIme really building a relationship, really understanding my client, trying to be a part of his/her life where everytime he/she faces a financial problem, the 1st person he/she think of is me.. i could hav upped my sales, closed the deal &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUT I DIDN"T&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i kept telling myself in the long run, that mindset is gonna be career suicide. its not what i set out as an advisor to do. so i stopped myself. its not difficult really.. i remind myself how disgusted i am when i see SALES PPLE (sorry i dun call them advisors.. we're not in the same league) grinning saying how they "MADE PPLE BUY STUFF".. it disgusts me.. MADE pple buy = they dun need it but i made them buy it anyhow.. zero ethics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, so that client, she's due to give birth nxt wk.. she got me to do full planning for her.. so i did.. it was a lot of paperwk (a stack to be precise) and quite some calculations and research, thinking LT and ST.. she accepted most of wat i proposed.. but being a little tight with budget this month, she asked if she cld pass me e $ end of the mth.. couple of days ago, she asked her hubby to tell me they're still a bit tight.. i smsed her directly tellin her not to worry abt the $ and we'll wait till the kiddo is here and they're settled dwn.. a baby costs money man! and they'll prob need a mth or so to plan their finances with the baby in mind.. also, they're my 1st friends to have a baby! so i'm naturally excited and i've begun to shop for the baby since like last month! and she knows cos kel told her.. haha.. anw so she replied me a really swt msg thanking me, and she says once her bag bursts she'll call me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy!! from a client to a friend, i think this is really wat i want to achieve.. its a life long relationship i want to build, not sales sales sales.. sales, if it comes, it comes.. its clients like these that keeps me going.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the one who gave me chicken essence at the roadshow, passed me coffee telling me to take a break, sent me a v.day card....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i'm not doing well.. i'm in the running for tHe tOp position among tHE handful of new guys in my tEAm.. as of now, i'm the top.. but there's not a moment to slack.. the runenr up is close on my heels.. haha.. but its good competition.. we still learn fr one another, sharing thoughts, etc.. its just that no fresh grads has EVER gotten the position of top rookie in our 10 years of history.. so it makes me wanna break the record.. besides, its usually my team's rookie who gets the prize.. no matter who wins, i hope the person is my teammate if not me.. :) we hav 8 more months to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4790801820625609880?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4790801820625609880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4790801820625609880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4790801820625609880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4790801820625609880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/client-made-my-day-again-yest-its.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-9114002932716301954</id><published>2009-02-18T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:38:58.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pOst v.daY 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SZuPus8ho2I/AAAAAAAABF0/HF_4pkkmNOY/s1600-h/100_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SZuPus8ho2I/AAAAAAAABF0/HF_4pkkmNOY/s320/100_0279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303991018660668258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hAd tHe 'bEstest' v.dAy eVer.. laZy tO loAD mOre picS sInce i've uploaded tHem tO fAcebOok aLready.. buT tHis v.dAy prOved sOmething tO me.. it dIdn feEl wAy tOo dIfferenT fRom hoW wE usuaLLy fEel wHen wE hang ouT tOgEther.. of cOs, aMbiance wAs beTter, blah blah blah but jUst btwN tHe 2 of uS, tHe fEeling is aS gOod aS uSual.. sO its tRue.. iF u're with tHe rIght person, eVerydAy is vAlentines' dAy.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNw, i've reAlly got tO tHank kEl fOr rEally putting in eFfort intO plAnning fOr v.daY.. it wAS a sUrprise.. aNd kel was mUmbling tO hImself tHat nIght.. "we've haD meaLs in tHe aIr, mEals on laNd aNd meaLs on tHe sEa.. sHit.. wHat eLse cAn i plaN nxt tHat'll be better tHan all tHese? tIme tO rAck mY braIns.." haha.. bUt i sAY, aNywhere wIth tHe BF is tHe beSt plaCe tO be.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe cRuise tHing wAs reAllY fUn.. bUt some iDiot (dunno whether he was trying to be funny) dedicated the tHeme sOng fRom TITANIC to his wIfe.. pls la.. cRuise? tItanic? *shiver* thankfully nothing went wrong lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perphaps we weRe in tHe mOod fOr fun that nIght.. wE voluntEered tO plaY a gAme in fRont of sO many ppl.. 4 couples.. tHe ladies simply had to hold a mug but the guys haD tO dO tIe a rope aRnd their wAist w a tEnnis bAll hAnging neAr tHeir whereeveR and try to swing it into the mUg.. pretty obscene iF u asK me but in the naMe of fUn, wHy not? aNw we wOn tHe gaMe. b4 the gAme, the 4 participating couples weRe asKed hOw long we've been tOgether and we happened to be the "oldest" couple on stage.. lol.. but the swtest was this couple who got together on that day!so they were like.. "er.. we've been together for... er.. we started today.." wOo~ all of us clapped like there was no tml.. lol.. sO cOol cAN?!?! *aWw~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oH.. aNd aMaxingly wE weRe nomInated fOr tHe best dRessed cOuple cOntest.. bUT, we haD tO dANce! peNgz.. keL can'T daNce fOr nUts la! sO i dId a foOl pRoof coUple dAnce w hIm.. haha sHall nOt revEal wHat i tot of.. it sAved ouR dAnce fRom being puKe-worthy at leAst.. haha.. 3rd prIze.. :) good eNuf la... &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i haV a reAlly swt client.. i believe i wRote abt him a fEw posts b4.. he paSsed me cHicken essence aNd coffee, sincerely tEllin me tO take caRe dUring tHe roadsHow.. meT up w him couple of wKs bacK.. he shAred a lot abt life w me.. and he sent me a v.daY caRD! posted tO mY wK place.. sIghz.. sWeet isn't it?! actually i've been pretty lucky.. ppl i've met are nIce.. well at least not outright nasty.. i've beEn really lucky.. like just laSt nIght, i went fOr a sEminar hosted by a fUnd house w 3 clients.. as i was leaving, i noticed this guy behind me was looking at me and smiled at me so i smiled back.. later at the lobby, i met a colleague so i spoke w him for a while and he waS jUst telling me its a gOod place tO network aNd i wAs tHinking wHether i've jusT missed a cHance tO speak to someone wHo may be able to share w me knowledge aBt investment eVen if he didn end up being my client.. so i was wondering opeNly wHen.. TA DAH! he walked twds me aNd said hello! so i hello-ed back and we started chatting.. indeed.. he's a veteren in investing but more towards shares and property rather than funds.. and so we chatted.. :) nice.. i'm really grateful that i've been able to meet nIce pple wHo dun mInd sHaring idEAs aNd experiences w me.. tHese precious intangible sTuff will deFinately fOllow me wHereever i gO in tHe fUture =D *shouts* I LOVE MY JOB!!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-9114002932716301954?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9114002932716301954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=9114002932716301954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/9114002932716301954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/9114002932716301954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-vday-2009.html' title='pOst v.daY 2009'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SZuPus8ho2I/AAAAAAAABF0/HF_4pkkmNOY/s72-c/100_0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3481746758778916124</id><published>2009-02-12T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:00:58.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>本来已经渐渐遗忘。。本来。。&lt;br /&gt;是他在我面前出现。。不是我要去找的。。真的。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过了这么多年。。怎么。。怎么可能？怎么可能感觉一点都没有变？怎么可能？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一定要忘记。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记忘记。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3481746758778916124?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3481746758778916124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3481746758778916124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3481746758778916124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3481746758778916124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1227134094702138746</id><published>2009-01-29T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:58:52.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past couple of wks hav been really rough sailing for kel &amp; i.. it got a little too dramatic such that i began to doubt whether i was living my own life or did i accidentally entered someone else's life.. but its in times like these that i recall and appreciate what zijun once said.. "患难中的爱情才珍贵"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1227134094702138746?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1227134094702138746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1227134094702138746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1227134094702138746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1227134094702138746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/past-couple-of-wks-hav-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-2839960010488248357</id><published>2009-01-12T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:31:47.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i paRticipatEd in tHe 50+ exHibition lasT wEekeNd.. in cOnjunction wiTh tHe 50+ exhibition, we were sUpposeD tO pRomote eLdersHield but of cOs wE weRen't resTricted tO eldershield. It is indeed a gOod plan in the seNse tHat tHE premium is lOcked in. Meaning, premIum dOesn't incRease. HoWever tHis means thAt tHose in tHeir laTe 50s aND 60s wLd find it eXpensive.. aLso, its a caShless plan. It usEs medIsave wHich is mOney tHat cAn't be tOuched aNw.. bUt i dIgressed.. i mEt plEnty of ppl, had meaningful convErsatIons wiTh maNy ppl too.. haD some memorable moments.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oNe uNcle lOved baCkpacKing sO we aCtually cHatted fOr abt aN hour, 1/2 the tIme abOut backpacKing and 1/2 the tIme on rEtirement plaNNing.. hE aSked me aLong fOr a tAlk by Wu Wei Cai abt baCkpacKing! i dId sO waNt tO gO but cLdn leavE as i waS wKing.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNother uNcle aSked me wAt our cO. dOes.. sO i mEntioned pTe wEAlth mAnagement.. aNd he immediately teSted mY knoWLedge.. "if i gAve u oNe mIllion uSd tO maNage, wAt wld u dO wiTh it? i waNt caPital pRotection." mY 1st tot was "wAit.. dId mY boSs sEnd hIm here tO teSt me?" highly possible wOr! cOs cOincidentally nOn of mY teammates weRe preSent. nO onE tO hlp me out.. i waS no mY own.. dO or dIe babY.. but i guEss it tUrned ouT ok.. if it wAs a tEst, i thInk i sCored a B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNother uNcle i sPoke tO tUrned out tO be tHe excOlleague of oNe of mY co's mgr.. -_- henG i dIdn't sprout nonsense.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oF cos i meT mY sHare of naSty ppl.. bUt thAnkfully tHey weRE raRe.. onlY one made me feel upseT.. tHis uNcle wAs uSing "doctor font" wHen he wRote hIs nAme.. it waS an uncommon english naMe.. i've nevEr seen it in mY life anD neIther haD mY colleagUes.. sO i politely asKed hIm hOw i sHld address hIm, he sTared aT me fR heaD tO tOe aNd sHouted "u caN't reAD enGlish aH?!" he den caNcelled hIs naMe aNd wRote it aGain angrily. dEn, he pRoceeded tO fill in hIs eMail. sO i prObed "sOrry uncLe, but is it convenient fOr me tO havE ur cOntact nUmber?" he replied curtly "EMAIL!" tHrew tHe peN on tHe taBLe aNd leFt. -_-" nOw, hOw oN eArth dId i oFfend hIm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bUt tHe hIghlight of tHis eXhibition mUst be tHis reaLLy nIce cUstomer of mIne.. meT him on sAt. he wAs kEen in tHe eldersHield but wLd like tO complete papeRwk only aFter cHinese new year.. sO aFter we fInished tHe dIscussion, i sTood up tO sHake hIs haNd.. he went "omG! ur haNds arE sO cold!" "yeah its preTty cold here.. i've been sTand here the wHole daY! haha.." he urged me to take caRe of mYself saYing i lOok wEak.. tHE next daY, he caMe tO tHE eXhibition aGain aNd passed mE one boTtle of cHicken eSsence! sO sWeet! mAny of my colleagueS sAw it aNd tHey all wEnt "aWw~ sO swT! wHy ur client sO nIce one!!" i wAs sO tOuched! eVen thou thE cHicken eSsence wAs fRom prudential (cos they were giving it out as free gift for those who queued to play some games) but it was a really niCe tHought.. i wAs sO moTivated esP after mEeting tHat sTrange uncLe wHo asKed me wHether i cld reaD english.. but thats not the end! he weNt tO participaTe in some aCtivities for the elderly aNd aFter a while, he caMe baCk wIth 2 cANs of coffee for me, a carrier aNd some sCreen fOr cars.. he pusHed tHem in my hands sAying he has tOo manY of tHese fReebies.. aWw~ aGain, mY colleagues went "aaAww~ sO sWeet!!" lol! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SWriqE1DRoI/AAAAAAAABEo/b0fjn1Ga8zs/s1600-h/P120109_09.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SWriqE1DRoI/AAAAAAAABEo/b0fjn1Ga8zs/s320/P120109_09.14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289924778706562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess fOr eVery naSty client out there there mUst be oNe nIce client i can relate to.. like wat my senior said, he seldom face rejections cos he only hlp those who want to hlp themselves. its like tuition. why shld i spend so much effort hlping those whO dUn bother tO wk hard? wHy shld i waste my eNergy and brain cells poring over caShflows, analysing portfolios of those who aRe non believErs of fInancial plaNning (if they even have a portfolio for me to analyse.. wat portfolio? jst hope their financial health isn in shambles)? i'll do my duty to educate tHem on the imptce of long term planning.. but will not hound and pester. cos i'm not a sAlesperson. i'm not an insurance aGent either.. wHy shld i be cHasing aFter ppl wHo insUlt mY profEssion?  i'm nOt a sAleswOman.. i'm a pRofessional IFA.. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SWrifNBhdCI/AAAAAAAABEg/eacG6O05Qm4/s1600-h/P120109_10.32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SWrifNBhdCI/AAAAAAAABEg/eacG6O05Qm4/s320/P120109_10.32.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290289737999938594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNw kEl wAs reaLly sWeet.. he cAme dWn tO supporT me boTh daYs tOwarDs tHe eNd. tHink he knOws i haTe ppl tO disturb me wHen i wk sO he only came tWds tHe end.. :p aNw on tHe 2nd dAy, he bought me a little sOft tOy aNd a cArd tO encouraGe me.. aWw~ aNd maSsaged mY legS fOr me.. mAn.. i lOve hIm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-2839960010488248357?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2839960010488248357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=2839960010488248357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2839960010488248357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2839960010488248357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-participated-in-50-exhibition-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SWriqE1DRoI/AAAAAAAABEo/b0fjn1Ga8zs/s72-c/P120109_09.14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7780780190878125648</id><published>2009-01-07T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:35:06.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the 7th already! sPent mY nEw yeAR eVe w kEl @ Keppel @ Marina.. was a very impromtu thing.. was to go esplanade originally den we decided to join his frens at Bali Villa DEN we decided to sTay at kEppel.. -_-" but i think it was a pretty good choice.. the place was not crowded, cld see 3 areas of fire wks &amp; THERE WAS NO JAM ON THE WAY HOME!! wOoSH! thAT must be the bEst paRt.. lol.. no la actually the best part was viewing firewks w mY deaR aND being w him at the 1st sec of 09 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wK has beeN fIne.. i'm grAdually aDapting tO tHe idEa of haVing sCheming ppl arnd me, adapTing tO tHe faCt tHat tHe wKing wOrld is rEally a wAR zOne.. i neaRly gOt killed jUst yeST.. jUSt yest.. but i suRvived.. unsCathe.. tHankfully.. sHall be mOre cAreful nExt tIme.. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7780780190878125648?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7780780190878125648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7780780190878125648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7780780190878125648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7780780190878125648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-7th-already-spent-my-new-year-eve-w.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8797764165192340064</id><published>2008-12-27T16:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:06:55.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I prOmised Audrey i'll blog about cHristmas lights tHis year sO i will :) actually i didn't really take pics of too may places.. mostly along orchard road, at tangs, at AMK hub &amp; at Centrepoint.. i didn't really like AMK's deco.. their theme was more looney tunes than christmas.. i like tangs the most.. centrepoint was too bright and of cos too hot to walk along not to mention too much of a waste of electricity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu-VZQXjI/AAAAAAAABCA/oucgJaZVN74/s1600-h/P051208_22.34%5B04%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu-VZQXjI/AAAAAAAABCA/oucgJaZVN74/s320/P051208_22.34%5B04%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284392492451520050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu9x-s8nI/AAAAAAAABB4/98Vwh8-MF9o/s1600-h/P051208_22.34%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu9x-s8nI/AAAAAAAABB4/98Vwh8-MF9o/s320/P051208_22.34%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284392482944905842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu9UHwZyI/AAAAAAAABBw/5i9oe4l9cqc/s1600-h/P051208_22.34%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu9UHwZyI/AAAAAAAABBw/5i9oe4l9cqc/s320/P051208_22.34%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284392474929817378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Tree mde with bears!  @ Taka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu89t3KgI/AAAAAAAABBo/L1YeDOHqm9E/s1600-h/P161108_16.19.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu89t3KgI/AAAAAAAABBo/L1YeDOHqm9E/s320/P161108_16.19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284392468915628546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXwAU1dKaI/AAAAAAAABCg/5bdJew7Od4Q/s1600-h/P071108_21.09%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXwAU1dKaI/AAAAAAAABCg/5bdJew7Od4Q/s320/P071108_21.09%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284393626172729762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Orchard Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXwAFkbqEI/AAAAAAAABCY/ux78OZzRWo4/s1600-h/P051208_22.55%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXwAFkbqEI/AAAAAAAABCY/ux78OZzRWo4/s320/P051208_22.55%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284393622074796098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXv_vLrpzI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Jwj_nZEZang/s1600-h/P051208_22.53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXv_vLrpzI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Jwj_nZEZang/s320/P051208_22.53.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284393616065406770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXxRB2wCfI/AAAAAAAABCo/qSRjy1Nr1Go/s1600-h/P111108_20.51%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXxRB2wCfI/AAAAAAAABCo/qSRjy1Nr1Go/s320/P111108_20.51%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284395012647291378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A badly taken pic of AMK hub.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXv_fcVJzI/AAAAAAAABCI/Bdc2coWF1I4/s1600-h/P031208_20.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXv_fcVJzI/AAAAAAAABCI/Bdc2coWF1I4/s320/P031208_20.17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284393611840268082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centrepoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXxRgIc_hI/AAAAAAAABC4/tpwbsgQUG7I/s1600-h/P111108_20.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXxRgIc_hI/AAAAAAAABC4/tpwbsgQUG7I/s320/P111108_20.49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284395020774604306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXxRY3XdkI/AAAAAAAABCw/ItWeskigC-c/s1600-h/P111108_20.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXxRY3XdkI/AAAAAAAABCw/ItWeskigC-c/s320/P111108_20.51.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284395018823890498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Central&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXylt4bayI/AAAAAAAABDI/Yzv-yTlzkU0/s1600-h/P041208_21.43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXylt4bayI/AAAAAAAABDI/Yzv-yTlzkU0/s320/P041208_21.43.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284396467574500130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXylOzdWDI/AAAAAAAABDA/koX-hEhXTCI/s1600-h/P091208_18.41%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXylOzdWDI/AAAAAAAABDA/koX-hEhXTCI/s320/P091208_18.41%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284396459232155698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mY 1st cHristmas w mY deARie.. cHristmas eVe we haD dinner aT House - Barracks.. pls lor in no way did it resemble a barrack.. -_- misleading name.. but fOod aNd ambIence wAs gOod.. we haD tHe mini burgers &amp; the Metre lOng sAusage.. the burgers caMe w REALLY NICE friEs &amp; frIed swEet potato sticks.. i tot fries are fries.. but no.. other than the fact that they used sea salt instead of normal salt, the white truffle oil they sprinkled over the fries made a hell of difference.. trust me.. the best part was, both kel &amp; i like our fries soggy or at least not hard.. all their fries were consistantly not hard nor over soggy.. yay!! pIctures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2X4F7KdI/AAAAAAAABDo/_1tt2p_4vxM/s1600-h/P241208_19.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2X4F7KdI/AAAAAAAABDo/_1tt2p_4vxM/s320/P241208_19.08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284400627843803602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2XtrxmiI/AAAAAAAABDg/tBkLM6gMS7c/s1600-h/P241208_19.04%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2XtrxmiI/AAAAAAAABDg/tBkLM6gMS7c/s320/P241208_19.04%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284400625049770530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2Xo4FRkI/AAAAAAAABDY/4zm3Hto9wRQ/s1600-h/P241208_19.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2Xo4FRkI/AAAAAAAABDY/4zm3Hto9wRQ/s320/P241208_19.04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284400623759214146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2XK9tUNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/LI5WaolliiU/s1600-h/P241208_18.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX2XK9tUNI/AAAAAAAABDQ/LI5WaolliiU/s320/P241208_18.28.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284400615729746130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3Ck7yn2I/AAAAAAAABEI/zXnsg3fGtcU/s1600-h/P241208_20.45%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3Ck7yn2I/AAAAAAAABEI/zXnsg3fGtcU/s320/P241208_20.45%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284401361435402082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3CTz3acI/AAAAAAAABEA/1FkeqnhOhrg/s1600-h/P241208_19.11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3CTz3acI/AAAAAAAABEA/1FkeqnhOhrg/s320/P241208_19.11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284401356838758850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3B1_n9zI/AAAAAAAABD4/7ifPrXChU3w/s1600-h/P241208_19.13%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3B1_n9zI/AAAAAAAABD4/7ifPrXChU3w/s320/P241208_19.13%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284401348835014450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3BljUMTI/AAAAAAAABDw/omS-uMbjqH4/s1600-h/P241208_19.13.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX3BljUMTI/AAAAAAAABDw/omS-uMbjqH4/s320/P241208_19.13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284401344421310770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted tO get tHe guy a tIe for hIs new joB / christmas bUt cLdn't find anything nIce.. doeSn anyone wEArs a down-to-earth good quality PLAIN black tie anymore? man.. anW i madE hIm a gIft insTead.. maDe hIm an aNgel &amp; a cHristmaS tRee.. placEd it in a biG caRton &amp; told him its damn fRagile.. he held it precociously while i laughed gleefully inside.. lol!! hee.. but i will get thE guy a tie.. the dEArie wAs sWt.. he got me something usEful &amp; nIce.. A Tiffany pen..i'm gOnna cloSe maNy mAny mAny deALs w it!! ROAR!!! nah.. i hope so only.. lol!! caN someone teLL me how they tie the ribbon SO nicely? i KNEW i'll never bring it back to its original state so i took a pic to yan jiu how it gets done.. but actually i was more touched by the cArd.. ".. i love you more everyday..." that, got my heart.. :) i dun wan to love someone or be loved in a way that it becomes a habit not bcos the feeling is still there.. i wan to and want him to fall in love w me and me with him, everyday... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX7GQnaKvI/AAAAAAAABEY/vmMXyhG9S_U/s1600-h/P241208_17.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX7GQnaKvI/AAAAAAAABEY/vmMXyhG9S_U/s320/P241208_17.58.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284405822747192050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX7GE79DhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/X4qtrcG9Yfc/s1600-h/P251208_12.42%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVX7GE79DhI/AAAAAAAABEQ/X4qtrcG9Yfc/s320/P251208_12.42%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284405819612139026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf abt cHristmas.. its really great haVing a bf who wks in the cosmetics line.. too bad he's leaving.. but since its greener pastures i've got no complains :) i still hav kakis to hlp me buy staff priced make up &amp; skin care.. but.. thats staff price.. w kel arnd, he gets SO MUCH OF THEM FREE!! grr.. if i'd majored in marketing i'll have chionged for an interview w his co.. just the make up &amp; skin care freebies alone makes me happy.. lol!! but not wking for a specific brand has the biggest advantage.. u get freebies fr various brands.. and yest, he came to pick me w 3 large bags of excess stocks.. "er i ask the boss wat to do w them since i'm leaving ma she say we all share share take home lo" tada! ech person in the office went home w at least a big bag of free goodies! some of which are not for sale in SG!! *faintZ* i picked wat i need &amp; he took the rest home.. basically if all these stuff dun expire, i think i hav enuf lippy to last me 5-6 years &amp; enuf facial stuff to last me 1.5 yrs n enuf eye make up incl shadow, liner, mascara etc to last me 2 yrs &amp; enuf perfume to last me many many years!! yay!! but they all expire one day in the near future.. damn.. i want to give them to frens so as not to waste but in my excitement i always try them on! thats the worst part.. and i dun think its hygenic to give away anymore :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8797764165192340064?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8797764165192340064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8797764165192340064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8797764165192340064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8797764165192340064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-promised-audrey-ill-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SVXu-VZQXjI/AAAAAAAABCA/oucgJaZVN74/s72-c/P051208_22.34%5B04%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8016701286131865483</id><published>2008-12-14T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:34:35.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe everYthing haS beEn wRong fRoM tHe sTart.. it has been an unexpectedly rough journey.. unexpectedly unlUcky.. i hate to aCcrue thIngs tO luck.. bUt.. i really cAn't see a reaSon bEhind all these seRies of hurdles.. i'm trying very haRd not tO let tHings pull mE dOwn.. but i fEel sO aLone.. in tHis line tHere are tOo manY sEcrets i hav tO keeP sUch that i can't talk abt a lot of things tHat maKe me upset.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very very upset..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:_(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8016701286131865483?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8016701286131865483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8016701286131865483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8016701286131865483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8016701286131865483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-everything-has-been-wrong-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8987226371460573689</id><published>2008-12-08T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:47:29.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i met up w 2 fabulous ppl.. one on thurs one on sat.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/STzBNiwgJjI/AAAAAAAABBg/zT-z9x3CAHY/s1600-h/P061208_15.31%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/STzBNiwgJjI/AAAAAAAABBg/zT-z9x3CAHY/s320/P061208_15.31%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277305301784077874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/STzBNeW-w0I/AAAAAAAABBY/Mk7KfTFVGVQ/s1600-h/P04-12-08_21.46.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/STzBNeW-w0I/AAAAAAAABBY/Mk7KfTFVGVQ/s320/P04-12-08_21.46.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277305300603290434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both are great company.. both are fellow cedarians.. with clarissa, we talked abt life, tots, jobs, beliefs and the future.. with koon, it was a lot of reminiscing &amp; catching up on each other's lives.. both were good and satisfying outings.. :) it made me a happy girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8987226371460573689?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8987226371460573689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8987226371460573689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8987226371460573689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8987226371460573689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-met-up-w-2-fabulous-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/STzBNiwgJjI/AAAAAAAABBg/zT-z9x3CAHY/s72-c/P061208_15.31%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5961414531397873284</id><published>2008-12-05T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:08:34.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uLtimaTe unlUckinEss! :_( i jUst blogged abt how excited i am to meet my 1st prospect this evening and TADA! he drOpped hIs pHone into tHe toileT aND gOtta gO fIx it.. tHAts not the wOrse.. tHe worse is he'll be oveRsEAs nxt wK!!! ARGH... uLtimate dIsaPpointment.. no wonder mY manaGer saId tO survive tHis industry i have to be mEntally sTrong.. gR.. mY heart has tO be sTrOng tOo.. henG i hav other appt next wk else i'll really be sitting there slapping flies.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5961414531397873284?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5961414531397873284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5961414531397873284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5961414531397873284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5961414531397873284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultimate-unluckiness-i-just-blogged-abt.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3569719231589284581</id><published>2008-12-05T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:48:08.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mEeting mY 1ST pRospect laTer in tHe eVening! i'm so eXcited yET neRvous aT tHe sAme tIme.. i dUn wannA sCrew up like leaVE a baD impreSSion oR sOmething.. but he's an ex colleague so shld be easier right? *sHiver* bAsically tOday i'll need tO gAther inFo only aNd gO bk oFfice aND dO reSearcH.. shld be ok.. buT i'm sTill nErvous.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNw mEt up w cLarissa yeSt! maN.. it wAs a gReat eVening.. fOod waS gOod, coMpany wAS gReat.. waTs not tO like? :D wHen we weRe yOung, we tOt friends were simply pplE wHom wE kNew aNd weRe fRiendly tO us.. later in life, we rEalise fRienDs are ppl wHo sTick by uS tHRough tHiCk aNd tHin &amp; yeaRs dwn tHe rOAd, nO maTTer how wE cHange, tHose wHO sTill aCcept us aNd gRow w uS aRe cAlled fRiends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mY colleaGues wEre sHaring w me how SOME of tHEir frens dIsappear aFter knoWing tHey wk in tHis line.. i told mY manAger abt it.. i told him its a mAin concErn of mIne.. he said "it happens to me too.. u see, some ppl can't say no. they feel bad rejecting you. but the funny thing is, i dun pester! so they actually just need to say 'i dun think i wan to do financial planning now' or 'i'm not ready for financial planning' or 'nah.. maybe next time' or simply 'no la dun wan la' and i'll tk it fr there but it happens.. on the bright side, fr this u can filter who ur real frens are.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he makes seNse.. the last tHing i waN tO see is tHat mY fREns avoid me bcOs of mY job.. i think i'll rather be sacked tHan lOse ppl i loVE.. sO mY dEAr fRens, if i evEr approach you and ask whether u wan to do financial planning, pls just tell me right in the face if u dun wan to and lets keep the friendship going.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftEr like 5 days into tHis IFA thing, i realised we are a misunderstood bunch.. we're not insurance agents but to many ppl its the same.. we're not sales pple.. but to a lot others its the same! and i know just where the problem is.. the few black sheeps that spoil the market! i can't broadcast it here... but there aRE (few, but there exists) planners wHo value $ more than clients neeDs.. they may or may not hav been in this line for long.. but in my opinion they totally spoil the uniqueness of our job! so how are they different fr sales pple? it brings me back tO thOse G.P days.. ethical issues.. whats right and whats wrong? is there really a clear line? perphaps not.. but a few more dollars (ok maybe more than a few dollars) vs a guilt-free conscience? they can do it.. but i can't.. i'll be sleepless knowing that the client didn get the best value that we cld hav offered him/her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not up to me to dictate wat other advisors can or cannot do.. like wat one of my teachers used to say, "u can't ctrl the weather but u can ctrl ur mood. u can't ctrl pple arnd u, but u can ctrl how u react towards them. u can't ctrl other ppl's behaviours, but u can ctrl ur own.." it depresses me to sEe them like that.. thankfully they are the minority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it serves as a wake up call to me.. Do i want to see myself like that? btwn benefits for clients and my commission.. i choose benefits for my clients.. commission wise, if i do my job well, bringing value to others truthfully, honestly &amp; w/o bias, which is wat we are supposed to do in the 1st place, even if i earn less, those are money that i receive happily knowing my clients are well protected financially, well prepared for their retirement, are growing their $$ comfortably, etc.. maybe at the end of the day i wldn even earn enuf to keep myself in this line but so wat? at least i can slp peacefully at night.. HM! *ROAR* XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3569719231589284581?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3569719231589284581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3569719231589284581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3569719231589284581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3569719231589284581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/meeting-my-1st-prospect-later-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7086954776305845081</id><published>2008-12-02T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:02:08.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'M lOving mY jOb. :) i honestly thiNk this platforM allows mE tO hlp ppl pLan tHeir finaNcial gOals.. and tHe flexible timE rEAlly sUits me.. i'm sO lOving it.. :) 2 daYs intO it.. i'm sTill a vERy nEw nEWbie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7086954776305845081?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7086954776305845081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7086954776305845081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7086954776305845081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7086954776305845081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-loving-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8671411185114947282</id><published>2008-11-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:14:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st day of wk tml! boy.. am i nervous! wIsh me lUck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8671411185114947282?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8671411185114947282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8671411185114947282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8671411185114947282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8671411185114947282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/1st-day-of-wk-tml-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5531214652263570144</id><published>2008-11-23T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:07:36.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wAS veRy haPpy thE pASt fEw dAys.. beEn prAwning, pOoling, fIsh sPa-ing, cOffee-ing, meETing up w old fRens, etc.. bUt aM nOw vEry upsEt.. :( nO idEA wHy thingS are sO cOmplicAted.. oR aM i THe oNE wHO tHinks tOO simplistically? wHy bOther abt wAt oThers sAY?wHy botHer abt wHat otHErs' tHink? aM i tOo dAring oR aRe u tOo tImid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eYes aRE pretty sWollen fRom cRying.. sO tIred.. i'm paSt cAring abT hOw sTrangErs sEe me.. bUt u'rE mOre tHan tWice mY aGe aNd u sTill cAre.. y? aNd its nOt even aBt u.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNd itS nOt jUSt lASt nIght's dRAma.. bUt eVerything tHAt has haPPened maDe me cRave liVing on my oWn.. i sO badly wAnt tHAt.. sO badly wAnt tO gO awaY.. for a lOng tIme.. i did mY beSt. bUt mY bEst is nOt enoUgh.. mAybe i reALLY shld gO awaY.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aM alSo doubting mY cHoice of cAreer eVen b4 i sTart.. wHo knOws wAt tHe fuTUre holds? tO tAke tHis gAmble or nOt? jiu jiu sAys tHe beSt or nOthing. tOp 5 in a list of 20 is not good enuf.. tHe best is IPP.. sO shld i eVn tRY jUmping? i alr hav frens heRe.. nOrmal 9-5 job oR tHis? i haven even stArted aNd  i'm wOrrying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5531214652263570144?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5531214652263570144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5531214652263570144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5531214652263570144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5531214652263570144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/was-very-happy-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4440991543188795776</id><published>2008-11-10T22:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:26:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqS0XhSiWI/AAAAAAAABBQ/L32aA9FN_3g/s1600-h/P111108_13.19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqS0XhSiWI/AAAAAAAABBQ/L32aA9FN_3g/s320/P111108_13.19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267684142527711586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Begger and the Banker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a banker who would regularly drop a coin in a beggar's cup. Unlinke most people, the banker would insist on receiving one of he pencils the beggar had with him. The banker would say, "You are a merchant and I always expect to receive good value from the merchants with whom I do business." One day thebeggar was gone. Some years later, the bnker walked by a concesion stand and there was the former begger, now a shop keeper. The shopkeeper said, "I always hoped you might come by some day. You are largely responsible for me being here. You kept telling me that I was a merhant. I started thinking of myself that way. Instead of a beggar receiving gifts, I started selling pencils, lots of them. You gave me self-respect and caused me to look at myself differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside each person is the desire to achieve something, to be somebody. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHere waS a sAle at cLubmArc.. i sPent aLmost an hOur inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqS0AN5YYI/AAAAAAAABBI/T8mZjBYT5vE/s1600-h/P121108_00.17%5B01%5D.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqS0AN5YYI/AAAAAAAABBI/T8mZjBYT5vE/s320/P121108_00.17%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267684136272355714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oH.. hOw i've sInned!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm mArried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqD7T5f3iI/AAAAAAAABAY/yG1Rm8r5JpY/s1600-h/j2V3CTlyYjwv7oFo10oSGg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqD7T5f3iI/AAAAAAAABAY/yG1Rm8r5JpY/s320/j2V3CTlyYjwv7oFo10oSGg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267667769140174370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aLso becAme poSter girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMXkMoTbI/AAAAAAAABAg/bsobfzhocdo/s1600-h/_cwq-MR1WfqCQ2ugarqaPQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMXkMoTbI/AAAAAAAABAg/bsobfzhocdo/s320/_cwq-MR1WfqCQ2ugarqaPQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677050644745650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den some fAmous pAinter pAinted mY potRait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMXt8elqI/AAAAAAAABAo/--IpivgpdgM/s1600-h/IQ2haRDnkJ3VlvDXMPQabQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMXt8elqI/AAAAAAAABAo/--IpivgpdgM/s320/IQ2haRDnkJ3VlvDXMPQabQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677053261354658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cAn sEe mE on billboARds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMYObCpxI/AAAAAAAABAw/9luCVr7itoY/s1600-h/ia5I3KhM5oBcmUF1x0HTzA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMYObCpxI/AAAAAAAABAw/9luCVr7itoY/s320/ia5I3KhM5oBcmUF1x0HTzA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677061979481874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mOst imptly i noW haVe mY oWn lIne of fRagrAnces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMYG2wm0I/AAAAAAAABA4/BbJN1DYrCxY/s1600-h/_EsIB19rJd7HLZ7yQmX8xw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqMYG2wm0I/AAAAAAAABA4/BbJN1DYrCxY/s320/_EsIB19rJd7HLZ7yQmX8xw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267677059948256066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bUt thAts not enouGh foR tHe ambitIous mE! i fElt tHe neEd tO be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqN59PZZeI/AAAAAAAABBA/3LOQX5cCgA0/s1600-h/EwxO1bXi-cluIEgqLwLynA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqN59PZZeI/AAAAAAAABBA/3LOQX5cCgA0/s320/EwxO1bXi-cluIEgqLwLynA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267678740994418146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cAn dO aLL tHese tOo! no.. no need tO wk hArd.. just gO tO http://www.photofunia.com/ for a cHeap tHrill. pHotos not included. wAhaha! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4440991543188795776?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4440991543188795776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4440991543188795776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4440991543188795776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4440991543188795776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/begger-and-banker-there-was-banker-who.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRqS0XhSiWI/AAAAAAAABBQ/L32aA9FN_3g/s72-c/P111108_13.19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7426074635680680430</id><published>2008-11-08T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:08:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hAD my lasT paper yesTerday. :) International Monetary Economics.. The thing about 2hr papers is that from e moment the invigilator says start till the moment she says time's up, u can't stop writing.. its basically a writing marathon.. for 3hr papers at least i still have time to drink water.. 2hr papers? well i only have time to glance at the clock periodically.. and after scribbling like hell all i can do now is to pray that the marker understands my barely legible handwriting.. um.. ops? anw its aLL oVEr! afTer the papeR, kel and i went to eat shiOk mAki.. oh yes.. AUDREY!!! I HAVE BAD NEWS!!!! SHIOK MAKI HAS SHRUNK IN SIZE!!!! its like HALF its original sIze!!! aH.. disaPPOINtmentSSSS!!! gOsh.. i wAs sO sHocked when they sErved it yesT! i was like wondering "where's the other half?" sIgh.. now that its smaller, the only good thing that came out of it is that its easier to put it whole in your mouth.. but it takes the fun out of eating it.. GRRRR... i toOk pics but its still in my phone.. sighz.. but their sowrdfish sashimi is pretty good :) oh well.. with rising pRices i guess thats what theY HAVE to do (maybe.. but i'm not really convinced that they HAVE to do that.. its half the size! HALF! *eyEs wide in disbelief*) :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wIll be dropping bY tEa cHapter laTer.. rem the 1st time i went there waS with Clarissa.. Its a nICe quiet place tO talk, read, play board games and simply rest &amp; recharge.. :) mIss that girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yEst kEl and i went tO lUcky plaza's arcade.. that place holds memories.. bishy bashy is just different without the girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7426074635680680430?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7426074635680680430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7426074635680680430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7426074635680680430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7426074635680680430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-my-last-paper-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-5894807118672579082</id><published>2008-11-06T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:19:48.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRLEkjk_HeI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MLrTPwNbgD4/s1600-h/Oblivion__by_DafoeofLenin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRLEkjk_HeI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MLrTPwNbgD4/s320/Oblivion__by_DafoeofLenin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265487046654238178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, marketing exam's over too.. As i got off the bus today on the way to school, i suddenly realised how old i seem compared to the majority of the students.. I think i still prefer going to school at night where there are many working adults bustling about.. haha.. in comparison, i feel younger.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighz.. has it really been three years ALREADY?? i still remember wHen i waS a freshie.. enthu abt sch, den in my second year, i was dying to graduate.. not because i hate school but simply because there is so much more to life than mugging and chasing after that piece of paper.. there are so many more things i wanna do.. so many more things to learn and to experience.. yet the bulk of my time is linked to school. Still, i like my course of study.. i like knowing the management aspect, i LOVE my major and i enjoy my minor.. in the blink of an eye, I'm a senior in school.. juniors ask me how to study this how to pass that.. just like how i tried to ask MY seniors then... when i wasn't busy with school, i was at tuition or guitar.. mostly tuition.. i'll always remember how i foolishly took on so many students in sem 4.. the killer semester.. and i naively tot that sem 4 was like any other semester and that if i could do 3 sems why can't i do this too? i can't remember how many projs i had that sem.. 9? 10? or more? around there anw.. and a handful of tests too.. how did i survive with 5 students that time? with some of them asking for tuitions twice a week.. and guitar classes! i remember telling myself over and over again "i am supergirl i am supergirl" as if telling myself that could make me stronger.. i dunno whether chanting that made me stronger but having passed throught that sem unscathed (except for a few minor injuries i.e only two distinctions) i know stress  can't kill me. i'm bigger than that.. (ROAR! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, there's the friendship forged through these 3 years.. :) enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's my last paper as an undergrad.. i'll be back for more studying definately.. in areas that interest me, in areas that hlp me with my career etc.. but still.. i think i'm starting to miss school already.. damn.. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5894807118672579082?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5894807118672579082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5894807118672579082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5894807118672579082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5894807118672579082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-marketing-exams-over-too.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SRLEkjk_HeI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MLrTPwNbgD4/s72-c/Oblivion__by_DafoeofLenin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4905344672571639550</id><published>2008-11-02T13:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:39:45.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bEfore wE wEnt tO sTudy, wE wENt tO iKea tO sAtisfy sOme cRAvings.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hIFwKkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/wjPf68OrLKo/s1600-h/P311008_10.55%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hIFwKkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/wjPf68OrLKo/s320/P311008_10.55%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263928979759311426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aND aFter sAtisfying cRavings, wE had eNergy tO dO cRAzy sTuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hR9M3xI/AAAAAAAAA_g/E-_gmTsd12s/s1600-h/P311008_11.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hR9M3xI/AAAAAAAAA_g/E-_gmTsd12s/s320/P311008_11.42.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263928982407798546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hfcdeiI/AAAAAAAAA_o/sCAgpDQKyTs/s1600-h/P311008_11.43.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/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hfcdeiI/AAAAAAAAA_o/sCAgpDQKyTs/s320/P311008_11.43.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263928986028571170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNd tHen its tIme tO mUg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hpWaK3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/YhCEU7T-7PU/s1600-h/P311008_17.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hpWaK3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/YhCEU7T-7PU/s320/P311008_17.26.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263928988687543154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNother cRaving!! satIsfied :) all tHanks tO mY dEAr wHo wAlked tO dunno wHere to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07jUT9OFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/iGu81YDJ2zE/s1600-h/P311008_16.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07jUT9OFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/iGu81YDJ2zE/s320/P311008_16.07.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263929017399851090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dEAr wAS exTremely sWt.. he wANted tO gIv mE a sUrprise.. but i fOund oUt abt it.. (ok sorry.. next tIme i'll act sTUpid k?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ09wAiS3KI/AAAAAAAABAA/Xv8OG1m6_TI/s1600-h/P311008_20.30%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ09wAiS3KI/AAAAAAAABAA/Xv8OG1m6_TI/s320/P311008_20.30%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263931434452835490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNd as aLways, piCs other pple take are nICer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ0-F74L80I/AAAAAAAABAI/i5qdyRMni3Y/s1600-h/45da_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ0-F74L80I/AAAAAAAABAI/i5qdyRMni3Y/s320/45da_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263931811159601986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its thE tOt tHat counts.. i'm rEAlly happy tO haVE someoNE who oCCasionally plants little sUrprises fOr nO rEason oTher tHAn waNting tO seE me sMile.. the little cArd tHat sinGs 'dun worry be happy' to cheer me up, the suPPer tHat he bought fOr me aFter nIght cLass, thE slide sHow tO kP me cOMpAny wHen he's out of tOwn, hlping me w mY projs, giving me ideaS fOr mY reporTs.. etc.. good enuf.. good enuf :) i'm very blessed tO haVe u.. &lt;em&gt;(ahem.. that doesn't mean u can slack! keep it up! ahem.. :p)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aCtually waT i eNjoy mOst is hIs company.. :) w hiM arnd its just enuf alr :) wE enJoy dOing the sAme rUbbish aNd tHinking sAme tOts.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kNow wHat tHey saY abt everyday being valeNtines dAy wHen u're w tHe right pERson? well, its tRue.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4905344672571639550?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4905344672571639550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4905344672571639550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4905344672571639550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4905344672571639550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-we-went-to-study-we-went-to-ikea.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQ07hIFwKkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/wjPf68OrLKo/s72-c/P311008_10.55%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4641101728559483496</id><published>2008-10-28T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:01:00.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQZx6WudOcI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Rg-1EcsVTuA/s1600-h/P261008_23.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQZx6WudOcI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Rg-1EcsVTuA/s320/P261008_23.25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262018461975787970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bcOs i sAid its a nIce sOng, he weNt tO e tRouble tO fInd a 12yrS old cd thaTs out of "pRint".. *hugz* if u kEep dOing tHings like tHis, u're gOnna sPoil mE.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQZyIREJQRI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/OmeV2j5SIDk/s1600-h/P261008_14.55.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQZyIREJQRI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/OmeV2j5SIDk/s320/P261008_14.55.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262018700974309650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rOar! i lOve u! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4641101728559483496?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4641101728559483496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4641101728559483496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4641101728559483496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4641101728559483496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/bcos-i-said-its-nice-song-he-went-to-e.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SQZx6WudOcI/AAAAAAAAA_I/Rg-1EcsVTuA/s72-c/P261008_23.25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-2161232717897395954</id><published>2008-10-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:56:57.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as always.. i start to doubt.. as always.. i can't conclude..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-2161232717897395954?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2161232717897395954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=2161232717897395954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2161232717897395954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/2161232717897395954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-always.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1234221471904008429</id><published>2008-10-21T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:17:26.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JH3bT92I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/jmQrmpyFyQM/s1600-h/P191008_19.11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JH3bT92I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/jmQrmpyFyQM/s320/P191008_19.11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259510708069201762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JIE268kI/AAAAAAAAA-g/XsGgHAFydPY/s1600-h/P191008_20.45%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JIE268kI/AAAAAAAAA-g/XsGgHAFydPY/s320/P191008_20.45%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259510711674663490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JIWPlA0I/AAAAAAAAA-o/1Vamll7YuQE/s1600-h/P191008_20.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JIWPlA0I/AAAAAAAAA-o/1Vamll7YuQE/s320/P191008_20.46.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259510716341486402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JIvyVjxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vLdqIZC1yMg/s1600-h/P191008_19.11%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JIvyVjxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/vLdqIZC1yMg/s320/P191008_19.11%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259510723198160658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JI0uQvwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/msUOJFsm2d8/s1600-h/P19-10-08_20.42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JI0uQvwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/msUOJFsm2d8/s320/P19-10-08_20.42.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259510724523245314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2QClS91mI/AAAAAAAAA_A/q8wX1Dg3BwU/s1600-h/P191008_23.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2QClS91mI/AAAAAAAAA_A/q8wX1Dg3BwU/s320/P191008_23.22.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259518313884407394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oN oUR 6th months aNniversary we dEcided tO dO something dIfferent.. insTEad of eaTting at a restaUrant, insTead of HIM thinkinG oF wAt tO dO, i dEcided tO gIv him a sUrprise.. aFterall, i lOve planning sUrpriseS! tHere wEre (of cOs) uneXpected hIccups bUt thankfully all went well.. i plAnned a menU and brought along an ice box.. the menu incld. lobster salad, salmon craze (5 different salmon sushi done differently and 1 serving of sashimi), sun maki, inari cheese, strawberry kisses, a small cake and nan san sake.. my plan was to bring out an ice box and put all these inside and we'll go to somewhere nIce like along the SG river or at vIvo to eat.. HOWEVER, as usual, things have to go wrong.. 1st, it started rAining.. damn.. den, my order was taken wrongly.. next, there were no more mini cakeS left in sweEt sEcretS! THEN, nO mOre nAn sAn sAke.. aND, nO more inari cheese on their menu but its still on their online menu! dAMn.. so i had tO tWist mY menU.. bUt we ended up w better sAke tHan nan san so it was good :) on the waY tO vivo he suggested we go Mt. Faber instead.. so off we went.. and guess wat? it stopped raining.. -_-" aNd in mY exCitement tO keep the fOod a sEcret i tOtally fOrgot to take piCs! beSides, we were reaLLY hungry.. sIghz... gOod fOod, gOod cOmpany.. wAts nOt tO like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 6 mths! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1234221471904008429?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1234221471904008429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1234221471904008429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1234221471904008429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1234221471904008429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-our-6th-months-anniversary-we.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SP2JH3bT92I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/jmQrmpyFyQM/s72-c/P191008_19.11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4270245748386949235</id><published>2008-10-12T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:49:40.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SPHViY7S47I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/lBCB9YpgRdM/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SPHViY7S47I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/lBCB9YpgRdM/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256217026901500850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the bleak finacial situation cuRrently, its reaLLy a bad tIme tO be in tHis line.. itS nOt a bad tIme tO eNter the markEt bUt i'm sUre oNly fincial sTudents aNd cErtain investors woUld agree.. if u asK mE, i'll tell u thiS is a gOod tIme tO enter tHe maRket.. tHese fEW montHs at least.. its a gOod tIme tO watCh aNd cAtch tHe right mOment tO buy.. bUt wHo'll believe tHe advIce oF aN undeRgRAd? eVen tHou i've been rIght a fEW tImes before bUt sInce i did not even trusT mY own aDvice tHen, i cOuld only rEgret nOt putting mOney tO my wOrds.. sTill, i guess this industry is onE wHere an oldeR aGe is an aDvantaGE unlike maNy others.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fAcing tHe cUrrent sItuation, i sEe sEveral paths aHead of mE.. tO cOntinue studying (at tHe exPense of mY mUmmy's sAvingS!?!? eVen thOugh its a lOad bUt...) oR gIve it mY beSt sHot aT fInancial aDvisoRY?  if i cHoose tO sTudy tHen in SG? or oVersEAs? sIghz.. life is full of choices... none of these would be a "wrong" choice.. but which is the "bEst" choice??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4270245748386949235?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4270245748386949235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4270245748386949235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4270245748386949235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4270245748386949235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/with-bleak-finacial-situation-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SPHViY7S47I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/lBCB9YpgRdM/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4069176029291307441</id><published>2008-10-10T14:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:58:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75IYvKYMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gBLmQYKV9vU/s1600-h/P081008_09.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75IYvKYMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gBLmQYKV9vU/s320/P081008_09.58.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255411737662480578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75IsvHybI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZqW6Cau4dsQ/s1600-h/P081008_09.58%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75IsvHybI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZqW6Cau4dsQ/s320/P081008_09.58%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255411743031019954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u maKe mY dAY bEtter :) wAs rEAlly sUrprised wHen i oPened it unassumingly aNd it sTarted belting out "dun worry be happy".. haha.. *lovE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75jU4vknI/AAAAAAAAA94/QbXQW68x4_8/s1600-h/P101008_11.38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75jU4vknI/AAAAAAAAA94/QbXQW68x4_8/s320/P101008_11.38.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255412200485393010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75jq1DmVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/aG3lkkKzj8c/s1600-h/P101008_11.38%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75jq1DmVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/aG3lkkKzj8c/s320/P101008_11.38%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255412206375508306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天在报纸上看到这篇文章。。它的标题吸引了我。。他说“女人需要养”。。 岂有此理！女人不需要养！但是在骂作者之前，我决定先读一读他的短文再骂。。 可是读了之后，我还有一点赞同他的说法。。女人需要养。。不是什么都不做，而被养。。我赞同的部分是，女人需要修养和保养。。修养最重要。。老了，没有了美貌，却要有修养和智慧。。女人啊女人。。你赞同吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75jtgk1rI/AAAAAAAAA-I/7Hv1L0TRE5E/s1600-h/P101008_11.38%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75jtgk1rI/AAAAAAAAA-I/7Hv1L0TRE5E/s320/P101008_11.38%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255412207094912690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHis reminds mE of tHe 10 o'clock sHow on cHannel U.. it rOx.. i especially love the phrase e brand manager used on the assistant brand manager &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"难怪你老公吃定你。。你看你，像只鹌鹑一样，怎么跟我打战？" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cLassic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4069176029291307441?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4069176029291307441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4069176029291307441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4069176029291307441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4069176029291307441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/u-make-my-day-better-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SO75IYvKYMI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gBLmQYKV9vU/s72-c/P081008_09.58.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3091198142006947129</id><published>2008-10-05T14:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:52:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate tHe fAct tHAt i lOve you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SOhkHmyXwZI/AAAAAAAAA84/DwpBE0kDSGM/s1600-h/an+overdose+of+wonderland+-+Sue+Anna+Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SOhkHmyXwZI/AAAAAAAAA84/DwpBE0kDSGM/s320/an+overdose+of+wonderland+-+Sue+Anna+Joe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253559047161364882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dUn lOve you, i would..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep better last night..&lt;br /&gt;2. Be able to concentrate more on everything..&lt;br /&gt;3. Not be worried for you, constantly afraid of your nightmare coming true..&lt;br /&gt;4. Not shout at you like a mad woman..&lt;br /&gt;5. Have less heartache..&lt;br /&gt;6. Not have swollen eyes due to crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bUt i cAn't help it bUt love you.. nO wonder ppl sAy there's a price to pAy fo everythinG.. incLudng lOve.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe laSt quaRter of tHE yeaR is aLways a sEason fOr bREakups.. a sEasOn fOr tEars.. a seAson fOr dEpression.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wLd u aDd on tO tHe list? i dUnno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sOmetImes wE nEed silenCe.. bUt sOme tImes wE nEed nOise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oUr 1St official cold war/quarrel? wE're becOming like a rEal cOuple.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bUt eVery reAl r/sp haS a lifesPan.. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wAN tO tell u, 'dUn lEave'.. bUt i wOuld aLso like tO know, wHen oh wHen, dOes tHe "foreVer" tHat u aLways meNtion, end?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aT tHe eNd of tHe dAy, peRphAPs we'rE all aLone..  i neEd tO leArn how tO lOve u less sO i cAn wOrry less.. i nEed tO close mY eYes mORe aNd leArn aGain, hOw tO fEel.. aNd onCe aGain, sUpergIrl nEeds tO rEmember hOw tO fLy.. like hOw sHe used tO.. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i fInally undERstand aNother wAy of cOmprehanding tHis pHrase.. &lt;br /&gt;"i haTe tHe fact tHat i lOve you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3091198142006947129?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3091198142006947129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3091198142006947129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3091198142006947129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3091198142006947129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-fact-that-i-love-you.html' title='i hate tHe fAct tHAt i lOve you..'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SOhkHmyXwZI/AAAAAAAAA84/DwpBE0kDSGM/s72-c/an+overdose+of+wonderland+-+Sue+Anna+Joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3475436970247620178</id><published>2008-10-03T12:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:33:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hAd a rEAlly wonDErful bIrthday tHis yeaR.. tHaNks tO eVeryonE's bIrthday wIshes.. *hugz eVeryone* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sHall let pIcs dO tHe tAlking.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObPp_mSU-I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ppXeg9uPDNc/s1600-h/P021008_13.40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObTBocF7BI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ISpgb6nVLWc/s320/P021008_21.55%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118040362839058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObTBxWFcQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BR0zKRZj21o/s1600-h/P021008_21.58%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObTBxWFcQI/AAAAAAAAA8I/BR0zKRZj21o/s320/P021008_21.58%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118042753560834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObUE37y4BI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/_oZQlJlcjVk/s1600-h/P031008_12.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObUE37y4BI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/_oZQlJlcjVk/s320/P031008_12.45.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119195573575698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oF cOs, i dIdn geT tO tAke sUch a gOod pIc of tHe plaCe w mY lOusy vIewty cAmera.. sO tHis is fRom thEir wEbby.. :) (i sTill mIss mY SE pHone.. sOb) dO cHeck out tHe plaCe.. its pRetty gOod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kha&lt;br /&gt;HortPark&lt;br /&gt;33 Hyderbad Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.timeout.com/sg/en/restaurants/Thai/kha&lt;br /&gt;www.kha.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObUE3zY4tI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/MnRQjG7fJMo/s1600-h/P021008_23.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObUE3zY4tI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/MnRQjG7fJMo/s320/P021008_23.25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119195538318034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObUFA7HpkI/AAAAAAAAA8g/pleBTEcHY24/s1600-h/P280908_13.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObUFA7HpkI/AAAAAAAAA8g/pleBTEcHY24/s320/P280908_13.09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253119197986661954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObVY8-iknI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JxZIgyJEcb4/s1600-h/P021008_23.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObVY8-iknI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JxZIgyJEcb4/s320/P021008_23.02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253120640036278898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObVZSTHQDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/FtPN-poU6PY/s1600-h/P021008_23.04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObVZSTHQDI/AAAAAAAAA8w/FtPN-poU6PY/s320/P021008_23.04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253120645759713330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHanks fOr eVerything..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"w/o you aRound, eVerything beComes boRing.." sAme tO you mY deAR, sAme tO you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3475436970247620178?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3475436970247620178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3475436970247620178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3475436970247620178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3475436970247620178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-really-wonderful-birthday-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SObPp_mSU-I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ppXeg9uPDNc/s72-c/P021008_13.40.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-6529772432575446045</id><published>2008-09-28T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:07:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kNiroNkI/AAAAAAAAA54/61pJQr1adxQ/s1600-h/IMG_3760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kNiroNkI/AAAAAAAAA54/61pJQr1adxQ/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251025874348160578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kOFXhipI/AAAAAAAAA6A/xZgCUG9WgKk/s1600-h/IMG_3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kOFXhipI/AAAAAAAAA6A/xZgCUG9WgKk/s320/IMG_3775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251025883659078290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm... wAs tHat a cUtie i saW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kOaGyNoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/z9jHN1gbWlk/s1600-h/IMG_3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kOaGyNoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/z9jHN1gbWlk/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251025889226012290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fEel liKe bAshing u up! (haha.. kd!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kOWpCDCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/boM8RwPablQ/s1600-h/lastproject1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kOWpCDCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/boM8RwPablQ/s320/lastproject1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251025888295914530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lAst pRoj...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gRAduating sOon.. nExt tUEs will be mY last cLass for mY undergRad sTudies.. tIme fLies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-6529772432575446045?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6529772432575446045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=6529772432575446045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6529772432575446045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6529772432575446045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SN9kNiroNkI/AAAAAAAAA54/61pJQr1adxQ/s72-c/IMG_3760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-1696851415772644518</id><published>2008-09-23T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:07:13.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我的爱哭，加上你的多疑，也许结局会是悲剧。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-1696851415772644518?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1696851415772644518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=1696851415772644518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1696851415772644518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/1696851415772644518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3273624855339755320</id><published>2008-09-23T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:38:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SNjt-6BrZRI/AAAAAAAAArc/ERpVl0m4rOA/s1600-h/P190908_20.35%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SNjt-6BrZRI/AAAAAAAAArc/ERpVl0m4rOA/s320/P190908_20.35%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249207030684280082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months.. we have a long way to go.. 谁才是谁的未来？谁才是谁的‘对的人’？tIme will tell.. nO matter wHAt haPpens in e fUture, i just wAn tO tHank you fOr the past 5 months.. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被爱是幸福的..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3273624855339755320?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3273624855339755320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=3273624855339755320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3273624855339755320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/3273624855339755320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-months.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SNjt-6BrZRI/AAAAAAAAArc/ERpVl0m4rOA/s72-c/P190908_20.35%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-9172017112368891822</id><published>2008-09-14T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:57:33.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMyLRysY-NI/AAAAAAAAArU/SVvWe-Xw-7s/s1600-h/shower+-+Sue+Anna+Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMyLRysY-NI/AAAAAAAAArU/SVvWe-Xw-7s/s320/shower+-+Sue+Anna+Joe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245720803761780946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard.. its hard being a perfect gf.. its harder trying to be e perfect gf the perfect daughter the perfect student the perfect tutor and the perfect sister and the perfect fren all at the same time.. perphaps u wld say that one doesn have to be perfect.. one just has to try her best.. and its enuf.. i suppose.. but ur definition of enuf will never be the same as another's definition of enuf.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest, no matter wat decision i make, i will disappoint someone. and that someone is not me. there are 3 ppl involved.. but why is it that no one can stand in my shoes? he sees it fr his view, and is disappointed w me. she sees it in her view, and thinks that she has won the debate.. what abt me? i see it fr both sides and struggles to decide. why can't they both see it fr my side as well as the opposing side as well? its no fun being stuck in the centre.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perphaps i shld stop this bad habit of taking their happiness as my happiness.. but when she says she's proud of me, i bask in that praise.. for a long time.. and when he smiles that smile, saying he's so touched, so happy w what i've done, i am happy. but for a long time, she's not been proud of me.. she's been ashamed of me.. for whatever her reasons are and for however she defines success and goodness of character. and wHen i sense he's not happy and when he says he's disappointed, i cried.. i can't believe i actually cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's a bloody mess.. i shld never have given up that dream and that person.. gave up that dream to make someone happy and gave up that person to lack of courage. i'm a wuss.. and now, no one is happy.. especially myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being stuck in the middle.. i hate catering to everyone's bloody feelings except my own.. i hate having to placate everyone while leaving my own emotions in tatters.. i hate the way my life has turned out.. i hate the mess i've made out of my own life.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i start life all over again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMyLRysY-NI/AAAAAAAAArU/SVvWe-Xw-7s/s72-c/shower+-+Sue+Anna+Joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-4514504101347277702</id><published>2008-09-11T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:32:47.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mEt up w aUdrey aNd rHoda yest.. gUess tHis is wHat fRens are lIke.. i sEe them lesS tHan 3 tImes a yeAr.. bUt nO matter wHen oR wHere, i fEel so comfortAble w tHem.. tHey knOw mE fOr wHo i reaLLy am (aNd sTill like me).. haha.. fRens.. fOrever! :D&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aFter quitting guitaR thaT  dAY i wAS fEeling sO miserable i waS cRaving fOr mY comforT dRink.. mIlo + vOdka i knOw it sOunds wEird bUt u've gOt tO tRY it.. u'll lOve it.. i love making hEAthy dRinks not sO healthy.. haha.. aNw, sO in an aTtempt tO sTop me fRom cRying more aNd fLooding tHe cAR, kEl wAS tRying tO find plaIn vodka tO nO avail.. acc to him, tis shop keeper recommended him this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMiOcUEYk-I/AAAAAAAAArM/Av0NfVdGfdw/s1600-h/P090908_20.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMiOcUEYk-I/AAAAAAAAArM/Av0NfVdGfdw/s320/P090908_20.54.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244598383147520994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a mIx of lycHee, raSpberry, coGnac &amp; vOdka.. it sMelt like cough syrup aT 1st anD i wAs sO put ofF by it.. it tASted a-l-r-i-g-h-t bUt not gREat.. aNd its sWeetness wAs ovErwhelming.. buT afTer putting it in mIlo, mY gOsh.. there's nO going bacK man... i'm sAYing bye to plain boring vodka with mIlo aLready.. haha.. its highly reCommended.. but then again, its "for girls only".. maYbe cos of its sWeetness.. kel saId its quite sTrong thou.. but its fruity sweetness really blends well w milo.. siGhz.. i'm in lOve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-4514504101347277702?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/4514504101347277702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=4514504101347277702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4514504101347277702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/4514504101347277702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/met-up-w-audrey-and-rhoda-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMiOcUEYk-I/AAAAAAAAArM/Av0NfVdGfdw/s72-c/P090908_20.54.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-2392375866864398177</id><published>2008-09-10T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:42:10.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMfAmSzAkbI/AAAAAAAAArE/vNgJNcQFZgc/s1600-h/P050908_20.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMfAmSzAkbI/AAAAAAAAArE/vNgJNcQFZgc/s320/P050908_20.20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244372055209578930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally quit guitar.. and... i cried.. 走了三年的路。。好舍不得。。。刚开始，是为了纪念某某人。。后来真的爱上了。。到今天终要离别。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开的那一霎那，有失恋的感觉。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SMfAmSzAkbI/AAAAAAAAArE/vNgJNcQFZgc/s72-c/P050908_20.20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7250381283517570286</id><published>2008-09-08T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:03:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>有一則猶太故事說，有一天，有人問一位老先生，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太陽和月亮哪個比較重要 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那位老先生想了半天，回答道 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「是月亮，月亮比較重要。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「因為月亮是在夜晚發光，那是我們最需要光亮的時候，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而白天已經夠亮了，太陽卻在那時候照耀。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cRedits: http://sean8193.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你或許會笑這位老先生糊塗，但你不覺得很多人也是這樣嗎 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每天照顧你的人，你從不覺得有什麼，若是陌生人這樣對你，你就認為他人真好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的父母、妻子或先生一直付出，你總覺得理所當然，甚至還有得嫌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一旦外人為你做出類似行為，你就受寵若驚，你就會很感激。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這不是跟「感激月亮，否定太陽」一樣糊塗嗎 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有個女孩跟媽媽大吵了一架，氣得奪門而出，決定再也不要回到這個討厭的家了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一整天，她都在外面閒逛，肚子餓得咕嚕咕嚕叫，但偏偏又沒帶零用錢出來，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可又拉不下臉回家吃飯。一直到了晚上，她來到一家麵攤旁， 聞到了陣陣的香味，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是好想吃一碗，但身上又沒帶錢只能不住的吞口水。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然，老闆親切的問 :「小姐，妳要不要吃麵啊 ?」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她不好意思的回答 :「嗯。可是 ……我沒有帶錢 ……」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老闆聽了大笑 :「哈哈，沒關係，今天就算老闆請客吧 ! 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩簡直不敢相信自己的耳朵，她坐下來。不一會兒，麵來了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她吃得津津有味，並說 :「老闆，你人真好 !」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老闆說 :「哦 ? 怎麼說 ?」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩接著回答 :「對啊！我們素不相識，你卻對我那麼好，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不像我媽，根本不了解我的需要和想法，真氣人 !」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老闆又笑了 :「哈，小姐，我才不過給妳一碗麵而已，妳就這麼感激我，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那麼妳媽媽幫妳煮了二十幾年的飯，妳不是更應該感激她嗎 ?」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被老闆這麼一講，女孩頓時有如大夢初醒，眼淚瞬間奪眶而出 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;顧不得還剩下的半碗麵，立刻飛奔回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才到家門前的巷口，就遠遠的看到媽媽，焦急的在門口四處張望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她的心立刻揪在一起 ! 有一千句、一萬句的對不起想對媽媽說。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還沒來得及開口，只見媽媽已迎了上前 :「唉呦 ! 妳一整天跑去那裡了啊 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嚇死我了! 來，進來把手洗一洗，吃晚飯了。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這天晚上，這個女孩才深刻體會到媽媽對她的愛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太陽一直都在，人就忘了它給的光亮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當親人一直都在，人就會忘了他們給的溫暖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個被照顧到無微不至的人反而不會去感恩，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因為白天已經夠亮了，太陽不是多餘的嗎 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實有了月亮，我們可以發現生活中還有一些額外美好的事物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是沒有太陽，我們將暗無天日，無所依循。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，兩者都很重要，讓我們好好學習「饮水思源」吧 !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-7576675121892715169</id><published>2008-09-01T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:03:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLuDwsl8c0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/HCV2yj_oXmc/s1600-h/MSI+wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLuDwsl8c0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/HCV2yj_oXmc/s320/MSI+wind.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240927464002974530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wEnt fOr COMEX on sUnday.. mET an eXcolleague and his cOusin.. haha.. wIsh i could sTay longer but sUcky MC test on tUes sAid nO.. aNw waS eyeing EEE 1000H initially.. bUt i eNded up buying MSI Wind.. its not a popular brand in SG but the sPEcs aRe BETTER tHan EEE.. a tad more eX thou.. but totALLy worth it.. howevER, its sold ouT anD i haVe tO waIt till the enD of tHE month.. i can haRdly wAit tO get my haNds on thAT little bEAuty! *lOves* it shall be TOTALLY for work uSE..:) *hAPpy* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wAs happy till i rEached home aNd found Axioo wAs at the fAir afterall! (Axioo is a local brand) aNd kel anD i weRE looking for it.. we were at thiS retailer that carries Asus, Axioo, Acer and some other brands but Axioo wasn't explicitly stated on the list and we didn see it! we missed it! omg.. and it was selling this nice model that looked (and has very very similar specs to MSI) just like EEE 1000H, just like mY dEAr little MSI but at almost $200 cheaper than mY MSI! gRr! but i asked for an upgrade on the RAM which will be done b4 sealing the warranty thing so its still valid, so i can't complain.. kel was telling me to tell myself maybe Axioo is 2kg! maybe! haha.. alright.. its 2kg.. (yeah right..) i feel better already.. haha.. another reason that prompted me to buy MSI is that the svc centre is at AMK only! haha.. and after upgradin the RAM i'm TOTALLY pleased with the specs.. with that size, 160GB HDD and 2GB RAM makes me happy.. wait the best part is here.. with a SIX cells battery it only weighs a........ 1.3kG!!! tada! and with normal 3 cells it weighs 1.1kg.. oh.. love comes in a 10" package.. when is my MSI coming??!! actually if its not for work purpose, i'll have gotten the white in ltd edn.. with silver curvy lines and hearts.. but as a PROFESSIONAL FA, sighz.. i'm reduced to worshipping black.. damn.. professionalism can come in colours can't it? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i've got to thank kel for gathering info for me, talking to this fren of his who works at PC Clinic, bugging him for info and comments on EEE, MSI, Gigabyte and other funny brands.. and of cos, hearing me talk to myself over and over since i usually make decisions only after i've talked to myself for at least 72 hours while ppl beside me suffer fr hearing the same cost bebefit analysis done atleast 1000 times.. sighz.. love can come in 10" but it can also come in a hugable belly of 17X cm and XX kg.. haha.. love love love.. i'm a happy girl.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7576675121892715169?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7576675121892715169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7576675121892715169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7576675121892715169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7576675121892715169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-for-comex-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLuDwsl8c0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/HCV2yj_oXmc/s72-c/MSI+wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-8213819651971265466</id><published>2008-08-27T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:12:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVco0Y-yZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/plPwWKZkXek/s1600-h/P200808_21.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVco0Y-yZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/plPwWKZkXek/s320/P200808_21.51.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239195597843384722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcpDqj9FI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rMTqyArS7tg/s1600-h/P200808_21.49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcpDqj9FI/AAAAAAAAAqc/rMTqyArS7tg/s320/P200808_21.49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239195601943655506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w the tEsts aRnd the cOrner (is tml applicable to 'arnd e corner?') these aRe my only mOtivAtion.. :( which of coS eXplains my lousy complexion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcpf17rGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Vz4_QGLQLuk/s1600-h/P230808_23.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcpf17rGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Vz4_QGLQLuk/s320/P230808_23.45.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239195609507540066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aNd dO sUpporT tHis yogUrt sHop! its a fRanchise fR U.S opEnEd by kEl's fRen.. outsIde suntEc cArrefour, there's this aRea of sMall sTalls.. its jUSt opposIte sHi lin.. tHeir fRuit tOppings aRE fREsh aNd nICe.. i tRied tHeir oRiginal anD maNgo fLavoured yOgurT.. nICe! tHey dun usE aRtificIaL colouRing and flavouring aT all.. sO its reALly healthy anD naTural.. sHe rEcommanded me maNgo tOppings sO i tRied.. tHeir mangos aRe fR pakIstan aNd aRE rEally sWeet! if u haPPen tO be in sUnteC dO gIve it a tRy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcphyI0uI/AAAAAAAAAqs/9hS5UOfpsN8/s1600-h/P230808_12.25%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcphyI0uI/AAAAAAAAAqs/9hS5UOfpsN8/s320/P230808_12.25%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239195610028495586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nEw lOves.. tHe pUppy's tHe nEw bOdygUard of tHe cAR... it rEceived a promotion aFter gUarding mY pERfumes fOr a fEw mOnths.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcpyezPGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1gsHRVN3jso/s1600-h/P210808_08.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVcpyezPGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/1gsHRVN3jso/s320/P210808_08.18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239195614510791778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fEw dAys aGo, i had tHe cHAnce tO gO fOr bKfasT @ maC w mUmmy @ sgn gdns.. *lOve* :) that, was a really happy day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-8213819651971265466?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8213819651971265466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=8213819651971265466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8213819651971265466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/8213819651971265466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/w-tests-arnd-corner-is-tml-applicable.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SLVco0Y-yZI/AAAAAAAAAqU/plPwWKZkXek/s72-c/P200808_21.51.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-3799331618686905246</id><published>2008-08-25T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:06:24.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i was slightly younger, i've always envisioned mY dREam guy to be the kind who'll appear in turtleneck sweater &amp; jeans.. much like the steve jobs style. with or without specs, he'll be the mr. nice guy / bookworm type.. thin, tall, well read but not boring.. when my fren heard that i'm into turtleneck sweaters and jeans she said i was cruel.. "How can u torture a man in singapore like that?" were her exact words.. she prefered a t shirt, berms &amp; slippers guy.. tanned.. the sportsman type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i bumped into a guy who's the sweater &amp; jeans type.. he's always been around but i've never "noticed" him.. but as he "popped" out from the corner, i wondered why i had never "noticed" him.. perphaps its bcos he just seems like a bookworm but he isn.. thats why.. maybe i should stay overseas for a while.. those places where the av temp is arnd 20 deg C to 28 deg C.. maybe then i'll find guys who dress a la steve jobs.. and i can sit there and drool.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-3799331618686905246?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;等下一个天亮&lt;br /&gt;去上次牵手赏花那里散步好吗&lt;br /&gt;有些积雪会自己融化&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你的肩膀是我豁达的天堂&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等下一个天亮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;把偷拍我看海的照片送我好吗&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢我飞舞的头发&lt;br /&gt;和飘着雨还是眺望的眼光&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHis, is a fREakin g nIce sOng.. 有些情绪是该说给懂的人听.. hOw tRue..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-7708870496205198874?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/7708870496205198874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=7708870496205198874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/7708870496205198874'/><link 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auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNHiRAlKI/AAAAAAAAAps/P46blmv_NlQ/s320/P190808_18.21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236574889833436322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNHxoB0zI/AAAAAAAAAp0/BDC-E-MQTYU/s1600-h/P190808_19.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNHxoB0zI/AAAAAAAAAp0/BDC-E-MQTYU/s320/P190808_19.59.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236574893956518706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNIMX4itI/AAAAAAAAAp8/D4C8nrjzf6c/s1600-h/P190808_20.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNIMX4itI/AAAAAAAAAp8/D4C8nrjzf6c/s320/P190808_20.03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236574901136558802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNITQtbrI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jGiUrRJnMh0/s1600-h/P180808_22.19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNITQtbrI/AAAAAAAAAqE/jGiUrRJnMh0/s320/P180808_22.19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236574902985518770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNI3rCL4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/SK-mL1jAIwQ/s1600-h/P180808_23.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNI3rCL4I/AAAAAAAAAqM/SK-mL1jAIwQ/s320/P180808_23.02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236574912759607170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hAppy 4mths dArling.. i'll rem us dAncing tO bAllade pOur aDeline &amp; elTOn joHn on tHE brIdge.. fOreVer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-5936612638467680269?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/5936612638467680269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=5936612638467680269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5936612638467680269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/5936612638467680269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-4mths-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKwNHiRAlKI/AAAAAAAAAps/P46blmv_NlQ/s72-c/P190808_18.21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5418761005075874229.post-6258303778275708004</id><published>2008-08-19T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:49:27.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKrrgSKnaVI/AAAAAAAAApk/wpprUccpy28/s1600-h/question_mark__by_smokedval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKrrgSKnaVI/AAAAAAAAApk/wpprUccpy28/s320/question_mark__by_smokedval.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236256456636328274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the way i missed the chance to tell da bao i like him..&lt;br /&gt;just like the way you missed the chance to woo ivy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you missed the chance to let me have a snapshot memory that i can and will keep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do smtg bcos i asked u to, no matter how romantic the action is, it will never be as touching as you volunteering to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe evening was perfect. near perfect. you could have made it perfect. but you didn. i could have made it perfect by not playing tat game. but i did. as usual, i should have kept my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perphaps i'm too demanding.. asking for a snapshot moment may be too much.. afterall, i may be the only ambitious person in this relationship. Even alone, i'm ambitious. i wan to grow intellectually, emotionally &amp; physically stronger. I've set myself sky high targets in my future career. targets that you dun know. no one knows. i dun really dare to tell anyone. they'll just say i'm dreaming and i know that would affect my morale. nevertheless, I hope you grow with me and share my ambitions. i hope my partner shares these mindsets and have the drive to improve. but perphaps all along i'm the only one who is never satisfied for long with status quo. you are good enuf. perphaps so am i. but WE, can be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, life is about living to be the best that we can be. i want to try everything. and excel in something. just one thing. perphaps to you, that is too demanding already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know wat i want in life. how about you? if you have the ans, tell me.. will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5418761005075874229-6258303778275708004?l=storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6258303778275708004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5418761005075874229&amp;postID=6258303778275708004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6258303778275708004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5418761005075874229/posts/default/6258303778275708004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiestoshare-jasmine.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-like-way-i-missed-chance-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905504982520536666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/R4LvvHAbvkI/AAAAAAAAANA/5aeyjyn4x0o/S220/sun.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5I23t-IV8lI/SKrrgSKnaVI/AAAAAAAAApk/wpprUccpy28/s72-c/question_mark__by_smokedval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
