<?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-6171454404541737553</id><updated>2012-02-27T04:37:18.937-08:00</updated><category term='reunion'/><category term='outfits'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='Gracee'/><category term='elated'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='headache'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='farewell'/><title type='text'>FRENCH KETCHUP QUEENS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-7027104450223688322</id><published>2009-11-19T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T05:20:21.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Major Decision</title><content type='html'>Are we really happy and contented with our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, how many people can proudly and truthfully claim that they are perfectly contented with their lives and satiated or even delighted with everything that they have and endured in their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we strive and fight for what we want? Or do we settle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a fine line between compromise, sacrifice and just plain settling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we settle? Do we settle for second best or the next alternative instead of striving for what we really want in our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, most of us probably choose to settle. It's not narcissism nor are we putting ourselves on a pedestal by claiming that we deserve the best there is cause deep down we know what's the best we deserve. We know whether we deserve more out of our lives or not. We know whether we should settle or strive for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, despite knowing that we deserve better, we choose to settle cause it's an easier way out. It's so much easier to just settle for what we have, unsatisfied as we are, than to fight and make that change in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to change because we're afraid of the consequences and we secretly hope that the change comes to us without us making any ammendments whatsoever. We feed off hope, thinking that maybe our neighbours will stop littering rubbish around our compounds without us telling them so, that a certain colleague of ours will stop bossing or picking on us without us taking a stand against them, that our parents will realise the hurt they're putting us through by fighting and bad-mouthing each other without us voicing it out, in risks of damaging relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things just aren't as they seem to be. People aren't always who you think they are. People change and some show their true colours later on. We feel the weight of it when we realise it's causing a distance, driving us further apart from them without them realising it. Maybe it's the change or maybe you've never really opened your eyes and realised that's how they truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we make excuses for their changes or derive possibilities or reasons why they are the way they are when we realise that their actually different. We tell ourselves that it'll revert back to normal or that it'll be different cause we're afraid of confrontation. We're afraid to make that change, afraid to stand up and fight for it. We settle cause we're afraid that if we stand up, if we carry out that confrontation, things will be worse off or in some cases, things may never be as it was before that dreaded change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're afraid of the consequences amounting from the changes &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; make. We're afraid that just that mere confrontation, comprising of a few words or sentences, will cause more damage than we would have ever imagined. Most of all, we're afraid that those damages may be irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We vow to ourselves that someday, soon, we'll make those changes, confront those things hurting us but we somehow never find the courage to. It takes so much courage and the strength required if said damages were to be severe and irreverisble is unimaginable. We need them not only to deal and adapt to it but to pull ourselves up from the mess and to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, it's ironic how such a simple thing requires much contemplation and courage to execute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do we make a change or settle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to : Ride by Carey Brothers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-7027104450223688322?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/7027104450223688322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/7027104450223688322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/7027104450223688322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/11/major-decision.html' title='The Major Decision'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-5832518168224662573</id><published>2009-10-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:56:17.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just to fill you guys in, I’ve been busy with my university applications, and going back and forth with deciding which University I would transfer to. In the end I decided with SUNY, University at Buffalo, New York. I’ll be leaving in about 2 months time, which is pretty soon if you think about it. Having mixed feelings with the whole having to leave home behind situation. Nevertheless, I am excited about that new chapter in my life. So so many things that I feel like blogging about, but I'll leave that for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To start, here are a few (super outdated) pictures that I’ve just uploaded from my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR4D81KEGI/AAAAAAAAALo/QRHbJihf1po/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570262760722530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR4D81KEGI/AAAAAAAAALo/QRHbJihf1po/s400/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New friend Elishia and I. Elishia was down for the weekend from Singapore so I played tour guide (sort off) and took her around. We caught the movie Whiteout yesterday which was kindda weak in my opinion, nonetheless we had fun screaming at all the gorry scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR4DvugdeI/AAAAAAAAALg/CmOsJSPMoi8/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570259243169250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR4DvugdeI/AAAAAAAAALg/CmOsJSPMoi8/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Picture taken in my house before we left for dinner on my birthday. My camera's flash is kindda wonky so I hardly took any photos of that night. Yien looks totally pretty here right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR2RbLDfaI/AAAAAAAAALY/M4apA95KPPg/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396568295220673954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR2RbLDfaI/AAAAAAAAALY/M4apA95KPPg/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May Ee and I taken during Siang's birthday which was like forever ago. I miss this girl so so much. Maybe I'll fly to London on the way to New York? or you can totally come visit me in New York during Spring break. Do you guys like have Spring break in London, I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR2RPUxB0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/vGs0Jpton0s/s1600-h/256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396568292040181570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR2RPUxB0I/AAAAAAAAALQ/vGs0Jpton0s/s400/256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken during one of our GNO. I miss times like this where we have our little movie night/ cocktail hour/shopping escapades. We always have fun no matter what we do. Sucks that it might be a year's time till we actually get to this again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's late now. I better continue finishng up my Finance report. Hopefully I'll update real soon. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to: Regina Spektor- Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-5832518168224662573?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/5832518168224662573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/10/breath-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/5832518168224662573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/5832518168224662573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/10/breath-in.html' title='Breath in'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SuR4D81KEGI/AAAAAAAAALo/QRHbJihf1po/s72-c/114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-7907070063858754390</id><published>2009-09-22T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:10:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hii thereee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384305012460460450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Srjk4a4PmaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mA_DPwvYxkI/s320/058.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384308347185152114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Srjn6hskQHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ua4Bc7wPzHM/s320/Pix+121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our blog is not dead . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384305037003268162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Srjk52TtIEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FyDqHtFnoeQ/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384305048585871090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Srjk6hdNnvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/en9b5L-UAIw/s320/Pix+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, updates soon -I hope! Till then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*hehe just some pics to liven up this nearly dead blog! :P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-7907070063858754390?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/7907070063858754390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/09/comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/7907070063858754390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/7907070063858754390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/09/comeback.html' title='The comeback'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Srjk4a4PmaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mA_DPwvYxkI/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-1947441631284698110</id><published>2009-07-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:10:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjust if you must</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmXVcMMYe7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2Yif5-G8EjA/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360925611740658610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmXVcMMYe7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2Yif5-G8EjA/s320/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmXVb7icRXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ggEm6Sl86YY/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360925607269778802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmXVb7icRXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ggEm6Sl86YY/s320/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had my hair dyed back to black today. Not loving it.I look like a walking goth parade. Gonna give it two weeks to see whether the colour will fade to a less darker black, or whether the colour will grow on me. How??? Should I dye it to a lighter colour later on? Term holidays just started so hopefully I'll be updating more. Just short random updates. I'll try. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-1947441631284698110?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/1947441631284698110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/07/adjust-if-you-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/1947441631284698110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/1947441631284698110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/07/adjust-if-you-must.html' title='Adjust if you must'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmXVcMMYe7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2Yif5-G8EjA/s72-c/Picture+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-1255217785503899249</id><published>2009-07-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:14:34.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gems that mean the most to us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been much complaints going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boyfriend complains the blog lacks activity. I complain that Cheryl doesn't give the blog much activity either. (Woman, if you're reading this, it's a hint and you're on holiday) Haha, maybe not that &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; complaints la but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays are over for me and I'm back at uni. Haha, while the holidays are just starting for Cheryl as she just had her final paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the holidays a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(To the boyfriend,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thank you soo much for coming back. It meant so much to me and you've given me soo many happy days and have made my holidays really meaningful. Regardless of the little tiffs and whatnot, I'm still ever so grateful and thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360870816888540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmWjmtdmS2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/m3JQQ0lhVjk/s400/DSCF5109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a completely random note, I did some diy stuff previously. Most would assume that I did it during my holidays but ironically enough, I did it while studying for my final papers last semester! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I diy-ed my plain black plastic hairband!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360883657414309410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmWvSIJgdiI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iTG7q0FZKn0/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360883668101520690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmWvSv9iXTI/AAAAAAAAAII/JpuuX60Ohhc/s400/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360883670520894594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmWvS4-XFII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YcBHeDpds8U/s400/DSCF5085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I loike it, it kinda reminds me of the MAC Stylistics Compact :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; It's not perfect and has loads of imperfections when you look at it up close but when you wear it, looks fine. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; My allocations are still not finalised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; my timetable and uni. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Please please come quick, summer holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I can't wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-1255217785503899249?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/1255217785503899249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/07/gems-that-mean-most-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/1255217785503899249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/1255217785503899249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/07/gems-that-mean-most-to-us.html' title='Gems that mean the most to us'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SmWjmtdmS2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/m3JQQ0lhVjk/s72-c/DSCF5109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-8622902916244064142</id><published>2009-07-15T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:07:08.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only 4 days left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing left to do when you're confronted with a &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; time constraint is to &lt;em&gt;maximize&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I need to maximize every second I got out of these 4 days/ 96 hours/ 5760 minutes/ 345600 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow . . when I picture myself counting 345600 seconds, hmm, it doesn't seem that long though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358640377255632658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Sl23CCVjHxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dp5yE7WvfFo/s400/DSCF4860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I hope these 4 days don't pass as quickly as the past 3 weeks had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; On another note, I'm seriously seriously dreading the start of next semester. Another 4 months or tutorials, assignments, lectures, exams and whatnot. In short, another torturous 4 months to go before my much &lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;awaited holiday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Guess we just have to keep moving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-8622902916244064142?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/8622902916244064142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/8622902916244064142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/8622902916244064142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/07/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Sl23CCVjHxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dp5yE7WvfFo/s72-c/DSCF4860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-9168503756338344505</id><published>2009-06-20T05:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:57:25.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracee'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, this is gonna be short one as I have to, &lt;em&gt;have to&lt;/em&gt;, get back to studying. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*yes, keep repeating it like a mantra and you'll abide by it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess who's back? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349380700152164290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjzRZ5Dmb8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/e4wXB30rg40/s400/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil bit moreeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349380704324511394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjzRaImXZqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Swcjlml0LM4/s400/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349380702513378642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjzRaB2jtVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/x6i3AymNojE/s400/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracee! Welcome back, hon! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349380711332779266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjzRaitRFQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jR_TBaQ8NPg/s400/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing &amp;amp; Grace &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*it's insanely hard to get a decent pic of her smiling -some things never change :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349380708312047058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjzRaXdEXdI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OxggIo0h7AY/s400/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us 3, Janey where are youu? :( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*excuse me yet again, it is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; early in the morning, thus a perfectly good excuse as to why I look like that* *oh, and it's the exam period so yeah another good reason* *ohh, note grace's hair hehe, soo cute like raccoon streak :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up groggily at 9 something, close to 10. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fine, maybe it wasn't &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;early) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Called Jing to find out what time we were going to Grace's house to visit her. Haha, thank goodness we didn't decide to go any earlier or I'd have missed it as Jing called me a couple of times earlier at bout 9 something and haha, safe to say, I still didn't wake up. I slept through three alarms and two or three phone calls! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was pretty tired okay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, so we went to Grace's house to catch up and later spontaneously adjourned to Kayu for breakfast. We chatted and I asked her how did she feel the minute she stepped off the plane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her answer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt this hot gush of wind at my feet and it reminded me of the shower rooms back in my dorm (in UK).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha &lt;em&gt;whatttt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, never know this could be like some cool valuable quote next time when she becomes this ultra cool, famous fashion designer and reporters ask her how she felt when she sets foot back in Malaysia after years abroad. So cool la :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was really good to seeing her, it's been almost a year. (9 months) Missed her and the 4 of us. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time really flies by, doesn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6171454404541737553-9168503756338344505?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/9168503756338344505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/06/announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/9168503756338344505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/9168503756338344505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/06/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjzRZ5Dmb8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/e4wXB30rg40/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-1005831425826028869</id><published>2009-06-15T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T05:08:34.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><title type='text'>Chained</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 down, 1 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I have to restrict myself from giving up now and not giving a damn about that last paper cause I'm so damn sick of uni, papers and everything! Ugh. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*rant rant, whine whine*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got this horrible headache now :( And I think I just screwed up my management paper :( :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that I'm always prone to headaches during the exam periods. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I complained to my mom that I was having a headache &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I think I was in a real whiny mood, haha sue me* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, she insisted that I always get them during exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, which is true in fact. I remember being prescribed with medication for migraine during my PMR examination period. Yeah, I was getting horrible headache spells during that period. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually went to see the doctor and post consultation, she diagnosed me with migraine. Haha, at that time, I was like &lt;em&gt;whaaattt??&lt;/em&gt; I'm like 15 and I'm getting migraines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was starting to get worried what will happen to me during SPM. She was like &lt;em&gt;'Even during PMR, you're stressing so much til you have a migraine, what about your SPM?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I survived. :) Surprisingly, after many days of zero sleep. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I tend to not sleep during exam periods as I' m too nervous which results a zombie-like me during and post exams :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I've decided to take a break -for now. I've to hit the books soon and voraciously gobble down all the chapters on bloody media studies as I've still no clue about the theories/concepts on critical political economy, textual analysis and whatnot. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, and I drove the other day! :D For Tien's farewell party. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ookay, I've no idea why I sound so excited, I think I drive pretty often despite my firm claims that I won't ever be driving after obtaining my license!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I guess I'm just proud of myself for driving soo far and without much guidance. . Except for a short phone call to the boyfriend's brother for directions to the neighbourhood as I've very very bad memory. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shifts eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I made it there in one piece and even Cheryl &amp;amp; Brian were still alive and there were no screams throughout the journey. :D Except for the little panicky squeals when I almost missed the turning to Sierramas -which is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; my fault, that motorcyclist was blocking me! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*defensive*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and except for Brian's &lt;em&gt;'Omg, Yien you're driving on the wrong side of the road'&lt;/em&gt; and Cheryl's &lt;em&gt;'Omg, Yien there's a car coming!!'&lt;/em&gt;, everything was just peachy. :D Hehe. It's not my fault okay, it looked like 2 one-way roads to me, I thought they were leading to different directions. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I remember once after picking up Cheryl, I was driving while struggling to push my bag aside that I accidentally turned the wheel and nearly crashed into a car parked in the parking lot. Oops&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl : Yien!! Omg be careful it's a Mercedes some more la! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I seem to have bad luck with Mercedes cars. :( I remember once when I was turning out into the highway I had another near-accident with a Mercedes. This garnered super loud screams/shout from Cheryl and my sister. It was not my fault either okay, it was a blind spot and he was trying to squeeze past me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, sorry for digressing, we made it in one piece. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outfits of the day! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514890263063218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjYwddk96rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0Ir3flYL-5Q/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514893647742242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjYwdqL8BSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6sEfu-mpHHM/s400/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe, soo cute the shoes! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was alright but being there reminds of last time though..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily my chain top didn't snag again though, I wore it to uni the other day and the chains snapped off cause I snagged it on something. :( Boo-hooo, I have hehe lousy sewing skills and my sewing assignments for living skills last time was never that great anyways ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347519794611177218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjY067srRwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BawgnpIsE5M/s400/3599614513_41d6fcd5d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Cheryl &amp;amp; Justine. I haven't seen her in so long! :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pic credits to tien, curi off his flickr hehe* Excuse me, I look &lt;em&gt;very bad&lt;/em&gt; in this photo, boo bad face day :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, hehe and I wanted a pic of my bag. Actually, it's my sis's bag haha. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shifts eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347514880879652386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjYwc6nybiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/P_JSSIyDIOc/s400/DSC00520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am wearing my diy chains top and new black peplum skirt! *loves* Hehe, more on the chain top another time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, I should not waste another second of my self-proclaim mini rest/holiday before resuming study mode tomorrow! I badly need to get some sleep okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resuming study mode! :( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*excuse the bad skin and awful breakout of zits, I'm very stressed I think :( *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347522995593513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjY31QSViUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kQLigLZ9mG4/s400/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-1005831425826028869?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/1005831425826028869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/06/chained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/1005831425826028869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/1005831425826028869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/06/chained.html' title='Chained'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SjYwddk96rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0Ir3flYL-5Q/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-811036226488429168</id><published>2009-06-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:14:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to our roots, for lunch</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm not supposed to be blogging. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just soo bored of studying and I've recently developed this weird urge or habit of blogging. Haha, more like a phase actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my mom out last Sunday for her belated birthday lunch :D We had dim sum at West Lake Garden @ Sunway hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was not bad I guess but I still prefer the dim sum at Sheraton and the durian dessert at Sheraton Imperial! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom that we'd take her to Sheraton Imperial cos the food was alright the last time we went and plus it's in KL, and I love going there for some weird reason. My logic? Going somehwere far is nice, the long drive and the excuse to dress up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I can't dress up on a normal basis when I'm not going somewhere as far as Kl but the fact that I'm going to KL just makes it more fun and worth it for me to dress up. Nvm, hehe I don't think I'm making much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was like a choice of buffet or ala carte but we went for ala carte instead cos my mom insisted that buffet is usually wasted on me and my sis cos we don't eat that much. Well, especially for me cos I usually save space in my tummy and attack the dessert bar/section! Hehe, I love desserts! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ btw, I eat a lot okay! Especially if the food is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342702583790547458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUXsW9lsgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dKlOM64D6ug/s400/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342702587942721570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUXsmbi2CI/AAAAAAAAADY/XYaIjsub9P0/s400/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jasmine tea! Hehe soo cute right? The flower's like inside the tea :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342702590008944946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUXsuIK6TI/AAAAAAAAADg/QUoY47a9um8/s400/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342704342126131458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUZStRdeQI/AAAAAAAAADw/bbG_zxYzztc/s400/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342704343437936802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUZSyKOCKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pwwv4KUefZ8/s400/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hehe, and during lunch I started having a small coughing spell (cos I'm still a lil sick) and a group of older people sitting next to us starting shooting me dirty looks. They probably thought I had swine flu or something. Hehe, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342704351111489794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUZTOvvKQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eEa-JLorQ_M/s400/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unagi roll, which is my fav dish amongst all of them, and some almond flakes thingy with shrimp and scallop i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342704347172761138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUZTAEq7jI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5aOL4exPSz0/s400/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loves* Hehe i love unagi. Everytime when I'm like having sushi with Cheryl, she'd go &lt;em&gt;eww&lt;/em&gt; when I order unagi. Haha, she hates fish. Hence, roasted eel is no exception. But then again, that's how I feel when she eats octopus. *scrunches nose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342704355373509106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUZTen4afI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Z9Qz1FF2Kv0/s400/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342713962560441426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUiCsLvTFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pn996Gnf-XM/s400/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342713967171026498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUiC9W_PkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/v1T-4T-JC4s/s400/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The siew mai with scallop on top *loves* Haha, nearly everything we ordered had scallop in it. Yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342713963637267714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUiCwMeXQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eZvrQFReTcY/s400/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The waitress recommended this but it was okayy only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342713970656623810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUiDKWBPMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2Ec5GgEKvFY/s400/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342713969346964706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUiDFdxbOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Hj_pvbGF5L4/s400/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dish with asparagus and hmm, scallop I think? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342719248416924882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUm2XiIZNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xcpq6-lWaAI/s400/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some radish cake thingy I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342719248024401666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUm2WEi9wI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o1Exbso3wTU/s400/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There was a lady playing an old chinese instrument while we were eating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342719252712110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUm2niLuCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mpUea210niQ/s400/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I was taking the wine shop behind my sis but my lousy phone cam tak jadi, there is no zoom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342719257270563154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUm24hAMVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Rn543kgzUDU/s400/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342719257799062450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUm26fAc7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5FGcxRhvWLs/s400/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The dessert. The thingy on the right is the durian puff which is pretty nice and the bowl of dessert on the left is pretty icky :( Tasted like antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I wanted to walk around the hotel but the lobby is soo &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt;. It was so empty. I mean, usually hotels have like nice deco or sprawling chandeliers or the lobby at least looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730009796730210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUwowzA3WI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Fz0ccJqINks/s400/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think this might have been the most interesting deco in the lobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730017758351026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUwpOdNjrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/30TSgPPl3ik/s400/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my belt *loves* Finally, my sis fixed it up for me :) My skirt looks alil poofy or yeah, my hips/thighs looks bigger here but that's cause I wore another layer of tutu over my skirt okay! *defensive* You can't really see it here due to my lousy phone camera :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730015518951634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUwpGHTCNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/FVou1VkMVpQ/s400/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See baby, this is how I wore my tutu skirt when I got that wtf stare from that mean old man at Mid Valley! Boo :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, all in all, lunch was ookay only though. The food was alright but honestly, in my opinion, nothing fantastic. My fav dish was the unagi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wore my new blazer to uni today haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730026163138338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUwptxEbyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ijJqnsXGuPU/s400/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A friend saw me and she laughed and said 'Even your belt is studded!' Hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I better go study. Haha, I've proscrastinated and put off accounting and management long enough already :( Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and on a completely random note, the 24th of May, I received a lil something from Down Under :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342730021232257282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUwpbZdKQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Jgj-ZngBk54/s400/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks baby! I love you. *loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps : The boyfriend has currently finished studying one subject for his finals and seems pretty confident for the rest of his subjects &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I havent even finished studying half of one subject much less completed my audio-visual exam!!! Omg, how??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-811036226488429168?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/811036226488429168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-back-to-our-roots-for-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/811036226488429168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/811036226488429168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-back-to-our-roots-for-lunch.html' title='Going back to our roots, for lunch'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiUXsW9lsgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dKlOM64D6ug/s72-c/DSC00449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-6871499491814755429</id><published>2009-05-29T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:41:25.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Of stress and all the hair-pulling things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the title that aptly fits this whole post is probably something like DIY Project: Part 1, but&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I just had to emphasise on the stress of finals which is getting to me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding out that the best grade you can achieve overall for your Film Studies class is slightly *ahem* under satisfactory is a real slap in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, shall ignore that sinking depressed feeling inside me right now. Oh, I've finished my blazer and hehe I'm so happy! Looking at it just gives me that elated feeling *loves* but (haha) that high will pass soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it but am wondering if I should purchase some more studs to do a third row as well? Hmm, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, I just realised that my blazer/jacket looks blue in the previous post! Hehe, it's white. I discovered this while talking to Jo and when I proudly showed her my blazer via Skype, she went 'Omg, I thought it was blue. It looked blue in the picture!' Oops, lousy camera lighting I guess. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Omg, it &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;blue!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341328962071285362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA2ZDTDznI/AAAAAAAAACI/sBC6R6CKaFM/s400/DSCF4532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA8Wt5bT2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eNQj7y6bl_E/s1600-h/DSCF4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341335519036657506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA8Wt5bT2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eNQj7y6bl_E/s400/DSCF4671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA8W2QihVI/AAAAAAAAACY/wH1XBOWvqwo/s1600-h/DSCF4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341335521281082706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA8W2QihVI/AAAAAAAAACY/wH1XBOWvqwo/s400/DSCF4669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA8XEqPMbI/AAAAAAAAACg/w2958QOX-CM/s1600-h/DSCF4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341335525146964402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA8XEqPMbI/AAAAAAAAACg/w2958QOX-CM/s400/DSCF4698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341338687253781874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA_PIbQHXI/AAAAAAAAACo/duUEcPG9vQ4/s400/DSCF4696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341338690095298402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA_PTAuN2I/AAAAAAAAACw/-1oCiW6aHwo/s400/DSCF4693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise myself, I shall go study now as I've been staring at the book for the past hour or two and absolutely nothing has gone inside my head. I shall bury my head in my books as of now, till my finals.:( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(To make matters worse, I'm getting addicted to Polyvore! When my finals are around the corner! *shifts eyes*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note, big thank you to my daddy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341901242373745474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiI-4Jjnq0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/vtLAJ8Ll1jI/s400/DSCF4674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341901990095053026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiI_jrCRYOI/AAAAAAAAADI/YyPGr9328GU/s400/DSCF4679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, it's weird wearing like a key-pendant before I'm even 21 right? (I never knew you only wore key-pendants when your 21 btw till I was told hehe) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were at lunch today and my mom gave me a quizzical look, asking me why was I wearing a key pendant when I'm not even 21. I returned her look, and asked why whats wrong with it. She then responded that it sorta symbolises 'freedom' apparently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, I didn't know that. Well, I'm err celebrating freedom early? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I'm happy, don't think I've receieved much jewellery from my dad before hmm, have I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, off to hit the books now! Boo :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-6871499491814755429?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/6871499491814755429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-stress-and-all-hair-pulling-things-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/6871499491814755429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/6871499491814755429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-stress-and-all-hair-pulling-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SiA2ZDTDznI/AAAAAAAAACI/sBC6R6CKaFM/s72-c/DSCF4532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-9221540257813305007</id><published>2009-05-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:56:27.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a procrastinator and I know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, seems like I'm blogging so often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be due to the liberated feeling rushing through me now that my assignments are all due and handed in already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea why I'm feeling like this. It's as if my semester is already over. *hehe, oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around my room earlier for my pencil box I think and I noticed that my clothes rack was getting a little *ahem* full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to dig out some stuff around my room and sorted my clothes into piles. Those that I wanted to toss in the laundry and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I realised that I actually have a little hill of clothes stashed all over my room. Some in paper bags. Various paper bags, I might add. Some on the clothes rack. Some hanging behind my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered up all my clothes and was just walking to my wardrobe when I passed my sister and she saw me struggling with my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really think I need to clear out my room.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister scoffed and replied me with a sarcastic yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340115630377950306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Shvm32gwXGI/AAAAAAAAACA/fa_lEccQTQQ/s400/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why am I soo messy? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haha, just so you know. . I did all this (clean up, blog, etc), all while I'm suppose to be doing my accounting tutorial work and studying for my upcoming finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, I'm a procrastinator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-9221540257813305007?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/9221540257813305007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-procrastinator-and-i-know-it-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/9221540257813305007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/9221540257813305007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-procrastinator-and-i-know-it-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/Shvm32gwXGI/AAAAAAAAACA/fa_lEccQTQQ/s72-c/DSC00393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-7878152152769551520</id><published>2009-05-22T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:54:55.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elated'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a deep breath, and let it all pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m freaking free! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just handed in my management assignment which I burned the freaking midnight oil for and did my awful-excruciatingly-embarrassing-horrifying-bloody horrible presentation for media studies. I shall choose not to elaborate on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And focus on the fact that I’m currently free! Yayy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till my audio-visual take home exam next next week and my finals after. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. What a killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, look! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340115155219588722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/ShvmcMaLJnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YMqF6Grcd9Q/s400/DSCF4533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyy, I can't wait! Await, my very first DIY project, teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm insanely uber uber excited! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Edit : Happy 6 months, baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe, love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-7878152152769551520?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/7878152152769551520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-deep-breath-and-let-it-all-pass-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/7878152152769551520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/7878152152769551520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-deep-breath-and-let-it-all-pass-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/ShvmcMaLJnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YMqF6Grcd9Q/s72-c/DSCF4533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-9068068279453632374</id><published>2009-04-26T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:44:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't want to grow up so soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to remain ignorant and carefree as I used to be -without having to make life-changing decisons and have responsibilities thrown into my lap so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to grow up so fast -so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could sprinkle on some dust and transport myself to that never-growing-up land and just stay there, leaving behind the messy pile of responsibilities and worries behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I should even be doing all this so soon. It's all happening too soon, it's become one big blur to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dearest Cheryl &amp;amp; Jane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for encouragement which I really needed these past few days/ past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for lending an ear and listening through my tears, worries and confusions aboutt the current alien situation I'm facing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for offering advice and support when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being here when my problems overwhelmed me and I didn't know what to do or how to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for just being the caring and loving people that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping me to forget my troubles and worries by indulging with me in the much needed retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, thank you for being here for me when I needed it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all this and I honestly could not ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To the bestie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for understanding when others don't and perceive wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please help me perservere in these hard times and make the right decisions and choices which does not hurt anyone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Jo&amp;amp;Jess, miss you guys loads. Jo, I miss how you were just a phone call away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-9068068279453632374?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/9068068279453632374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-grow-up-so-soon-id-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/9068068279453632374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/9068068279453632374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-grow-up-so-soon-id-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-4032084467466128451</id><published>2009-04-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:49:48.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm too busy chasing dreams to face reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt like you day dreamed too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were just dreaming and spending your precious time on that little act that will do you no good except allow you to escape the dreaded situation called reality for that few moments (hours for some of us, hehe -yes guilty, I am) whereby you just let your guard down and allow your heart and your desires to take over ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've felt this way often -too often, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the days whereby I feel as though everything just seems to whiz by. I get up, sit around procrastinating my work by devoiding my attention from it and to the wonderful land of day dreams and before I know it, the day is ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were so many times whereby I battled with frustration at my horrible attention span and my obsession with day dreams as it has done me no good many a time. For example, delays in the completion of my assignments -which basically happens every freaking time, gosh knows why- or just the waste of a perfectly good and free day which I spent doing absolutely nothing productive. Then, I spend what's left of my day feeling crummy that I did nothing productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is these little day dreams that keep em grounded and sane :) I'll admit, these few little moments I spend thinking wishfully - they are the little happy pills I pop which make my mundane and empty day seem slightly above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems like I'm ranting aimlessly, but I was just pondering over how much time I waste day-dreaming but after much contemplation, I've come to realised that these &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; what keeps me feeling hopeful when I'm having this awful day or when it all feels meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I day dream of when I'll be out holidaying with my sweeties who'll be leaving soon, when I'll be shopping or catching up with those who've left and about when he's coming back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I day dream of when I'll have my backpacking Euro-trip thingy with the bestie after we graduate. Oh, think about all the exciting places we'll visit! Itlay, Rome, wherever. . Of when I do visit her in the States the following year and the great Christmas and New Year's which we will hopefully be celebrating at Times Square. Oh, and visit the others who will also be studying in the States. Road trip! *hopeful grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of when I finally do get to Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me silly but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; these little things which keep me grounded and contented with my current mundane and increasingly empty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-4032084467466128451?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/4032084467466128451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-too-busy-chasing-dreams-to-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/4032084467466128451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/4032084467466128451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-too-busy-chasing-dreams-to-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-3331488463084468057</id><published>2009-03-20T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:06:28.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my best person when I have less on my plate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went browsing through the blog’s archives, old blogspot and xangga. Going through them really made me feel….blank. I felt nothing. I expressed no real thoughts or opinions in any of the posts. So what was the point of blogging? All I saw were stupid unsubstantial posts with empty nothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been a fairly private person. I hate the idea of people judging me. From the way I dress, to the way I write complementary with all my spelling and grammatical mistakes and what not. I guess that’s why I have never really taken blogging too seriously and really never attempted to try sitting still (long enough) to write a proper post. Not one just with frivolous pictures, but a real post where I actually genuinely penned down my thoughts. I know that by choosing to pen my thoughts down on this blog I put myself in a position up to be judged by the public (more like the few people that actually read this still). HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I’m trying to say is that I want to stop caring. I don’t want to always have to second guess myself before posting up a post because I’m afraid that people will think I’m a bad writer or that my thoughts are lame…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter how hard I will try to convince myself, to tell myself that I DO NOT care about people judging me, a little part of me will still be afraid to take that leap. I mean it’s just blogging, not like I’m publishing a memoirs of my life, but it’s still a big deal to me. That’s just so me. I’m a second guesser. I’m not a gambler, and I am a very private person. I’m the type of person that would rather conform than be the odd ball that sticks out. So I guess the point I’m trying to make is that I am going to attempt blogging. Not blogging as in posting up photos and writing a few lines here and there, but blogging more vocally. (Is that the right term?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby steps….I am going to take baby steps with this whole blogging thing. Let’s hope it all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just realized that I have about reached that time in my life where I should know what I want out in life. But I don’t. What do I want to be? Where do I see myself in say five years time? Will I be studying for my undergraduate still? Will I be doing my post-grad? Will I be employed? Will I be married? (yikes to that one). Most importantly will I be happy? I wish I had the answers to all these questions so that I can finally head into a direction that will lead me closer to what I’m supposed to be, which frankly I don’t know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so lost. I don’t even know whether I’m still in the position to be able to change my mind if say I suddenly had an epiphany of what I really wanted out in life. What if I wanted to be a chef. Can I still be a chef cause I’m already a quarter way through to getting my business degree. It feels like it’s too late to change my mind. By the way I do not want to be a chef, I was just speaking hypothetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having on and off problems with sleeping and I guess it just feels as though there’s this huge burden on me but I don’t know how to get rid of it. I really need to make up my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I like this? Everybody seems to be fine with having to make this huge decision of choosing what path they want to go down. See what I meant by me being a second guesser. I always second guess everything. It’s so annoying. I’m even second guessing why I want to go to the states to finish off my degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As far as I could remember I have always wanted to further my studies in the States. But I never really thought about why. Now that I’m older and can think for myself I’m wondering why. The country is in such bad economic shape now and the exchange rate is getting higher and higher, is it still a good idea to go there? I know nobody that will be going to the same place as me so I’ll be all alone in god knows what state. I really don’t know. And the part about guns. I’m not going to lie to you; I am shit afraid of the guns and violence. Are all these images of gun violence we see in the movies fictionalized? I don’t know when I should transfer. This Fall? Next Spring? When is the best time? Should I consider going to Canada or Australia? I don’t know what to do anymore. What if I make the wrong decision? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I know is that I want to finish my course at Sunway as soon as I can, but I might have to stay longer than I planned to. It’s so stupid. I still have a finance paper that I should take here in Malaysia so that I’ll save my parent’s money instead of taking it in the States but they only offer that paper in August. Sigh, sigh, sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one feeling like this? The feeling of not knowing what you want is really so unsettling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Listening to: It Means Nothing by Stereophonics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-3331488463084468057?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/3331488463084468057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-my-best-person-when-i-have-less-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/3331488463084468057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/3331488463084468057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-my-best-person-when-i-have-less-on.html' title='I am my best person when I have less on my plate'/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171454404541737553.post-5084023756439971889</id><published>2009-03-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:52:41.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A New Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi ppl :) We have officially moved our blog here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After much delay, we've finally &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;decide&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; to start anew in blogspot. We've grown and matured since starting our xanga blog and I guess it's time for a fresh start :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the new place where we'll spill our verbal diaorrhea, bitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, rant, and throw all our thoughts and emotions along with pictures of course.:) Our post just won't be complete without that now, will it?;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love loads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yien &amp;amp; Cheryl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6171454404541737553-5084023756439971889?l=frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/feeds/5084023756439971889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beginning-hi-ppl-we-have-officially.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/5084023756439971889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171454404541737553/posts/default/5084023756439971889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frenchketchupqueens.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-beginning-hi-ppl-we-have-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl &amp;amp; Yien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10572886375327922764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FH3RvYxe-Mw/SbUVKeh3QyI/AAAAAAAAABA/1A9VgOplZf0/S220/Copy+of+f40FD+126.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
