<?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-8440347480721370248</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:06:33.438+08:00</updated><category term='i'/><title type='text'>My name is Elise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-1898151141312859436</id><published>2009-10-02T22:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:04:37.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Krrunch Time, Get Playful!</title><content type='html'>Hello to the one or two of you reading this traffic-less blog of mine. I know, I know..... It's been soooooooooooo long since I've last blogged but hey, I'm blogging now ain't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a coupla photos to show you what I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYQNRCVYsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XalBB3OGL4g/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYQNRCVYsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XalBB3OGL4g/s320/DSC00449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388011824292913858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah new hair style aka the Chicken Little hairstyle. What's dangling off my ears you asked? It's one of my new ear rings I've made. Made from what? Make a guess. I'll give you another clue. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYRXSvdrHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OHpClTMUCu4/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYRXSvdrHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OHpClTMUCu4/s320/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388013096060955762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get it now? Yes I know it looks familiar. I bet most of you Krrunch on it before while watching soccer matches........... Now imma piece the first two photos together. And so you'll get......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYSdqqiOwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NxagRfnL0VM/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYSdqqiOwI/AAAAAAAAAF8/NxagRfnL0VM/s320/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388014305073576706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this. Still don't get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Elise/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYT0Bi51QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7DCXsouvfzE/s1600-h/pringles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYT0Bi51QI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7DCXsouvfzE/s320/pringles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388015788684334338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IT'S PRINGLES LA DODO BIRDS! I made the ear rings outta the can and the chips itself. This is what I do when I'm too bored at home. I had a Krrunch Time making them and this is my one and only Krrunch moment at home. :) The reason why I don't have a picture of myself and the Pringles can is because I cut it up to make the second set of ear rings before taking a picture with it. Right, go ahead and think I'm the dodo bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the mess I've made with the can and the chips, you may think I'll have to clear them up. But fortunately, I do not. Because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYVaNFh-wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/f-Tvvpjz-hw/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYVaNFh-wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/f-Tvvpjz-hw/s320/DSC00482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388017544129018626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's clearing it up for me. FOR ME! hehehe. :) Ok one last photo before I sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYV3xtqcCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DEb_2rItFmw/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYV3xtqcCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DEb_2rItFmw/s320/DSC00481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388018052177227810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A can of Pringles Originals, $2.80. A picture of Krrunching the Pringles chips with that expression...................... Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Krrunch Time, Get Playful! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-1898151141312859436?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/1898151141312859436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-krrunch-time-get-playful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/1898151141312859436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/1898151141312859436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-krrunch-time-get-playful.html' title='It&apos;s Krrunch Time, Get Playful!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SsYQNRCVYsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XalBB3OGL4g/s72-c/DSC00449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-8317723793923312401</id><published>2009-07-23T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:46:01.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom tooth is totally not wisdomful. AT ALL.</title><content type='html'>Wisdom tooth is so not Wisdomful. In fact, it FUCKING PAINFUL!!!! I have this pair of wisdom tooth at my lower row of teeth. And they hurt when they want to. The gums around it totally split open when they decide to hurt. Like wtf. What have I done to deserve this? I don't know why but this time round it hurts super bad. It hurts when I'm eating, hurts when I'm sleeping. Aiyah! Just hurts when my upper jaw and lower jaw comes in contact la wtf. There's this one time I was thinking that I may have to sleep, eat, walk around with my mouth open. So it won't hurt. Had a fever yesterday (I think it results from the bloody wisdom tooth) and a not too bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last coupla weeks had been a whirlwind for me. Damn frigging busy. Either meeting clients or liaising with current campaigns. And I have damn loads of proposals. BUT NO SALES! FTS! Does this mean that I can't sell? Huiwen was telling me, "Will close (deal) one, don't worry." But thing is, my last sales was a month ago. Now I'm getting nervous and stressed up. Ahhhhhhhhh!! And dear Ming had been looking forward to his Chauffeur Service already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm Kanchiong la. Period. One seriously bad habit of mine that I must get rid of. And quick. I'm learning along the way. I know I can sell. It's just that the results just aren't coming up yet. But eventually they will. I frigging will see to it that they will. Or else imma die terribly in Ming's hands. Just joking. *Pun intended Raine* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sorry no pics in this post. Not a picture blogger all along. Maybe that's why my hits are like toad shit.* :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-8317723793923312401?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/8317723793923312401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/07/wisdom-tooth-is-totally-not-wisdomful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/8317723793923312401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/8317723793923312401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/07/wisdom-tooth-is-totally-not-wisdomful.html' title='Wisdom tooth is totally not wisdomful. AT ALL.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-1926272664673888342</id><published>2009-07-03T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:12:32.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love being busy</title><content type='html'>I don't usually blog during work. I guess this is the exception. But I'm not exactly working la. In fact, I'm chilling at the Mac's in Peace Centre. Waiting to go off for my next meeting at Ubi Road. Yes FML. UBI ROAD?! And then there is this last minute meeting scheduled with an agency at 6.15pm. I seriously wonder how am i supposed to make my way from Ubi to Tanjong Pagar. But it keeps me busy and I love being busy. To me, being busy = business, which is currently my goal. I set myself a target of $XX,XXX sales within 6 months. And I wanna make sure that I hit it. I believe this is what keeps me alive afterall. Goals and my passion for this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on night shift today so I don't mind working late as long as the client wants to see me. :) I seriously shouldn't be using my laptop now. Cos I have half a bar left in the battery and its gotta survive 2 meetings later on. And this Macs has got no frigging power point. ARRGHH! But if I don't use the laptop what am I supposed to do.. Rot at Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I don't know why I'm asking questions and answering them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes left before I head off to Ubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-1926272664673888342?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/1926272664673888342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-being-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/1926272664673888342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/1926272664673888342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-being-busy.html' title='I love being busy'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-7643435699911451873</id><published>2009-06-30T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:59:17.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Nuffies ;)</title><content type='html'>I didn't know I can be so happy with a simple dinner, a coupla rounds of Daytona and hilarious pool sessions with the Nuffies. I guess the rest must be happier than me, cuz apparently I'm their joke of the day. *Sighhh* I suck at pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing till both my cheeks were numb and I find that surprisingly enjoyable. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-7643435699911451873?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/7643435699911451873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-nuffies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/7643435699911451873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/7643435699911451873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-nuffies.html' title='I love my Nuffies ;)'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-2760684482805716210</id><published>2009-06-28T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:33:50.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'>A simple Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>It had been quite some time since I've met up with my ex colleagues. I've left that job, but I definitely have not left my friends there. :) It was Selena's birthday last week so SHE decided to celebrate with a simple dinner at Breeks and KTV. Yes, SHE suggested KTV. In the end, she practiced for her Suduko Challenge while we sang the night away. Erm, actually they sang the night away cuz I was also watching most of the time. Mandarin songs are my achilles' heel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4WWGwvTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vIrZtR0oDkg/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4WWGwvTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vIrZtR0oDkg/s320/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379007439519026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elaine took this picture of me in our new office (Oh! Did I mention we have a new office and a Nuffies corner? =D Pictures and all in my next post!) before I head off to Marina Square to meet the peeps. They kept saying I look super demure and so not me in this picture. I agree. But wth, even though I'm Miss Chor Lor, I deserve a good picture too right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4W4grquI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kTnLEXajhNs/s1600-h/ktv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4W4grquI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kTnLEXajhNs/s320/ktv6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379016675044066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carmanza and I in our cam-whoring mood. I think the last time I saw her was a coupla months ago. Still same old same old, but she slimmed down! Even though I think she's skinny enough.. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4lLEIN1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iUprNR-vXdU/s1600-h/ktv11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4lLEIN1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/iUprNR-vXdU/s320/ktv11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379262173722450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weng Wei and his girlfriend. I seriously take my hat off to those guys. They can sing like 4-5 songs continously. Ok la.. maybe I'm lousy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4lCzA2_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_z0Nn6lhBs0/s1600-h/ktv12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4lCzA2_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/_z0Nn6lhBs0/s320/ktv12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379259954453490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Carmanza and her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4kuc4iII/AAAAAAAAAE8/6S3tCi6uBHg/s1600-h/ktv7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4kuc4iII/AAAAAAAAAE8/6S3tCi6uBHg/s320/ktv7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379254492924034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana and I. She is the girl hired to replace the position I've emptied. Nice girl who only chatters when the topic "Robin" comes up. Wahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4WhHdcfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pCoX3vpf0AI/s1600-h/ktv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4WhHdcfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pCoX3vpf0AI/s320/ktv5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379010395238898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Chi Keong in his super "tou ru" mood. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4kp8spSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A67v34Q380I/s1600-h/ktv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4kp8spSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/A67v34Q380I/s320/ktv8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379253284185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel so shuang when I finally lashed out at him after 2 months of not doing so. Whew. How I miss the days when we bicker every second. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4Wi5oY1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Sjd6POur4e4/s1600-h/ktv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4Wi5oY1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Sjd6POur4e4/s320/ktv4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379010874106706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missy and Marvin came after 2 hours into the KTV session due to her school. =) We never fail to have something to gossip about when we meet. Hahahaha.. Sua Ku sisters we called ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4qG3vDbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wF5m3Zb0Ve8/s1600-h/ktv13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4qG3vDbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wF5m3Zb0Ve8/s320/ktv13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379346947345842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     I feel like a light bulb here. **BRIGGHHHHHHTTTT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4Wc_Mh7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iFg5onLRRTI/s1600-h/ktv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4Wc_Mh7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iFg5onLRRTI/s320/ktv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379009286834098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cam-whoring skills not bad okays.. 4 faces fit into the frame nicely. LOL. I guess i must have improved during my days in Nuffnang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4k6HKfCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_6VJkcAdJqY/s1600-h/ktv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4k6HKfCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_6VJkcAdJqY/s320/ktv9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352379257623051298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the ladies. Seriously I regretted so much in getting that shit ass job in Ameron. And these are the only people who makes me think twice about regretting. Glad I met these people. :) At least next time I'll have them to attend my wedding. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-2760684482805716210?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/2760684482805716210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-birthday-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/2760684482805716210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/2760684482805716210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-birthday-celebration.html' title='A simple Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Skd4WWGwvTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vIrZtR0oDkg/s72-c/DSC02213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-98568125162640795</id><published>2009-06-25T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:20:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercials</title><content type='html'>I can no longer watch commercials without thinking of work.&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;But I love my job. I think I'm gonna do great. Work smart, not work hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-98568125162640795?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/98568125162640795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/commercials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/98568125162640795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/98568125162640795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/commercials.html' title='Commercials'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-3431257577897425006</id><published>2009-06-09T15:44:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:19:45.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuffies Trip to KL!</title><content type='html'>The last weekend was a blast. I've never enjoyed myself so much other than the part of missing my baby. I don't know if that's counted as a clubbing experience. If it does, then I can finally tell people who asked, that I've clubbed. Yes. Hooray. After like 21 years of life on this planet. Let the pictures speak for themselves! The theme for the Tiger Nuffnang party was "Standout". So the SG nuffies girls went to the party in our................................ &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4VHj2WOzI/AAAAAAAAACk/JlbbHUGS4pk/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4VHj2WOzI/AAAAAAAAACk/JlbbHUGS4pk/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345233027361815346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                PJs! Yawning right before the party starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself and Elaine and Raine that I will not be drinking more than a bottle of beer. But as it turns out, I think I drank a little too much. But I don't really remember if I ever drank that much. But heck, I have my loves to take care of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4WzZdI_tI/AAAAAAAAACs/MIKTp3Fn_qg/s1600-h/IMG_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4WzZdI_tI/AAAAAAAAACs/MIKTp3Fn_qg/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345234879997607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 We have 1000 bottles of Tiger Beer free flowed! So how can I miss it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4XoeblNsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QDrS3220pB0/s1600-h/IMG_2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4XoeblNsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QDrS3220pB0/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345235791866312386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Cam-whoring in Nic's car on the way to HQnine. Nic's cam-whoring skills are superb i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4YydZAxWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k3mcJFqm5K0/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4YydZAxWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/k3mcJFqm5K0/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345237062897419618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             Yee Hou being the begger of the night at the registration counter. Damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4ZzzgtXQI/AAAAAAAAADE/S7PevHy3qHo/s1600-h/IMG_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4ZzzgtXQI/AAAAAAAAADE/S7PevHy3qHo/s320/IMG_2348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345238185526779138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us the girls getting hyped up. Alright I know you guys noticed me slowly evolving into a tomato. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4bLSPub_I/AAAAAAAAADU/ds84_5QGy90/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4bLSPub_I/AAAAAAAAADU/ds84_5QGy90/s320/IMG_2325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345239688425664498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us with my favorite blogger KennySia! I've so wanted to meet him since I joined NN. Oh ya, he attended as Susan Boyle.. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4caYwurOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EJVaMo5U0Hk/s1600-h/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4caYwurOI/AAAAAAAAADc/EJVaMo5U0Hk/s320/IMG_2323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345241047384370402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Seriously I love these girls to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4eE0zkV-I/AAAAAAAAADs/rhhdeaVzsUM/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4eE0zkV-I/AAAAAAAAADs/rhhdeaVzsUM/s320/IMG_2358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345242875978602466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elaine, Elaynne...... haha. I'm really glad you're there with me girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4eyAMraXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZaVumlHlW-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4eyAMraXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZaVumlHlW-Q/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345243652130826610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Raine.. Ok la from here onwards I'm really starting to get out of hand.. oopz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4fWNs2X6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gbqeaWsjtWI/s1600-h/IMG_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4fWNs2X6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/gbqeaWsjtWI/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345244274230714274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheekonic and me. That's the nickname we gave nic. Red Underwear.. -.-" good one nic. Scared us shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4f7ztvbCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LNUosqpGZGc/s1600-h/IMG_2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4f7ztvbCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LNUosqpGZGc/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345244920090160162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's me with the potential playboy who can sell ANYTHING if he sold Vacumn Cleaners. Quoted by Ming. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4g-JFBDbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oPoqMpoc2Go/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4g-JFBDbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oPoqMpoc2Go/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345246059696295346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the final picture taken after the party itself. :) We went for supper after that. I don't even want to speak of what happened there. Oopz! We seriously had fun over there and the bonding with the MY nuffies went really really well. I love the MY nuffies so much! If you wanna have fun while working, Nuffnang is definitely the way to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: We will be having a flash mob at The Heeren this saturday at 5pm. More details at http://www.nuffnang.com.sg/up4pjs. Come join us in your PJs! See ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-3431257577897425006?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/3431257577897425006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuffies-trip-to-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/3431257577897425006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/3431257577897425006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/06/nuffies-trip-to-kl.html' title='Nuffies Trip to KL!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Si4VHj2WOzI/AAAAAAAAACk/JlbbHUGS4pk/s72-c/IMG_2293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-3773473997362529508</id><published>2009-05-25T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:30:26.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Eyes</title><content type='html'>I was there at the airport early waiting for their arrival. After what seems like an eternity, I knew they were here when thunderous shouts erupted around me. I pushed my way forward to catch a glimpse of him. Like other fans, I started chanting his name asking that he autograph whatever I have in my hands. Miraculously, he heard me. He started towards me asking for my name while he signed my jersey. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up damn late on the day of the game simply because I don't want to count down the hours to seeing him again. By 4pm, I was there chopping the best seats with the best view. The weather was hot, almost burning my clothes. 7pm, they emerge from the tunnel. The crowd erupted with cheers. I felt quite sad for the Singapore Team. But you know what, they deserve it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match was predictable and eye opening for a woman like me who haven't seen them play before. They won 3-0 and exchanged jerseys with the SG players. I wish then I was in their shoes. As they started back into the tunnel, I managed to sneak in as well and there he was.... We chatted and...... who knows what happened next? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what's been on my mind for the past few nights. How I will meet him. Steven Gerrard. And that's why I've been coming to work late even when taking cabs. That's why I haven't been able to sleep until the early early like 2am. That's why I have dark circles. And the match is like exactly 2 months and 1 day from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. I know... I've been dreaming much too early. But I can't stop myself. Now I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then people~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-3773473997362529508?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/3773473997362529508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/05/panda-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/3773473997362529508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/3773473997362529508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/05/panda-eyes.html' title='Panda Eyes'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-4266527624489489544</id><published>2009-05-03T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:13:36.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template!</title><content type='html'>Testing post on new template!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-4266527624489489544?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/4266527624489489544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-template.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/4266527624489489544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/4266527624489489544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-template.html' title='New Template!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-8921268018519061330</id><published>2009-04-24T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:55:33.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good news and real bad news people............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good news first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a new job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ok la.. actually this happened like almost 2 weeks ago. I'm only blogging about it now cos i just feel like blogging now. LOL. But anyhoos, for those of you who haven't already know, I'm working in Nuffnang!! Today is my second week in the office and so far I'm lovin' it. I mean.. this is what I've been looking for! What the hell is Ameron man.. It's almost like a company full of robots and rules and shits like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm the Advertising Account Executive for Nuffnang. Basically I source for advertisers to advertise on blogs. Most importantly I work for a coool boss and have the coolest people as my colleagues. I mean how often can you work in a office where the management allows you to blast your music as loud as you like? But most of the time it's my boss blasting the music la. Nice music la, Coldplay, Jason Mraz, Jay Chou.... (all my faves!!!!) And thus, I'm so prepared to learn everything I can here as well as to contribute whatever whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la as you can see, I'm happy. And I think I'm like damn freaking lucky to be able to find a job that I like at this time during the global crisis. Many would have held on to their current job but I don't believe that I can do well if I don't love what I'm doing at all. So I'm freaking grateful for this opportunity. =) Sneak peek of our cosy office below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SfF3BSl_VWI/AAAAAAAAACM/pZXzqxVPFCs/s1600-h/IMG_0535%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SfF3BSl_VWI/AAAAAAAAACM/pZXzqxVPFCs/s320/IMG_0535%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328170698210760034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is where I sit now. In a meeting room. Hehe. And yes, that chio red Vaio is MINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SfF4b5tazbI/AAAAAAAAACc/eJR_24iBmYY/s1600-h/IMG_0536%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SfF4b5tazbI/AAAAAAAAACc/eJR_24iBmYY/s320/IMG_0536%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328172254899129778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So this is the little pantry we have. Sometimes I feel like I'm at home instead of the office. -.-" Cosy huh? hehe. K la enough pics. If my boss sees this maybe he'll like do his karate punch on me again cos I posted pics of the office. -.-" ok i'm being lame. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bad news now........ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My uncle is very sick in the hospital. Very sick as in real sick as in you know wat I mean. I don't want to talk about the unavoidable because it's real depressing. I'm afraid to visit him in hospital when he's awake cos I'm scared that I'll cry in front of him and... you know. So I just visit him when he's sleeping and even so, I cried. So I really cannot believe what's gonna happen if he's awake and all. I don't want him to see me like that as well cos he does not know how serious his condition is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate things like that. I know that it's part and parcel of life but it's just super demoralising. We were born, studied like crazy, worked like crazy and this is wat we or rather everybody will get in the end. So that is why we should live our life the fullest so if anything like that happens, we won't have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle is a real nice guy just that he's a very quiet guy. I remember times when I was young that he will carry me and play with me. But of cos that have not happened in the recent years cos apparently I've grown up. I remember him drinking and smoking so much that he can end up so freaking drunk. I think that's what led to what it is today. Only if he didn't do this, only if he didn't do that... If there's really Only Ifs in this world, the world won't have any regrets anymore right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish that everything is as painless for him as possible. He's suffered enough and if it's really time that he should go, I hope it's quiet and painless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: My boss is a Man U fan. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-8921268018519061330?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/8921268018519061330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news-and-real-bad-news-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/8921268018519061330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/8921268018519061330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-news-and-real-bad-news-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SfF3BSl_VWI/AAAAAAAAACM/pZXzqxVPFCs/s72-c/IMG_0535%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-5118752077079961275</id><published>2009-04-10T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:54:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you guys see me online and facebook active more often these days it's simply because I have nothing else much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm bored to death!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhoos, I was reading the papers today and came across an article regarding this tussle between this Vietnamese girl's husband-to-be and her family. Woah. It's one hell of a tussle and I'm glad that this girl who'd just came out of her coma after a car accident is finally freed from it. I think that it's just right that her mum brought her back to Vietnam to continue treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To her ex husband-to-be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) If you love her, you wouldn't curse her and hope that she dies early no matter how hurt you are by her family's decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) If you love her, you wouldn't demand $30,000 compensation from her family if they decided to bring her back to Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) If you love her, you wouldn't hide from everyone the fact that you are STILL legally considered married to another woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) Quote: "If I find one (new Vietnamese bride), I'll make her stay home, do housework, be a housewife and not mix with people", Unquote. To this I think you're being utterly selfish and sick. You need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's easy for me to say he shouldn't do this, he shouldn't do that because I'm not in his shoes but everyone is entitled to having an opinion or two. But seriously, he needs help. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/S: This is totally random post. Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-5118752077079961275?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/5118752077079961275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/5118752077079961275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/5118752077079961275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-8831707281475256371</id><published>2009-03-28T13:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:02:48.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I grew up as a relatively confused girl. I change my mind alot and normally I don't know what I want in life and what has it got installed for me. Nothing ever feels dead right for me and I have been sitting on the fence about everything ever since I started making decisions for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have, however, made 2 decisions in my life that I have no regrets for whatsoever. People often say to save the best for the last and so that's what I shall do. Many will think my first decision is nothing great because alot others out there shares it. I would however, like to treat it like I own it though I know I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 years ago, I began watching soccer. The then EPL, Champion's league, World Cup, Euro Cup etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And because of this man, I fell in love with the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc24wkQ1HaI/AAAAAAAAABk/a_AwA4bVnVw/s1600-h/gerrard_steven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc24wkQ1HaI/AAAAAAAAABk/a_AwA4bVnVw/s320/gerrard_steven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318109879501921698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His name is Steven Gerrard and the club I'm in love with and have been supporting ever since is none other than Liverpool FC. I believe there's no other club for me except for this one simply because this club has got amazing spirit and passion not just for the cup, but for the game they play as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think if there's a chance that Liverpool will win the BPL, it will be this season because they are at their best. But no matter what the outcome is, I will stay with the club just like I know the man in the picture will. There are just so many chances that he could have left for a better club in Europe but he didn't. God knows how many clubs had offered an amount much larger than what Liverpool is paying him but still, he stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He once said that if he's going to win the league cup, he'll want to win it with Liverpool FC. He could have won more than once with other clubs but he'll just be as happy if he won it once with Liverpool FC. This, I believe is his passion for the game. I have no right to judge but this is the difference between him and other players who club hop for the sake of fame and money. I envy him because he'd found the ultimate goal for his life and I sometimes wonder when will ever be my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is him and this club that got me thinking about my future, that I should pursue what I enjoy doing. I know I've made the right decision to stay with Liverpool FC no matter what and ultimately, they gave me the courage to quit my current job and go grab the chance I've been looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This second decision, also the most important decision I've made in my life is rather personal. Five years ago, when I was in Secondary 3, I met this guy. Ok, not exactly met him because he's my classmate. LOL. Anyhoos, I got to know him. And after a coupla months of texting and movie-goings, we got together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously when we were together, I never thought it would last simply because I don't think I love him THEN. I kinda just like him and it was Secondary 3! How am I suppose to know what love feels like?! I thought it will end quickly just like my previous relationships. But surprisingly, it did not. The first year we were together, we fought like mad hyenas. For one reason or another, he was 3-timing me. I think at that moment, I stuck with him because like any other girls out there, I don't wanna lose him to another woman. You may call it Ego because that's what I think it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3GbcfdcCI/AAAAAAAAABs/wVwjCpuZk5c/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3GbcfdcCI/AAAAAAAAABs/wVwjCpuZk5c/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318124909801336866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was us during the 1st/2nd year of our relationship. I couldn't remember clearly whether it's the 1st or 2nd but I know that's the period we've been fighting and I've been crying almost everyday. That was when I started asking myself, if I didn't love him, why did it hurt so much when he texted the other woman? Why did I cry during the times we tried to break up with each other? More than a dozen of questions flashed through my mind and the only answer I have for them is I've fallen in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3JNixNaKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t7pLiUClbVc/s1600-h/photo+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3JNixNaKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/t7pLiUClbVc/s320/photo+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318127969503111330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was us 2 years ago, during the 3rd year of our relationship. This picture was taken in HongKong. I went on a holiday trip with his family. At that point of our relationship, he'd not been contacting the other women. Or maybe he did, an SMS or two but purely as friends. I have learnt to trust him because he'd grown up. He's a better person who I think deserves my trust after he'd proven to me that he's serious about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may think this is a happily ever after. But no, I was not contented. He is a very introverted person and the 3 years we were together, he had me and I had him. There are no friends in our lives. I lost contacts with my secondary school buddies and I spent less time with my family. And vice versa for him. To add on, I have a very terrible temper. So terrible I think no one will be able to stand me. I started to realise that this is not healthy at all. We started to fight occasionally because of my short fuse. We fought over the biggest and tinnest issues. He couldn't stand my flaring up and I couldn't stop myself from flaring up. And these led to another obstacle. We nearly broke up after a cooling period of almost a month. But we got back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3NktprOQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BXJUptzDoRI/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3NktprOQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BXJUptzDoRI/s320/114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318132765607803138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was us last year during Christmas day, into the 4th year of our relationship. Look at me grinning like an idiot because I'm so happy that he's bring me to a buffet dinner in Swissotel. It was after our last big fight that everything just stabled. Everything falls right down into place. I started hanging out with my friends. I spend more time with my family. And in all these we still get to see each other almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3WhO362XI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tz-E6qTOQvE/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc3WhO362XI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tz-E6qTOQvE/s320/126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318142601411090802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is us now. Into our 5th year of our relationship. I'm glad to say he'd really changed alot for me, for our relationship. And I'm also ashamed to say that I'm still the same old same old. My temper is still bad. I don't know if it'd gotten any better since last time. This, you gotta ask him yourself. Most of the time he gives in when we quarrel or squabble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday night when we were lying in our bed preparing to turn in, I asked him alot of 'What Ifs'. The answers he gave me were vague but I know he loves me. He's just not the kind of hopeless romantic guy. He won't tell me he loves me. But he shows me. And I kinda get the feeling that I don't deserve him and I told him and so I kick up a fuss and told him to go find other deserving girls out there. LOL. But I know he wouldn't and I don't want him to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Simply because I love him. I often ask myself if he's the one for me and I believe the answer is very clear now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I never regret my decision to be with him and I never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have found my Steven Gerrard and you know it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-8831707281475256371?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/8831707281475256371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/8831707281475256371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/8831707281475256371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-years.html' title='5 Years'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Sc24wkQ1HaI/AAAAAAAAABk/a_AwA4bVnVw/s72-c/gerrard_steven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-4274346035542709846</id><published>2009-03-25T07:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:43:20.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Scly5U82I5I/AAAAAAAAABU/32tEQK6qYXE/s1600-h/Shopaholic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316907164289606546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 218px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Scly5U82I5I/AAAAAAAAABU/32tEQK6qYXE/s320/Shopaholic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This show is so much better than I thought! When I first saw the trailer, I NEVER intended to watch it. But it's very entertaining and humorous. I forgot when's the last time I've watched such a funny romantic comedy! Thanks to Raine and Nuffnang. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought after watching this show, I will more or less be more conservative when I'm shopping. But guess what? Right after the show, I happily walked into Guess at PS and thought I wouldn't get anything nice since I always thought Guess's bags and shoes are not my cup of tea. And then.......................................... I saw this beauty displayed on the top shelve. And......... I bloody hell bought it for S$159.90. Oh wells, I think I'll treat this as a reward for finally getting myself a new job and away from that hell hole. Hurray!! *congratulates myself* I think I'm pretty broke for the month. But you know, a girl needs a new bag now and then. *Excuses, excuses, excuses.....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha. People of the world, I hereby presents my conquest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SctNg7MKWgI/AAAAAAAAABc/YYgIc_9VJ2c/s1600-h/IMG_0450%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SctNg7MKWgI/AAAAAAAAABc/YYgIc_9VJ2c/s320/IMG_0450%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317429013080857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's a beauty, isn't she? =)&lt;br /&gt;&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/8440347480721370248-4274346035542709846?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/4274346035542709846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/4274346035542709846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/4274346035542709846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/Scly5U82I5I/AAAAAAAAABU/32tEQK6qYXE/s72-c/Shopaholic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-6510829133010893335</id><published>2009-02-04T19:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:36:17.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Met up with Jave on monday for a girls night out! It's been so long since I see her. I was so into my work for the previous months that I realized that I've missed out so many things. I wasn't there at Jave's and Kevin's joint birthday celebration. I wasn't there when the girls decided to meet for dinner. Damn I miss them so much! But anyway, I'm starting to make amends! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Actually, Raine was supposed to meet us on Monday too but poor us, kena pilot at the last minute. Haha! You better make it up to us rainie.. and 2 movie tickets are not gonna help much. Wahaha! Anyhoos, we went straight to Suntec since Jave gotta exchange her jeans at Topshop. She spent a nice 30 mins inside choosing between a skinny or straight jeans while I hold her melting Green Tea Frappuccino -.-". In the end she decided on the straight since it suits her better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dinner was at Ichiban Boshi. Actually Jave wanted to eat the Beppu Ramen or something. But too bad I think it closed down. Maybe they know Jave's going, that's why. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmFedzd_sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5aYX2pIZwIE/s1600-h/IMG_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmFedzd_sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5aYX2pIZwIE/s320/IMG_0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298913195021172418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She look damn cheeky in this photo doesn't she?! Hahahahah... Decided to cam-whore a lil' before the arrival of our food. I know most of you probably haven't seen me for a long time. So... here's one more for you to satisfy your curiosity of how much I've changed since I started work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmHIztPr2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LIvP8gaQOvw/s1600-h/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmHIztPr2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/LIvP8gaQOvw/s320/IMG_0389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298915021966782306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Damn those eye bags. -.-" Hehe. Our food came soon after that. Maybe they just cou.ldn't stand us taking photos after photos. But we continued. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmHuFxMRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vD4TZmI8W8U/s1600-h/IMG_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmHuFxMRyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vD4TZmI8W8U/s320/IMG_0394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298915662470334242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My super tangy Tempura Seiro. It's a must eat if you patronise Ichiban Boshi Suntec City. Never fails to impress me. =) And that pretty looking drink there, Tokyo Sunrise. Oh wells, I know I'll never be able to visit Tokyo in the near future. So what the hell.... just drink something with Tokyo in the name first so at least I will not think about it so much. Wahaha.. I'm so naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmJWA0i4gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RtOozyAyn70/s1600-h/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmJWA0i4gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RtOozyAyn70/s320/IMG_0395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298917447848616450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And after what seems like forever, Jave's Seafood Bento (I forgot the name of the Bento) arrived. The smell of Teriyaki and stone grill is so overpowering, Jave said she's already full before even she touched the food. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Catching up was really nice. Talked about jobs, her life, my life.. And as usual, hers is always more colourful and eventful than mine. Hehe.. Love listening to her going on and on and on about the people she meets. Lol. We went back quite early because both of us still gotta work the next day.. but miss you girl! We gotta do this more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I swear I'll be free. Hahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-6510829133010893335?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/6510829133010893335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/6510829133010893335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/6510829133010893335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_57TGWCA0tr8/SYmFedzd_sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5aYX2pIZwIE/s72-c/IMG_0388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-4441276667361237334</id><published>2009-01-20T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:18:32.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first facial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm turning 21 this year and up till last evening 5.45pm, I have not done a single professional facial. Girls out there stop snickering. I know it's funny but yup! And so.... I spent 600 bucks on a facial package that's gonna last me for maybe 6 months? For girls i guess this is an investment we've got to make. Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The past week had been uneventful. Mahjong sessions became a weekly program for us. We've been Mahjong-ing on Fridays for the past 3 weeks. Won some money and then some. It is the 'and then some' I think I shouldn't talk about. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CNY's just next week. I think I'll totally skip all the visitings this year. They are getting far too "ley-cheh" for me. I bet my parents will start nagging at me about traditions and stuffs once I told them my decision. Which will only happen on CNY eve. Don't want them to start nagging sooner. So date me people! Ask me out if you're intending to skip visiting too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just came back from the library, bringing back one of Sidney Sheldon's classics. His books are read mostly by guys when I was in Secondary School. Apparently, Sheldon's books has a reputation for its explicit adult details. I read my first Sheldon novel, "The Other Side of Midnight" when I was still in Polytechnic. Coincidentally or not so coincidentally, it is also the classic I just brought home from the library. Yes, I have this habit of re-reading novels and re-watching movies. Sometimes you will notice new details or understand the novel/movie better when you read/watch them the 2nd or 3rd time. As for me, it is usually more enjoyable the 2nd time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheldon's books are most of the time un-putdownable. His books amazingly hynoptizes the reader as he brings distinctive characters alive, which is why he's one of my favorite novelists of all time. As for his reputation for writing books with explicit adult details, I couldn't agree more. But wait wait, he writes them not in a 3rd rate pornography way but in a very sophisticated and erotic manner. If you're looking for a good read, "The Other Side of Midnight" is wildly recommended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-4441276667361237334?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/4441276667361237334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-facial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/4441276667361237334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/4441276667361237334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-first-facial.html' title='My first facial!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-7956870156432865550</id><published>2009-01-08T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:24:02.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since I joined the working society, my life simply flashed through like bolts of lightning. Everything seems so fast paced, sometimes I don't even know how to catch up anymore. My life has become a routine consisting of work, eat and sleep. Working took up 9 hours of my day. Bloody hell. Do you know how long that is? I cannot believe that I will be spending 3/4 of the rest of my life slogging for that one damnest thing that affects everybody's life, Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known since young from my parents that making money is not easy. But I've never imagine it to be so damn hard. I always thought that if I excel in my work, if I do well on my part, I will be regconized and appreciated. But apparently, this is not the case. My stuck up boss will never be satisfied. I think he don't even know what the hell I've been doing for the past 6 months. Because in his eyes, there's only somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 101 to do well: Kiss everybody's asses.&lt;/strong&gt; But sadly to say, I am not the person to do it. I just can't bring myself to do it. It makes me sick to my stomach just by thinking about it. It is so damn sad I tell you, having to pretend that you like the person ALL THE TIME even though you seriously feel like kicking him in the gut. But what to do? People will still do it because it'll help them in their career. People help you with an agenda. They want something in return, and if you have none to offer, get the hell out of their way. I guess this is just the reality of the society. But seriously, this is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so hard to get me interested once I've totally lose interest in my work. I'm getting a new job. And this time, I'm not going to give a hoot about what others say about my choice. I landed into this shit because I cared too much about what others think of what I do. This time, I am going ahead with what&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; want.&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;P/S: Cruel as it is, I'm glad that there are still some kind souls out there who are willing to help whenever possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-7956870156432865550?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/7956870156432865550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/7956870156432865550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/7956870156432865550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-blues.html' title='Thursday Blues'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440347480721370248.post-3361241978749454781</id><published>2009-01-06T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:31:39.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't fakin' it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi all. I think this is my 13466900753th blog. The previous ones never worked out. I hope this one will. =) Ning's been asking me to create a blog because she never knows where are my whereabouts. That's true, cos I've not been to the latest 2 meetups with the girls. Sorry girls! and I owe you guys tons of birthday presents I guess. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everything went pretty ok for me in 2008. But 2009 seems uncertain for me. I've been thinking of doing this and that for 2009 but everything cannot be confirmed. I want to continue my studies, but specializing in what? I don't know. I want to continue working in my current company till I figure out what I wanna study but due to the current recession, I'm on the chopping board for retrenchment. What's next? I don't know. There are just too many 'I don't knows' in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to be joyful about, I've made a few good pals while working. Missy, Selena, Kavin, Marvin etc.. Work will be so damn boring without them. All the after work activities and gossips sure spiced things up! Hehe. Am lookin' forward to the mahjong session after work this friday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really time to meet up with Ning and the girls. Please fix a date soon!! Yeah I think it's enough for the first entry. Too tired to blog any further after fixing this bloody blogskin for almost 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Congrats darlin, for passing your TP! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440347480721370248-3361241978749454781?l=me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/feeds/3361241978749454781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-aint-fakin-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/3361241978749454781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440347480721370248/posts/default/3361241978749454781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-llamo-elise.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-aint-fakin-it.html' title='I ain&apos;t fakin&apos; it.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143305499225901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
