<?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-4520161968636272820</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:41:23.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7618558124086459783</id><published>2009-03-26T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:07:34.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/ScuaIRPR8VI/AAAAAAAAApU/B2tJ9qOGZwE/s1600-h/570848842_ca97f739bf%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317513251898126674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/ScuaIRPR8VI/AAAAAAAAApU/B2tJ9qOGZwE/s400/570848842_ca97f739bf%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know why I feel like a million horrible things right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grouchy, testy and lousy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrations seem to well up so much i feel i could burst.. I could punch the cushiest pillows and still feel so mad at being mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its like being in a maze, trying to find your way out but yet losing your way while your feet is aching, and also tired and hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would just like to curl up, pout and not say a word for the next 24 hours or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blame it on hormones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-7618558124086459783?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7618558124086459783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7618558124086459783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7618558124086459783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7618558124086459783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2009/03/grr.html' title='grr.'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/ScuaIRPR8VI/AAAAAAAAApU/B2tJ9qOGZwE/s72-c/570848842_ca97f739bf%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3271366342608391702</id><published>2009-02-21T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:52:30.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my baby girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are this perfect dog, in an imperfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I lost you I couldn't forgive myself, for I vowed to give you a home till the very end. I loved to see you sigh and stretch with contentment, cos I knew that meant you felt warm, safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you aren't by my side, every spare moment I had I prayed to all the Gods above that you be warm, safe and happy. Perhaps I need not worry, for you always had this charm and sparkle in your black button eyes that could turn any perfectly sane human into your little slave.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that was why you haven't found your way back into my arms yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonds aren't made to be broken. We would one day meet. Wherever the place may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that happens, work your special Miffie magic and be very warm, safe, loved and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-3271366342608391702?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3271366342608391702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3271366342608391702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3271366342608391702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3271366342608391702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-my-baby-girl-you-are-this-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-25350282494000909</id><published>2009-01-24T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:19:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SXqkOAsddaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Qb35xZ09Myk/s1600-h/DSC02938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294724872539043234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SXqkOAsddaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Qb35xZ09Myk/s400/DSC02938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 yrs Small White Maltese lost from Blk 250C Compassvale Street.(Sengkang)Last seen at Void Deck on 22 Jan (Thu) around 4pm.Family misses her greatly.If found, kindly &amp;amp; urgently call Esther at mobile 81189640/68816607.Reward will be given. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the poster that i stuck around my neighbourhood.Heartlessly torn off by some people who claimed its not legal. Checked with SPCA and its not the case. Am trying to stay positive for my gal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-25350282494000909?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/25350282494000909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=25350282494000909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/25350282494000909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/25350282494000909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-baby-girl.html' title='My baby girl'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SXqkOAsddaI/AAAAAAAAAo8/Qb35xZ09Myk/s72-c/DSC02938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7586027953925742978</id><published>2008-12-27T13:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:41:28.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwrapped..gifts i love!</title><content type='html'>My Xmas gift to myself! One has gotta travel in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXG0CSJ4TI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0QZ1BP5nPQM/s1600-h/DSC02275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284348335057658162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXG0CSJ4TI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0QZ1BP5nPQM/s400/DSC02275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love that patent red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXGYhHP-rI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wW0VJARtf1A/s1600-h/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284347862297082546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXGYhHP-rI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wW0VJARtf1A/s400/DSC02755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My bedside companion.. a sweet lil ballerina twirling to the tune"U are my sunshine" :) such a sweet tinkling melody. I figured it looks kinda lonely so that explains Mr. blue florals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXFybnmoxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/I6x5T9Yl1Bo/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284347207987143442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXFybnmoxI/AAAAAAAAAnM/I6x5T9Yl1Bo/s400/DSC02751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the babe who insists to wrap despite the very crammy pasta mania table amidst our food.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXFili8g3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/YlMjxnVn_NI/s1600-h/DSC02749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284346935774053234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXFili8g3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/YlMjxnVn_NI/s400/DSC02749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An uber cute coaster! Jus what i need for my mug in office!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The statement on coaster? AGREED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must have been an awesome BFF huh if not why i got both the coaster &amp;amp; Paris Hilton pouch. :p Your handwritten cards always so full of words n heart..Still have the one on my 18th birthday onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXEqRifkeI/AAAAAAAAAm8/lotQYRwZAaA/s1600-h/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284345968330772962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXEqRifkeI/AAAAAAAAAm8/lotQYRwZAaA/s400/DSC02604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very pleasant surprise. Purple rain tulips:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXEL0uDU5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/i0_NkyWKCEs/s1600-h/DSC02578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284345445198549906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXEL0uDU5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/i0_NkyWKCEs/s400/DSC02578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sprinkled water to keep them fresh and the droplets shimmer like lil diamonds on the petals. So pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go sit down with pen and paper in hand for some resolutions in 2009. On hindsight, certain events are pretty much blessings in disguise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a popular saying that when u fail to plan, u plan to fail. But again, some wisdom &amp;amp; a little flexibility for minor hiccups? Still very much needed.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-7586027953925742978?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7586027953925742978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7586027953925742978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7586027953925742978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7586027953925742978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/unwrappedgifts-i-love.html' title='Unwrapped..gifts i love!'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SVXG0CSJ4TI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0QZ1BP5nPQM/s72-c/DSC02275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5666857624701771143</id><published>2008-12-20T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:25:42.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Power Color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;At Your Highest:You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At Your Lowest:You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In Love:You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How You're Attractive:You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Your Eternal Question:"Am I Respected?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5666857624701771143?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5666857624701771143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5666857624701771143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5666857624701771143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5666857624701771143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-your-power-color.html' title='What&apos;s Your Power Color?'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5037371770089687362</id><published>2008-12-20T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:50:58.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elmo just makes my day! Dorky adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUxqn_RXNlI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vTNp-CB_G-0/s1600-h/14032008237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281713698230449746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUxqn_RXNlI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vTNp-CB_G-0/s400/14032008237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUxqV7yCa2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/2nbyvyqylO8/s1600-h/DSC02395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281713388056111970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUxqV7yCa2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/2nbyvyqylO8/s400/DSC02395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do awfully cute PJs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanna spread some love. Nice weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5037371770089687362?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5037371770089687362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5037371770089687362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5037371770089687362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5037371770089687362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-ask-me-elmo-just-makes-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUxqn_RXNlI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vTNp-CB_G-0/s72-c/14032008237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-8928276012297576373</id><published>2008-12-15T22:06:00.034+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:00:42.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Items are up!</title><content type='html'>Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyu9cnQBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8Og5v2m1uyc/s1600-h/GetAttachment[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033764232609810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyu9cnQBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8Og5v2m1uyc/s400/GetAttachment%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip Gloss Tubes $8 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyoXVsncI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ApjbjVBRAOc/s1600-h/GetAttachment[2]+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033650923838914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyoXVsncI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ApjbjVBRAOc/s400/GetAttachment%5B2%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is selling in sasa for $18/$19.. going for $13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZykrqR2GI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GqmTu69ikXw/s1600-h/GetAttachment[2]+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033587659397218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZykrqR2GI/AAAAAAAAAk8/GqmTu69ikXw/s400/GetAttachment%5B2%5D+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyfb12f5I/AAAAAAAAAk0/W1qaLVHQwUk/s1600-h/GetAttachment[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033497513623442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyfb12f5I/AAAAAAAAAk0/W1qaLVHQwUk/s400/GetAttachment%5B7%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquid eyeliner in black/mascara -$12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyX6xTbkI/AAAAAAAAAks/59a8PWkSDg4/s1600-h/P1050475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033368377093698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyX6xTbkI/AAAAAAAAAks/59a8PWkSDg4/s400/P1050475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick-lit novels- Sophie Kinsella series $9 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyRnyTnmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5aHbhYoy7e8/s1600-h/P1050471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280033260201811554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyRnyTnmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5aHbhYoy7e8/s400/P1050471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent Publications -$10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yakuza Moon- Sold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyBIOA6lI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FAlprS8iD_A/s1600-h/P1050455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032976850184786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZyBIOA6lI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FAlprS8iD_A/s400/P1050455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouch &amp;amp; Body Mist from Victoria's secrets&lt;br /&gt;Pouch- $12&lt;br /&gt;Hazelnut Truffles Body Mist ( lightly used only 1/4 used) $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZx8r0aiEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Zr5zo0wcePE/s1600-h/P1050457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032900507142210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZx8r0aiEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Zr5zo0wcePE/s400/P1050457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZx1qUmyRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gNn9TZ0KorA/s1600-h/P1050462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032779846207762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZx1qUmyRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gNn9TZ0KorA/s400/P1050462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxrmbVT-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/dN-zowXcs7g/s1600-h/P1050465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032607001989090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxrmbVT-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/dN-zowXcs7g/s400/P1050465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros? You will smell just like delicious hazelnut truffles..Heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cons? You will feel peckish all day, like you gotta have some chocs or cookies.. so its a diet dampener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxi4X6sqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/G6IlxkoInVg/s1600-h/P1050466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032457200677538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxi4X6sqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/G6IlxkoInVg/s400/P1050466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake lashes (left;criss-cross) per box $2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxc5eFyxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Y3_Lw5OtCDo/s1600-h/P1050467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032354415790866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxc5eFyxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Y3_Lw5OtCDo/s400/P1050467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Box of 18 pairs -$15 -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxSoyzYaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/63jJfPrgTQE/s1600-h/P1050477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032178140570018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxSoyzYaI/AAAAAAAAAjs/63jJfPrgTQE/s400/P1050477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liquid Foundations/Loose Powder used once or twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxM1IHJUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oIkWMTT24D0/s1600-h/P1050483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032078371956034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxM1IHJUI/AAAAAAAAAjk/oIkWMTT24D0/s400/P1050483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shu Uemura loose powder in colourless matte-$32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxGpcbk8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/BXCC9wUb62w/s1600-h/P1050485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031972156740546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZxGpcbk8I/AAAAAAAAAjc/BXCC9wUb62w/s400/P1050485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shiseido Dual Balancing Liquid Foundation SPF 15-$35 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-SOLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZw_02wAaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e7Q-jBE8dxs/s1600-h/P1050491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031854960837026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZw_02wAaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e7Q-jBE8dxs/s400/P1050491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Biotherm Hydra-Detox Wash-off Mask - $38 (used only once) -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZw1zunffI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tJVRb0oZCKU/s1600-h/P1050504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031682859597298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZw1zunffI/AAAAAAAAAjM/tJVRb0oZCKU/s400/P1050504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emerald green tube dress with ruching details from Mango -$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwvSc0sKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/T-onp_ddffU/s1600-h/P1050502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031570847379618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwvSc0sKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/T-onp_ddffU/s400/P1050502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy shorts brand new -$8 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwqAN7TiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/S3udtKM2oo4/s1600-h/P1050500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031480053714466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwqAN7TiI/AAAAAAAAAi8/S3udtKM2oo4/s400/P1050500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwg9hbKDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HW9b3m8zoTE/s1600-h/P1050497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031324711364658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwg9hbKDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HW9b3m8zoTE/s400/P1050497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hair Curler from Watsons (used once )-$12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwYVpSY9I/AAAAAAAAAis/fLGJ4XTIJcA/s1600-h/P1050515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031176567972818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUZwYVpSY9I/AAAAAAAAAis/fLGJ4XTIJcA/s400/P1050515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Just one wardrobe-ful of clothes &amp;amp; what-nots is enough to give me a minor headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I bother with categorising I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the weather. I jus feel like lying in bed, curled up with elmo &amp;amp; a good book. Since I dug up old pics, shall do a nostalgic entry. Some pics made me laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I marvel at how everyone around me had blossomed.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one &amp;amp; only lil sis. Who is gonna be mummy to my nephew very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSZbdisZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/B_1e67qL8sY/s1600-h/P1050403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279513360250726274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSZbdisZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/B_1e67qL8sY/s400/P1050403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I dressed her up this way; she came up with the poses for the camera everytime:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSYfh9SP2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/vwGaONKC9kI/s1600-h/P1050401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279512330643849058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSYfh9SP2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/vwGaONKC9kI/s400/P1050401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She has this pixie face with an impish smile &amp;amp; boundless energy. High-pitched voice &amp;amp; complain to our maid i bully her but actually is she bully me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSYV6xyAcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TRPigQCNwuI/s1600-h/P1050414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279512165507793346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSYV6xyAcI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TRPigQCNwuI/s400/P1050414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin ah Derrrrrrr (as pronounced by my cutiepie cousin) &amp;amp; moi. He's gross; dig nose still put arm on me. My childhood playmate..i love him la.. sorry i broke your ultraman's hand many years ago but u didnt break my barbie's hand lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSYOAycisI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6WNpW2-uX7o/s1600-h/P1050407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279512029682240194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSYOAycisI/AAAAAAAAAhs/6WNpW2-uX7o/s400/P1050407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our "little bfs". I think mine more handsome. rite. :p&lt;br /&gt;We were told to hug for the pic, although he didnt look too enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSX-TGiFHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lYAoJeyK_EM/s1600-h/P1050410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279511759720420466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSX-TGiFHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/lYAoJeyK_EM/s400/P1050410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1 yr old celebration!&lt;br /&gt;From left: cousin De, myself, Lil bf, cousin Jingwen&lt;br /&gt;Proof that kids many yrs ago are more obedient; do as told to sit pretty for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSXkZMuzzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/q2EMXdtUclI/s1600-h/P1050423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279511314680434482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSXkZMuzzI/AAAAAAAAAhc/q2EMXdtUclI/s400/P1050423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last but not least.. my beloved grandma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mah mah as we affectionately call. Many of our behaviours are learnt in the childhood years and this amazing woman gave me so much, so unconditionally. Someone with a strong &amp;amp; steely demeanour, yet does her maternal duties with unwavering love and dedication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world can tumble around her and yet she keeps to her duties and still manage that signature smile; this to me is true dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A humanitarian, the strays at old Boon Keng have her to thank cos without fail, a bag of leftover dinner would sit waiting for the "cat auntie" to distribute daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to travel and would be proud of me that I once set foot in many lands, I know. Been years since she passed on, but I'll never forget that smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she smiles, her whole face smiles, eyes too. That one, they say, has to come from the heart :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love u, mah mah. Am glad i told her everytime till the last. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ps: Gotta hurry with the packing of stuff for sale.but will leave out lingerie.. due to the below msn conversation with Cousin Deeerrr hahah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin.. A good 2009 ahead... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for those lingeries.. u put on ebay or wad.. sg alot of siao guys.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;twirl.tap.smile.gym visits paying off! says:&lt;br /&gt;orh.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of smile, someone is making me smile alot nowadays..Like the thoughtfulness &amp;amp; the gd vibes..:)&lt;/em&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/4520161968636272820-5218400562094332856?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5218400562094332856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5218400562094332856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5218400562094332856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5218400562094332856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/humppfffffffttt.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SUSZbdisZ4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/B_1e67qL8sY/s72-c/P1050403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2019151512290733772</id><published>2008-12-12T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:42:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will be spending a big part of the weekend clearing clutter in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore..impulse purchases that were not used/lightly used will be up for SALE! Retail therapy seemed like a great idea for 2008 :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some tops from BKK&lt;br /&gt;- Lingerie /slip dresses(unused) BKK&lt;br /&gt;-Cosmetics &amp;amp; skincare products; very random have to sort them first!&lt;br /&gt;-Perfume&lt;br /&gt;-Misc items like haircurler &lt;br /&gt;-Hugo Boss Ladies Timepiece&lt;br /&gt;-Pouches/cute scarves&lt;br /&gt;-Retail Vouchers&lt;br /&gt;-Other quirky items I prolly don't need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All above will be in extremely gd condition. Pictures will be up and prices are all gonna be negotiable becos its Xmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I will be giving part of the $$ gotten from this sale of my items to give something back to needy children under the care of World Vision :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org.sg/CF-Catalogue.php?catID=3"&gt;http://www.worldvision.org.sg/CF-Catalogue.php?catID=3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to this online catalogue &amp;amp; pick out a gift that will help transform a child's life! I think its the best gift anyone can give. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-2019151512290733772?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2019151512290733772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2019151512290733772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2019151512290733772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2019151512290733772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-be-spending-big-part-of-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-189482424870781183</id><published>2008-12-07T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:22:05.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could paint the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/STq-XuTX8oI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8-50XzwAmXU/s1600-h/P1050231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276739228193518210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/STq-XuTX8oI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8-50XzwAmXU/s400/P1050231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If I could paint the sky any colour i liked, it would be this..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/STq-AKNyvSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IygBbsDS7lg/s1600-h/P1050247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276738823369440546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/STq-AKNyvSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/IygBbsDS7lg/s400/P1050247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My amateurish attempts at photography! Promised myself someday i would watch a proper sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/STq9j0jqk3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZUaT-bjYNmU/s1600-h/P1050232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276738336519263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/STq9j0jqk3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZUaT-bjYNmU/s400/P1050232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eva &amp;amp; I caught up to go cycle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't seen her in awhile, glad she got good grades for all her papers! We had so much fun chatting and giggling, despite the awful dinner at HK Cafe and the milk tea which kept me up till now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tis the month to be merry! Merry Xmas everyone.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4520161968636272820-189482424870781183?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/189482424870781183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=189482424870781183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/189482424870781183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/189482424870781183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-could-paint-sky.html' title='If I could paint the sky'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/STq-XuTX8oI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8-50XzwAmXU/s72-c/P1050231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-334788368765873631</id><published>2008-11-23T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:49:49.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I much prefer David Cook's version! Can't seem to tire of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the live band at Timbre is awesome.. Literally melted when they did this piece. Somehow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Carey's version feels a tad dated for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;"A friend is someone who stays in when the rest of the world has gone out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above line is dedicated to Daddy J *coughs..coughs* &lt;br /&gt;For being very daddy/guardian-like all this while, whether i needed it or not you never fail to let me know you'll be there &amp;amp; there was never a doubt that you would..&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though sometimes when talking u always link it to someone/something else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my way of saying thanks&lt;br /&gt;For catching me when I fall. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again for being such a good friend&lt;br /&gt;And being here with me through it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-334788368765873631?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/334788368765873631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=334788368765873631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/334788368765873631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/334788368765873631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-much-prefer-david-cooks-version-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6186599400228703076</id><published>2008-11-12T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:16:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smell like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; beautiful Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely bunch it is.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-6186599400228703076?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6186599400228703076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6186599400228703076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6186599400228703076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6186599400228703076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-flowers.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-4200076881133251476</id><published>2008-11-08T23:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:37:14.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its already november</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to say goodbye to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year seemingly full of promise that turned out to be one that's full of mistakes and painful realisations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall focus on the simple pleasures life brings or things that make me smile.. till '09 rolls around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWzpuqAQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Hfjxi5fRXLk/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266312868759879938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWzpuqAQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Hfjxi5fRXLk/s400/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Impeccable French mani that actually lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWzSFvZwQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WvJ9f4dQkM0/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266312462639677698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWzSFvZwQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/WvJ9f4dQkM0/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cutest, sweetest, mischievious, shrimp-loving cousin made cuter by blabbering in thai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWzIGSIzaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jXOAwUxnD0E/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266312290986675618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWzIGSIzaI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jXOAwUxnD0E/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear she's gonna be such a babe when she grows up; just don't be a jerk magnet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWygAnUHHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/zQ_fFBxzYuU/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266311602270116978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWygAnUHHI/AAAAAAAAAgM/zQ_fFBxzYuU/s400/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wacky Elmo. I need a life-sized one to hug to sleep at night though.Where can I get one? I don't wanna the stiff kind, but the mushy type where u can fold the arms however you like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWxOe-5bvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/AS9XbnI62HY/s1600-h/lula5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266310201672822514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWxOe-5bvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/AS9XbnI62HY/s400/lula5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All things whimsical. The girlier the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWw-8Gd8iI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sBS4xZ_ZvWo/s1600-h/S128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266309934611296802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWw-8Gd8iI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sBS4xZ_ZvWo/s400/S128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Black and white images. Taken with a creative edge and a sprinkling of nostalgia. No rules needed, just a keen eye for style &amp;amp; perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWvuExvBCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QyBnK1FPu84/s1600-h/DSC01862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266308545370850338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWvuExvBCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QyBnK1FPu84/s400/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great company with people that matter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWvFy94PHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JxYtCUJ2b4g/s1600-h/DSC01853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266307853395180658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWvFy94PHI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JxYtCUJ2b4g/s400/DSC01853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A BFF moment. Laughing/giggling about NOTHING in particular. We were just Happy to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top wishes for 2009...............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good health and a bad memory please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-4200076881133251476?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4200076881133251476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=4200076881133251476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4200076881133251476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4200076881133251476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-already-november.html' title='Its already november'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SRWzpuqAQQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Hfjxi5fRXLk/s72-c/DSC01301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-9078843090477563363</id><published>2008-10-28T20:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:14:46.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lopsided</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SQcFsAxzXFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BKVa_PbJZYs/s1600-h/166192787_dd2b37290d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262180943286983762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SQcFsAxzXFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BKVa_PbJZYs/s400/166192787_dd2b37290d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed is lopsided, getting all soft and mushy on one side so I get backaches in the morning. More than annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new bed, a new room, new furniture, new lights, new curtains, new bedsheets, pillows, quilt &amp;amp; new snooze buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let all things be new. Spanking new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;あたらしい)おねがいします .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-9078843090477563363?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9078843090477563363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=9078843090477563363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/9078843090477563363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/9078843090477563363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/lopsided.html' title='Lopsided'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SQcFsAxzXFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BKVa_PbJZYs/s72-c/166192787_dd2b37290d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-987499032456961941</id><published>2008-10-23T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:05:43.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SQCOl5P9ssI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZqL81-paQfs/s1600-h/431489656_b3c837e4f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260361146442822338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SQCOl5P9ssI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZqL81-paQfs/s400/431489656_b3c837e4f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SQCN6uG128I/AAAAAAAAAe8/pTfiE8Xcb1s/s1600-h/432012695_6e3e04f622.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On your&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wish for you the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fulfillment of all your fondest dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.I hope that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;every candle on your cake you get a wonderful surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for you that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;whatever you want most in life, it comes to you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;just the way you imagined it&lt;/span&gt;,or better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-987499032456961941?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/987499032456961941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=987499032456961941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/987499032456961941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/987499032456961941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-your-birthday-i-wish-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SQCOl5P9ssI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ZqL81-paQfs/s72-c/431489656_b3c837e4f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-8545595555672257404</id><published>2008-10-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:39:51.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SP84xbu6VaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/kVNrHG0zHbY/s1600-h/kvj87Xvtql6hxC65nc-b7g%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259985311701292450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SP84xbu6VaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/kVNrHG0zHbY/s400/kvj87Xvtql6hxC65nc-b7g%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to photofunia.com, I'm a piece of art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave creation btw. A great way to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-8545595555672257404?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8545595555672257404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=8545595555672257404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/8545595555672257404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/8545595555672257404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-to-photofunia.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SP84xbu6VaI/AAAAAAAAAe0/kVNrHG0zHbY/s72-c/kvj87Xvtql6hxC65nc-b7g%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5921346014898037970</id><published>2008-10-19T00:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:25:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing faces</title><content type='html'>I like photography. Paintings &amp;amp; drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An emotion, memory, captured on film or canvas is simply priceless. Looking at old pictures is like stopping time to revisit a place u once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly remembered the emotions I felt and the things running thru my mind as the images were captured..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change and faces alter as time goes by. Document it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment matters. Even the ones that break you down and make you cry so hard it hurts. They played a part in shaping who we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJzPZqTMI/AAAAAAAAAes/yv9Zb4sYirQ/s1600-h/WFq1tiR8Gm0IYPTPFWN3rw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258526290820615362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJzPZqTMI/AAAAAAAAAes/yv9Zb4sYirQ/s400/WFq1tiR8Gm0IYPTPFWN3rw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJo8Z5_QI/AAAAAAAAAek/pbIuy8fLlIA/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_75197%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258526113922678018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJo8Z5_QI/AAAAAAAAAek/pbIuy8fLlIA/s400/PhotoFunia_75197%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJi4why2I/AAAAAAAAAec/KltoMQCKZ3w/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_72a99%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258526009864604514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJi4why2I/AAAAAAAAAec/KltoMQCKZ3w/s400/PhotoFunia_72a99%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJby8sxoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tHSdzcTV3UE/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_6bc89%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258525888045958786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJby8sxoI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tHSdzcTV3UE/s400/PhotoFunia_6bc89%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJTszFn_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/TRWWbHtUdkA/s1600-h/4T0pROEKO8fXTv619F1M9g%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258525748956078066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJTszFn_I/AAAAAAAAAeM/TRWWbHtUdkA/s400/4T0pROEKO8fXTv619F1M9g%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone dear had this habit of snapping pictures of me when I wasn't aware. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A snapshot in the midst of a conversation, another of a pout or a tentative smile while daydreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet those always turned out to be the best pictures. Of cos I became aware after awhile and even got irritated at times when I don't feel like it, especially with bad hair days and in between bouts of pms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I never understood why you needed to steal shots of me each time we met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I asked, your answer touched my heart. And it felt special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have an inquiring mind, and am constantly probing out of you. I couldn't have missed the reasons, yet I needed to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Clearly an open book, but I had decided it was an unfinished puzzle, trying to fix the pieces that didn't belong. Apologies are for days long gone, lessons are mine for keeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are for the days when your collection ceased to continue, or gone for good..They aren't images only for your eyes in that trusty phone of yours now,but well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5921346014898037970?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5921346014898037970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5921346014898037970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5921346014898037970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5921346014898037970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/changing-faces.html' title='Changing faces'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPoJzPZqTMI/AAAAAAAAAes/yv9Zb4sYirQ/s72-c/WFq1tiR8Gm0IYPTPFWN3rw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7312426216304853274</id><published>2008-10-13T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:30:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPNl6VOE3VI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pbOX6_oF4FQ/s1600-h/33442410522421l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256657242874502482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPNl6VOE3VI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pbOX6_oF4FQ/s400/33442410522421l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolling Razors = Sis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else is new = Yours truly (me)&lt;/div&gt;him = see pic above (Caspar aka casso aka songsee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolling Razors says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pls sayang&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt; more let him sleep on yr bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wat..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he on off lao sai one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rolling Razors says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think cos he eat liao the stomach lie on the cold air con floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very hard to clean le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rolling Razors says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let him sleep on his dog bed leh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolling Razors says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos he lie flat on the floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rolling Razors says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he is fat and helpless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Razors says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we must help him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is new says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so funny u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rolling Razors says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;miss him&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwwwww.&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/4520161968636272820-7312426216304853274?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7312426216304853274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7312426216304853274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7312426216304853274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7312426216304853274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-dialogue.html' title='Funny dialogue'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SPNl6VOE3VI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pbOX6_oF4FQ/s72-c/33442410522421l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6577208407082468167</id><published>2008-10-10T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:48:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I always liked the scene in movies where the bride tosses her bouquet to the bridesmaids(presumably) cos it seemed like so much fun! If I were the bride,I would take a quick glance behind and purposely aim at the boys.. How comical it must be! Imagine the bewildered look. Priceless.:p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SO9XAQPIWGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Hddy1HxgFRI/s1600-h/(159+of+610).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255514952034703458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SO9XAQPIWGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Hddy1HxgFRI/s400/(159+of+610).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Posing with sis's bouquet while she did her dress change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SO9WkSfMSbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QCfEmEsVIqQ/s1600-h/(302+of+610).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255514471602604466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SO9WkSfMSbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/QCfEmEsVIqQ/s400/(302+of+610).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Rachel &amp;amp; family headed back to Bangkok days ago. Missing her already. Not only is she bright,chatty,sweet, adorable, she is so endearing affectionate. She would come wrap her arms (&amp;amp; legs) around me, smooch me silly and follow me around, with me holding her little hand. Gonna make it a point to save a bit so I can go visit them in Bangkok again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BKK in April 09, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-6577208407082468167?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6577208407082468167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6577208407082468167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6577208407082468167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6577208407082468167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-married-just-kidding.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SO9XAQPIWGI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Hddy1HxgFRI/s72-c/(159+of+610).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2542072873840168189</id><published>2008-10-09T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:32:11.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Someone went on a long holiday! Off to enjoy herself for 13 long days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means.. I get the whole house to myself! Which also means.. I have alot of house chores to do, since there will NEVER  be a lack of cleaning up to do when you have 2 dogs in the home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-2542072873840168189?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2542072873840168189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2542072873840168189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2542072873840168189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2542072873840168189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7858550508043375386</id><published>2008-10-01T00:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:04:04.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 26th of September</title><content type='html'>Nope, the night does not come before the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I have yet to get the pics from Dave,( still editing I suppose; but soon) the photographer of Kev &amp;amp; Jas's special day. Also, I have no program to resize the large file size for the images so its taking forever to load. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the lovely, bubbly people who made that day memorable, I suggest sending me your email so I could forward when I get the images from Dave, alrighty?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the funniest thing of the day was being a Ms. Piggy in the Chinese horoscope, I had to literally go hide in my room when the groom comes to pick the bride.(Some age old chinese tradition cum superstition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was ALMOST happily forgotten amidst all the cheers, till the very last minute when everyone was leaving. (Thank god sis remembered..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite random though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJTzMIPoEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0-pKjct6QRQ/s1600-h/P1040967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251852254361657410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJTzMIPoEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0-pKjct6QRQ/s400/P1040967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            Sis Jasmine &amp;amp; I at Dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJTI4U0WJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/W_YRbpKILEw/s1600-h/P1040956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251851527491180690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJTI4U0WJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/W_YRbpKILEw/s400/P1040956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's how weddings should be: Cheers, people who matters, pretty flowergirl &amp;amp; red petals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJSC7f0BqI/AAAAAAAAAck/oYV4dABPghQ/s1600-h/P1040813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251850325751760546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJSC7f0BqI/AAAAAAAAAck/oYV4dABPghQ/s400/P1040813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in the day.. Jasmine smiling her usual smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJQu6i6kxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hyckWJ0y-ts/s1600-h/P1040947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251848882387325714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJQu6i6kxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hyckWJ0y-ts/s400/P1040947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love this one, so sassy &amp;amp; smart. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJQUEb2N8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/iz8SMZPOlfw/s1600-h/P1040851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251848421185566658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJQUEb2N8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/iz8SMZPOlfw/s400/P1040851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bride &amp;amp; Groom &amp;amp; their nice, cozy room.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJOY9FVoiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qcD8T37eh3I/s1600-h/P1040811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251846306088198690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJOY9FVoiI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qcD8T37eh3I/s400/P1040811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJNotYIYLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/d3mU_mn1o88/s1600-h/CIMG1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251845477238333618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJNotYIYLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/d3mU_mn1o88/s400/CIMG1605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Lady Entourage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More. Later. &lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-7858550508043375386?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7858550508043375386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7858550508043375386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7858550508043375386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7858550508043375386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/26th-of-september.html' title='The 26th of September'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SOJTzMIPoEI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0-pKjct6QRQ/s72-c/P1040967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5170631625370568721</id><published>2008-09-22T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:34:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gym-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SNesGpiKSCI/AAAAAAAAAas/iKve430vsHY/s1600-h/P1030892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248853120951928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SNesGpiKSCI/AAAAAAAAAas/iKve430vsHY/s400/P1030892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from gym. 2 days in a row, to be exact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My legs are beginning to not feel like mine..but how I love the post workout glow and energy afterwards! Accosted by a stranger while riding the train home with " What kinda yoga do you do?" Hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lil Sis wedding is just days away, I'm looking forward to the gathering &amp;amp; my uber cute sawadee cousins. Planning to take lots &amp;amp; lots of pictures come this fri. How I miss them all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5170631625370568721?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5170631625370568721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5170631625370568721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5170631625370568721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5170631625370568721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/gym-ing.html' title='gym-ing'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SNesGpiKSCI/AAAAAAAAAas/iKve430vsHY/s72-c/P1030892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7296559990994037053</id><published>2008-09-17T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:43:31.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough of solitude and reflection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need friends! New or Old.. pls flood me with invitations for coffee, shopping,movies, anything.. especially healthy activities that require little expenditure!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heartfelt thanks to my girls who noticed my gloom..for the listening ear and making plans to hang out.  Girly conversations on the couch or by the pool would do real nicely. Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Where can I pack some instant humour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-7296559990994037053?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7296559990994037053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7296559990994037053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7296559990994037053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7296559990994037053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title='friends!'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-962522112143703465</id><published>2008-09-08T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:16:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想太多.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SMUt6gvFbrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Th4_uCkPrvI/s1600-h/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243647824385896114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SMUt6gvFbrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Th4_uCkPrvI/s400/candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been thinking alot recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mind going into overdrive.. Well into the wee hours of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Managed to decide on dresses for Sis's wedding :) Virginal white for the day &amp;amp; elegant black for the night. Have been catching up on myself and reading, music and a certain serenity and solitude.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss going up in a swing and unaltered laughter &amp;amp; maybe something I can't even put a finger to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thoughts as random as can be. Go to sleep, inquiring mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"If God Answers Your Prayer, He is increasing your FAITH. If He Delays, He is increasing you PATIENCE. If He Doesnt Answer, He has Something BETTER for U." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What's meant to be,will always find its way&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/4520161968636272820-962522112143703465?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/962522112143703465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=962522112143703465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/962522112143703465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/962522112143703465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='想太多.'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SMUt6gvFbrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Th4_uCkPrvI/s72-c/candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2581540047234658616</id><published>2008-09-05T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:21:15.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SMFRYiNUH3I/AAAAAAAAATo/e_J-TZDPGM8/s1600-h/132260884_7076b0d1b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242560923177328498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SMFRYiNUH3I/AAAAAAAAATo/e_J-TZDPGM8/s400/132260884_7076b0d1b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The sky I could never tire of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SMFRQSm8SkI/AAAAAAAAATg/4xC7pJVaGtg/s1600-h/DSC_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242560781550897730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SMFRQSm8SkI/AAAAAAAAATg/4xC7pJVaGtg/s400/DSC_4941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nature is such a lullaby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching the clouds &amp;amp; its transformations, the musty smell of the greenery, the gentle breeze on my skin..I have found the best way to recharge; the easiest path to inner peace &amp;amp; tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I sat down to someone's story. Listening. Finding empathy. Feeling the sense of disbelief, pain &amp;amp; denial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Treachery of human heart at play.&lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-2581540047234658616?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2581540047234658616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2581540047234658616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2581540047234658616'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Dream a little dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While I’m alone and blue as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;’m longin’ to linger till dawn dearJust saying this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stars shining up above you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dream a little dream of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5881008412409755515?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5881008412409755515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/mt-faber-shoot.html' title='Mt Faber shoot'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2270447785441588970</id><published>2008-08-30T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:19:29.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black n white</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLjGIz11J8I/AAAAAAAAATY/xFInss7Hwfk/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240156021102815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLjGIz11J8I/AAAAAAAAATY/xFInss7Hwfk/s400/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Attended this enrichment course the other day. Insightful &amp;amp; enlightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the facilitator is something I scribbled in my notes: "&lt;strong&gt;Don't just see things in black and white. Those who can see the grey areas will be successful." -(business sense)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Open to intepretation. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The piano keys are&lt;/strong&gt; black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;, but they sound like a million colours&lt;/span&gt; in your mind." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I stop at &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; if I can reach for a million colours?  I do love complexity. It wakes up the dead brain cells.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-2270447785441588970?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2270447785441588970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2270447785441588970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2270447785441588970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2270447785441588970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-n-white.html' title='black n white'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLjGIz11J8I/AAAAAAAAATY/xFInss7Hwfk/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2587527195905459465</id><published>2008-08-29T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:56:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were born then..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLbl5VscVUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-T_RrX-anYc/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627989731005762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLbl5VscVUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-T_RrX-anYc/s400/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The hair is a masterpiece. Looks very nostalgic huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLblhk_AbOI/AAAAAAAAATI/HwST2jFvGmM/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627581518540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLblhk_AbOI/AAAAAAAAATI/HwST2jFvGmM/s400/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; swear I saw my mum in here. Very 60s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This was kinda fun.&lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-2587527195905459465?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2587527195905459465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2587527195905459465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2587527195905459465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2587527195905459465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-were-born-then.html' title='If I were born then..'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SLbl5VscVUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-T_RrX-anYc/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-8589210324116934153</id><published>2008-08-24T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:18:09.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Blunt - Goodbye My lover with lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ydriL1iEEVk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ydriL1iEEVk'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/4520161968636272820-8589210324116934153?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8589210324116934153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=8589210324116934153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/8589210324116934153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/8589210324116934153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/james-blunt-goodbye-my-lover-with.html' title='James Blunt - Goodbye My lover with lyrics'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5508900074578774053</id><published>2008-08-21T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:55:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SK1zb8LDveI/AAAAAAAAASo/MwUY52ReYxM/s1600-h/sq_portman_closer_pink_hair%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236968865547927010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SK1zb8LDveI/AAAAAAAAASo/MwUY52ReYxM/s400/sq_portman_closer_pink_hair%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna watch the movie "Closer" again. This time with an utterly different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then again, the quotes are just unforgettably sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Random:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan: When I get back, please tell me the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan: Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it, we're animals. Trust me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice: How can one man be so endlessly disappointing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan: That’s my charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice: I’m waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan: What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice: I’m waiting for you to leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anna: Love bores you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan: No. It disappoints me.&lt;br /&gt;Anna: Why do you swear eternal love when all you want is excitement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And my fave one of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice: Is it because she's successful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dan: No. It's because... she doesn't need me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"If you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5508900074578774053?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5508900074578774053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5508900074578774053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5508900074578774053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5508900074578774053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SK1zb8LDveI/AAAAAAAAASo/MwUY52ReYxM/s72-c/sq_portman_closer_pink_hair%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2112423072478178775</id><published>2008-08-16T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:25:58.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what I had been reading..</title><content type='html'>Introducing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SKZJ_-nfmyI/AAAAAAAAASA/qUnKprr91hw/s1600-h/DSC01265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234952980354013986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SKZJ_-nfmyI/AAAAAAAAASA/qUnKprr91hw/s400/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; So good even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elmo's&lt;/span&gt; falling for it..:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well well this book is my bible with dealing with people and situations.. and as we all know.. humans are complex creatures. In my humble opinion, human relations are one of the trickiest but if handled well, can be both a stepping stone in your career path and personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really wanted to share with people that matters so here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL of us has an INNATE MOTIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And our personality is innate &amp;amp; motive based. Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;personality&lt;/span&gt; is anchored by your driving core motive. Your driving core motive calls the shots from your subconscious mind and causes you to think and act the way you do.Your personality determines whether you are easily depressed, casual, critical, careful or carefree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now comes the fun part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are colour coded into: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reds&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Blues,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Whites &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellows&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; First, you take a quiz. Then you identify your core colour. With that, you learn the strengths and limitations of your own colour and that of others.And how, for instance, a Red gets along with a Blue, at work, as a friend or intimate partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm definitely a &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;B&lt;strong&gt;lue&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; (loyal, can be too rigid and serious at times, sensitive, self-sacrificing, sincere &amp;amp; emotionally deep, among others) and its true that I very much enjoy the friendship and company of the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yellows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (charismatic, fun, willing to make a fool of themselves, but lack focus and flighty at times) I'm positive people I have long relations with, like my best friend is a definite Yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;" Yellows lighten the hearts of&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; Blues&lt;/span&gt;, and Blues enrich the hearts of&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Yellows&lt;/span&gt;. They make a passionate team.Whether they are parent-child, friend-friend, husband-wife,employer-employee, this combination usually experiences positive bonds of playful creativity and committed caring. Blues are motivated by intimacy. Yellows are motivated by fun but need intimacy"...&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Blue&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; combinations are primarily concerned with quality relationships (genuine human connection)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope I got you excited. Learning about yourself and others have never been this fun.&lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-2112423072478178775?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2112423072478178775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2112423072478178775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2112423072478178775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2112423072478178775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-i-had-been-reading.html' title='what I had been reading..'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SKZJ_-nfmyI/AAAAAAAAASA/qUnKprr91hw/s72-c/DSC01265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-4226327876508915568</id><published>2008-08-12T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:48:35.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news all round..</title><content type='html'>So many things goin on at once! buzzing with positivity now.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got promoted, we're welcoming 2 new members into our family unit; Kelvin &amp;amp; soon to be little one. Things are looking rosy and will be if we choose to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding meaning &amp;amp; fulfilment in my work, not all things come easy, but overcoming challenges is part of what makes it worthwhile. Enjoying friendships &amp;amp; great company, rekindling old ones and making new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is truly a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something came to me whilst on the train ride home. I made a mental note to remember it so I may quote it here for all tired &amp;amp; (temporary-despaired souls):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setbacks in life, they matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to each &amp;amp; every crossroad you encounter for when they blow over, which they eventually will, you are left with a stronger spirit, a renewed strength and tenacity and a certain pride that life's obstacles have failed to overtake you, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u had 60 minutes, allow yourself to wallow for 5 and fight the remaining 55. It'll be hard not to win. I believe and have faith that whoever is above those clouds will not put in my path what I cannot overcome. You should too. Above all, love yourself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-4226327876508915568?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4226327876508915568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=4226327876508915568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4226327876508915568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4226327876508915568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-news-all-round.html' title='good news all round..'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-579953094017798821</id><published>2008-07-26T23:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:12:37.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dun even know why I bother to clean/pack my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos I'm really a slob when it comes to keeping things neat &amp;amp; tidy..They could be, but not for long I assure you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess I needed to, or at least I tried. So I spent the day sorting &amp;amp; tossing, cleaning the dusty top shelves, mopped up the floor, laughed &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; over old pictures, rediscovering stuffs I never knew/forgot existed..Emotions continue to run amok but i tried to ignore them, the best I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItIRipkQvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XW029I3nwf4/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227351258689716978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItIRipkQvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XW029I3nwf4/s400/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; indulgence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItIARX31rI/AAAAAAAAARw/nBGkrbrA_tk/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227350961994323634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItIARX31rI/AAAAAAAAARw/nBGkrbrA_tk/s400/DSC00824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My effort at going green, with style of cos. Plastic bags are a nuisance anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHzRpjI8I/AAAAAAAAARo/eXn386rARdk/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227350738730165186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHzRpjI8I/AAAAAAAAARo/eXn386rARdk/s400/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; I banish dust from the crevices daintily; its a face puff from some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; makeup store.(works great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHqJIzYII/AAAAAAAAARg/rpd0Dr7BoP0/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227350581826510978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHqJIzYII/AAAAAAAAARg/rpd0Dr7BoP0/s400/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3d stickers on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt;. I got them from japan &amp;amp; pieced the bits into this design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHfrlpE8I/AAAAAAAAARY/qi9RlC_JYow/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227350402095715266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHfrlpE8I/AAAAAAAAARY/qi9RlC_JYow/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shades &amp;amp; timepieces dun have to cost much but they make a statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHJJf1oWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/C89XJJfZ1Ro/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227350014987444578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItHJJf1oWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/C89XJJfZ1Ro/s400/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I keep random mags for beauty &amp;amp; make up tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItGfnlRAWI/AAAAAAAAARI/qucztJ5KMdA/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227349301508768098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItGfnlRAWI/AAAAAAAAARI/qucztJ5KMdA/s400/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Myriad&lt;/span&gt; accessories to pretty up a simple outfit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItFREDkxPI/AAAAAAAAARA/lvHS19btWQs/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227347951942419698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItFREDkxPI/AAAAAAAAARA/lvHS19btWQs/s400/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Bought from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Daiso&lt;/span&gt;; great for anything I use it for my nail colours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/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/4520161968636272820-579953094017798821?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/579953094017798821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=579953094017798821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/579953094017798821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/579953094017798821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SItIRipkQvI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XW029I3nwf4/s72-c/DSC00830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6964716568324791527</id><published>2008-07-26T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T02:20:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleep still does not come. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIoWsJVAe9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2JosXfAMn7E/s1600-h/428236275_ca33fc4d46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227015265190968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIoWsJVAe9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2JosXfAMn7E/s400/428236275_ca33fc4d46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was the last time I felt free. Or so I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-6964716568324791527?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6964716568324791527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6964716568324791527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6964716568324791527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6964716568324791527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleep-still-does-not-come.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIoWsJVAe9I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2JosXfAMn7E/s72-c/428236275_ca33fc4d46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-999191624864645103</id><published>2008-07-19T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:58:22.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my babes of 64</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHjq-WKixI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5zm4B4p-5G4/s1600-h/DSC02475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224707370156460818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHjq-WKixI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5zm4B4p-5G4/s400/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Black n white..Rinrin's idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHjUWPyWjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VCerCtHF-1Q/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224706981435169330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHjUWPyWjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/VCerCtHF-1Q/s400/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Really like this too;my photographic piece hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHi7jyKpmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/doeB57FnPzg/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224706555572299362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHi7jyKpmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/doeB57FnPzg/s400/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Coolbabe Jeanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHiixQ-lzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ixH2VjBM2mY/s1600-h/DSC02466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224706129694463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHiixQ-lzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ixH2VjBM2mY/s400/DSC02466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            AG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHiJ4pmjFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SS3tXy9xdCc/s1600-h/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224705702180064338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHiJ4pmjFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SS3tXy9xdCc/s400/DSC02468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had fun catching up with u babes.. I really needed it. Lets do it again very soon, okie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss u all like I miss my Kirin milk tea &amp;amp; CC Lemon okie. Fly safe always :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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/4520161968636272820-999191624864645103?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/999191624864645103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=999191624864645103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/999191624864645103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/999191624864645103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/us-gals.html' title='my babes of 64'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIHjq-WKixI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5zm4B4p-5G4/s72-c/DSC02475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3321847628922846119</id><published>2008-07-19T09:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:59:57.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caspar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIJ_sJC4HxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iRlgARowVfk/s1600-h/972087324l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224878914022154002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIJ_sJC4HxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iRlgARowVfk/s400/972087324l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GOOFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIFCoJw8FEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9lBG7AIwyR4/s1600-h/sleepy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224530300309869634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIFCoJw8FEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9lBG7AIwyR4/s400/sleepy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HUH??! WHO ?ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so exasperating funny I had to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boy, Caspar loves chocolate. Except that dogs aren't supposed to ingest chocolate as its supposedly toxic and if complications arise, may cause death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is why we panic when we find he had been stealing some. Remnants of ferrero gold wrappers in his mouth &amp;amp; around the 'scene of crime'. Well, this isn't the first time we caught him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They could be in a grocery bag or some shelf he could reach, and he could always sniff it out, pick it out from the midst of other stuff and quickly (&amp;amp; quietly) gobble it in some corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has also stolen &amp;amp; gobbled:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 old chang kee curry puff (leading my mum to think I had 2 cos I ate one and she bought 2 till we found the pathetic paper thingy in shreds under the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 four leaves hot dog bun ( again, stole it from the low coffee table, depriving us of 1 breakfast item)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chocs (mainly ferrero rocher and twice cadbury choc mint drops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he looks so content when asleep I can't help but feel like smiling. :)&lt;/div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;/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/4520161968636272820-3321847628922846119?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3321847628922846119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3321847628922846119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3321847628922846119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3321847628922846119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/caspar.html' title='caspar'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SIJ_sJC4HxI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iRlgARowVfk/s72-c/972087324l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-4796343021550551116</id><published>2008-07-17T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:52:01.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SH9V_jq5ccI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IV6taTQqVDA/s1600-h/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223988643168350658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SH9V_jq5ccI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IV6taTQqVDA/s400/DSC02427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When the going gets tough, the weak goes shopping :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The damage: Wait till the (dreaded) bill comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The items: Shades, grey cami and long cardi in cobalt blue,cute grey dress with cute buttons,metallic silver peep-toe pumps,&amp;amp; some random stuffs from Daiso plus an expensive haircut &amp;amp; styling tips for sexy hair lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been a dizzy week. Glad the weekend's rolling round again.&lt;br /&gt;Am going to have a fruitful &amp;amp; enjoyable one. Movie with colleagues, meeting my very much-missed batchgals for coffee &amp;amp; borders thereafter. And then gliding (I hope!) with my fave people on Sun. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a smashing weekend.. I literally live for Fridays, its my fave day of the week.. &amp;amp; well I happen to be born on a late fri night. :) Little wonder I love fridays &amp;amp; am a night person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-4796343021550551116?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4796343021550551116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=4796343021550551116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4796343021550551116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4796343021550551116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy.html' title='busy.'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SH9V_jq5ccI/AAAAAAAAAPo/IV6taTQqVDA/s72-c/DSC02427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2605582282018107903</id><published>2008-07-14T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:22:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SHtSwbFq3hI/AAAAAAAAAPg/48z9FNRJsUw/s1600-h/gametime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222859184724958738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SHtSwbFq3hI/AAAAAAAAAPg/48z9FNRJsUw/s400/gametime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't like all that is happening at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home to me, is a familiar ground, a place where u know so well. It may not be perfect, or the very perception of people's ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home is far from ideal, and that's the way it has been for as long as I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when someone unknown starts showing up &amp;amp; making changes to the space I call my own, all I want to do is to lash out and scream. I say unknown because I think I do not know the underlying motives, if any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It makes me anxious, yet helpless at the same time. Being prey to circumstance is such a nuisance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have enough on my plate now. Too much, in fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need peace, serenity &amp;amp; a promise that things will not go the other way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, please take away my nightmare.&lt;/em&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/4520161968636272820-2605582282018107903?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2605582282018107903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2605582282018107903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2605582282018107903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2605582282018107903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/opportunist.html' title='Opportunist.'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SHtSwbFq3hI/AAAAAAAAAPg/48z9FNRJsUw/s72-c/gametime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6365273419270708821</id><published>2008-07-05T10:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:15:21.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SG7mpYkMTtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eVINV8b2760/s1600-h/16036~Reluctant-Dancer-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219362616812261074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SG7mpYkMTtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eVINV8b2760/s400/16036~Reluctant-Dancer-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SG7mMESouGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eabFry6yLeI/s1600-h/16036~Reluctant-Dancer-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What have u learnt about yourself today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yepz its Sat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;How the week whizzes you by! Well, my work week has been cut short by this impromptu blessing in disguise incident. Feeling merry cos going to ktv later with my fave people :) I love singing!! Pictures be up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends. Where would we be without them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes u find friendships in unexpected places. Its important that friends see who you are &amp;amp; accept &amp;amp; love u jus the way you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really grateful for someone who actually tells me stuffs about me that no one does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Riding in the car, we went thru lengthy conversations, flitting from one topic to another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We all go thru different experiences in life &amp;amp; as such, exhibit behaviour that might eventually become a character trait. That is why i think its so important to be self-aware at different stages of one's life. At the end of the day, I just hope to become a better person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Self improvement books are awesome sometimes &amp;amp; provide great insight but its nothing compared to a friend who will not only talk to you, but with you &amp;amp; at you. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-6365273419270708821?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6365273419270708821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6365273419270708821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6365273419270708821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6365273419270708821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-have-u-learnt-about-yourself-today.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SG7mpYkMTtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/eVINV8b2760/s72-c/16036~Reluctant-Dancer-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7361954460092287752</id><published>2008-07-02T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:55:46.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apprehensive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SGsln0Q36KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KCFYC_vZWDM/s1600-h/DSC02075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218305959213394082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SGsln0Q36KI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KCFYC_vZWDM/s400/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A little apprehensive about posting this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been treating my blog as an outlet for frustrations and self-expression thru words, but i can't deny that I've been getting a bit of attention from friends, acquaintances etc. Truth is, i've always been a private person, even among friends I considered to be those I really care about &amp;amp; vice versa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not the kind who likes to trouble my friends with my endless ramblings, somehow. Its nice to share, sometimes. But honestly, talking about things that are difficult and cant be changed.. is a waste of energy on what i perceive to be the negative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;They say everything happens for a good damn reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Just a month or two ago, I've been busy filling up my time with activities.. movies, outdoorsy stuffs, just about anything that could get me out of the house. Catching up on past friendships, making new ones.. that the whole time it feels like a dizzying array of faces, events.. it makes me kinda disoriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Till i fell &amp;amp; hurt my knee (quite badly) while coming down a slope on ecp while rollerblading.What i thought was some scrapes on the knee that would heal with time (&amp;amp; hopefully no scar) ended up swelling at the knee joint, which means i cant straighten it out to walk..which means i get to stay home on mc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thats when i realised my mum thinks I've been going out too much it makes her worried. If not for this episode, i wouldn't have known my sis cares enough about me to apply ointment for me,or to bring me chocolate in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm always learning more about myself thru incidents &amp;amp; events like this; &amp;amp; it lets me learn about those around me as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I honestly need some "me" time. Just the good old hanging at borders with a fave book in hand &amp;amp; a cuppa of frothy cappucino sounds really perfect. Oh, and someone who can make me laugh without even trying. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-7361954460092287752?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7361954460092287752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7361954460092287752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7361954460092287752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To the friend I somehow confide the most with; got Shu Qi ok, I know u like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5043669627937125403?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5043669627937125403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5043669627937125403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5043669627937125403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5043669627937125403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-friend-i-somehow-confide-most-with.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2893821296033593787</id><published>2008-06-19T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:36:18.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>di yi ge qing chen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IhSX53rzZtg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' 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href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/di-yi-ge-qing-chen.html' title='di yi ge qing chen'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-327835470902748752</id><published>2008-06-14T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:58:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leehom 王力宏 - Kiss Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mZwkkuU-Hg4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' 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href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/leehom-kiss-goodbye_14.html' title='Leehom 王力宏 - Kiss Goodbye'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-277343601965986943</id><published>2008-06-14T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:57:58.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leehom 王力宏 - Kiss Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/mZwkkuU-Hg4"&gt;&lt;embed height="'350'" width="'425'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://youtube.com/v/mZwkkuU-Hg4'/"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm always watching this becos my heart simply melts/evaporates/ goes all tingly at the short piano rendition from 2.56 onwards.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would die a happy girl if I could see him play like that, in person. *faints* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So talented &amp;amp; suave. Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/4520161968636272820-277343601965986943?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/277343601965986943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=277343601965986943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/277343601965986943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/277343601965986943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/leehom-kiss-goodbye.html' title='Leehom 王力宏 - Kiss Goodbye'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6941592749915449532</id><published>2008-06-12T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:18:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep bumping into people I haven't met in a long time. :) Time to rekindle friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just the other day, I came across a familiar face, enroute to catching SATC for the second time.  The conversation went like this after the 'how have you been' had been said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being an avid SATC fan and a shoe junkie, she was gushing about how fantastic the outfits for the set was. the shoes especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: The only shoes that I wanna be in are Charlotte's. But God keep sending me Carrie's men.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;R: Cos u really just Carrie what, hopeless romantic..Keep ignoring all the Aidans, no wonder nice guys really finish last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Me: .... Aidan who?.. ( I haven't watched the series at all) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not that nice guys are taken for granted, but rather the lack of chemistry (or isit feel-good chemicals) are simply lacking. (for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took this quiz in Facebook which said I love with "eyes closed &amp;amp; heart open" , thus I'm a "crazy, unconditional lover" I guess in my case, when the heart is hooked, all reason goes right out the window. This is who I really am and I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I read this somewhere &amp;amp; it got stuck in my head :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" If you choose to listen to your heart wholly &amp;amp; ignore the warning signs in your potential mates, all you are going to end up with are sweat &amp;amp; tears." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whichever theory u subscribe to, self-love is really important. We need to love ourselves in order to be happy. When we are happy, the world and even the most annoying person can seem downright adorable. The smiles are genuine &amp;amp; people feel it &amp;amp; respond positively. It is a lovely feeling &amp;amp; I'm getting there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Likewise, if you heart is guarded and wary, its akin to holding a shield in one hand &amp;amp; a spear in another. You question honest intentions and is ready to strike at the slightest provocation. Not pretty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone once told me, its a shame to settle with someone just because u can live with them, &amp;amp; not because it would kill u inside to be apart. Sometimes feelings can be transient, and it could be wise to be level-headed. (the pros and cons list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But. Many things in life are mediocre. Love really shouldn't be one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'll choose intense gazes to lukewarm embraces anytime. Kisses no less than passionate and riveting, it leaves you reeling &amp;amp; quite breathless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, without passion where would one be? That glint in the eye &amp;amp; the zest for life would be quite absent, doncha think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Digressing, I love my job! It's nice to not have to dread waking up in the early mornings &amp;amp; going thru the motions till the clock strikes 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's just so much creative ideas and postive energy and I'm looking forward to the challenges &amp;amp; surprises each day brings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-6941592749915449532?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6941592749915449532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6941592749915449532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6941592749915449532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6941592749915449532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/shoes.html' title='Shoes.'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3349863152630192126</id><published>2008-06-11T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:54:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SE_m0dHBvRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eqTRRGW3T6o/s1600-h/2357353039_61f5e6d411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210637082732641554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SE_m0dHBvRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eqTRRGW3T6o/s400/2357353039_61f5e6d411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我想找个答案&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;如果爱&lt;/strong&gt;被出卖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;到最後 &lt;strong&gt;非卖品有什麽剩下?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;太好强?又太傻?受了伤&lt;/strong&gt;?当赠品留下&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;包装的坚强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;笑的&lt;strong&gt;那麽自然&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;悲伤也放进厨窗..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;爱没有答案再倔强?再不放?到最後?被看穿&lt;strong&gt;?一个人逞强&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;说不恨是骗人我&lt;strong&gt;不再隐瞒爱的伤痕&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不舍转过身&lt;strong&gt;不必回头&lt;/strong&gt;地承认&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;非卖品是爱最美的灵魂..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-3349863152630192126?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3349863152630192126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3349863152630192126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3349863152630192126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3349863152630192126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-song.html' title='Beautiful Song'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SE_m0dHBvRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eqTRRGW3T6o/s72-c/2357353039_61f5e6d411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7181035310207435420</id><published>2008-06-07T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:54:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the language of the broken hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SEqIHl_Kp9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uylbOl-CUBA/s1600-h/DSC01738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209125583044913106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SEqIHl_Kp9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uylbOl-CUBA/s400/DSC01738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At times I wonder how..even as you have great company, flowing conversation, merry laughter, countless activities in your life..that hollow feeling just doesn't seem to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This hollow feeling always creeps in at the most unsuspecting hour, threatening to overwhelm me in a way so terrifying I morph into someone I dun remotely know,even for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels surreal and so foreign I have no words to describe it. I have felt stronger even thru hours of jetlag, being in a foreign land, sick and wide awake, ravenous and misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have had my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lovingly cradled..brutally trampled, hopelessly squashed, painstakingly mended, &amp;amp; am honestly drained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would give anything for it to come back to me in a pristine state. If only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I seriously wonder: if we are all part of something which makes us whole, does it mean we will become whole &amp;amp; complete when we have found our other halves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And how do God decide who finds theirs when they turn round the corner.. and who goes thru life searching, breaking hearts and who never even got the chance to?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life isn't fair and will never be. I can only hope its all worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A warm, open, loving heart given unreservedly does not ensure it will be treasured, lovingly handled or treated with integrity. That I have learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart..."What's a girl like me to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4520161968636272820-7181035310207435420?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7181035310207435420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7181035310207435420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7181035310207435420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7181035310207435420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/language-of-broken-hearted.html' title='the language of the broken hearted'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SEqIHl_Kp9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uylbOl-CUBA/s72-c/DSC01738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2556253880071451296</id><published>2008-05-28T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:10:59.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure, pure rendition..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;No hell below us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Above us only sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Living for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And no religion too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Living life in peace...You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sharing all the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is saying 'I feel differently', instead of 'You're wrong'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-2556253880071451296?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2556253880071451296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2556253880071451296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2556253880071451296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2556253880071451296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/pure-pure-rendition.html' title='Pure, pure rendition..'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5871749586637879680</id><published>2008-05-25T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:00:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eunice!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After 4 hours of ktv, I officially no voice now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scary. How ?....&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/4520161968636272820-5871749586637879680?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5871749586637879680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5871749586637879680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5871749586637879680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5871749586637879680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/cant-talk.html' title='can&apos;t talk'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-1362026604759625993</id><published>2008-05-22T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:42:02.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focused</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up bright and early today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never remembered being this focused in my life. Feels odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some shitty events continue to unfold but oddly I find this silent strength within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And dearie eunice thanks so much for listening and caring and planning and your sms this morning..(Went great!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Writing feeds my soul, I think.  A blog is such a good idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDU7HBHdUUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iTWF5esLDVk/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203129936241316162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDU7HBHdUUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iTWF5esLDVk/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seeing things from a dog's eye view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDU6vBHdUTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UCGm-ACXqrc/s1600-h/DSC01442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203129523924455730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDU6vBHdUTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/UCGm-ACXqrc/s400/DSC01442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like owner like dog?Like mummy like caspar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caspar is usually inactive, sleeps thru out the day,eats too much, shits like there's no tomorrow but I love him all the same. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Forgetting someone you love is like remembering someone you have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;never met." Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-1362026604759625993?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1362026604759625993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=1362026604759625993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/1362026604759625993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/1362026604759625993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/focused.html' title='focused'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDU7HBHdUUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/iTWF5esLDVk/s72-c/DSC01447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-8481814973430264979</id><published>2008-05-20T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:27:36.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I'm typing this its pouring buckets outside. And dare I say there hasn't been a day I'm here that it failed to rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would probably get more sun in Singapore. Not that I'm complaining much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aunt Ben cooked such a sumptuous &amp;amp; delicious dinner, we sat round the dining table, talked about the mischievious acts of my lil cousin and it felt like family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It had been like this most days and I know I'm gonna miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta be up by 5 tomorrow. Am going to smooch rachel silly before I hit the sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had been sleeping all this while, its time to wake up and chase those dreams..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDLJxx2cnzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vy6xEye7e18/s1600-h/2345770935_51019ffc4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202442376598822706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDLJxx2cnzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vy6xEye7e18/s400/2345770935_51019ffc4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-8481814973430264979?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8481814973430264979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=8481814973430264979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/8481814973430264979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/8481814973430264979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDLJxx2cnzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vy6xEye7e18/s72-c/2345770935_51019ffc4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7728155279470514536</id><published>2008-05-19T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:52:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Officially Broken.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDFpdB2cnxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6JXDkPJEs44/s1600-h/officially+broken.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202054992023559954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDFpdB2cnxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6JXDkPJEs44/s400/officially+broken.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-7728155279470514536?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7728155279470514536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7728155279470514536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7728155279470514536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7728155279470514536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/officially-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SDFpdB2cnxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6JXDkPJEs44/s72-c/officially+broken.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2808539953553675927</id><published>2008-05-19T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:44:57.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Feeling the bluest of blue.&lt;/span&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;If you can't count on your family, who can you count on?&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;Will someone just have my back for a sec?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tired.&lt;/span&gt; Tired. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-2808539953553675927?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2808539953553675927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2808539953553675927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2808539953553675927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2808539953553675927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-92532745929451871</id><published>2008-05-16T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:34:05.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The sun is up today! And I'm here alone in the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Ivan has gone to work obviously, the kids are at school, and Aunt Ben just came in a moment ago to say she would be visiting her friends (to see some land?!) and would I like to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I said thanks but no and she said she would be back at 3 pm and Uncle Ivan at 4 cos we would be celebrating my elder cousin's birthday later tonight with a good dinner. Yum. Can't wait. And its the weekend tomorrow! I pray for no rain, cos Ing wants to go to the zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice Aunt Ben just dropped a few DVDs on the bed &amp;amp; told me where to get food downstairs and that she will be locking the door and to ring her if I needed something. Sweet. :) Even Uncle Ivan has changed somewhat. My memories of him was that he was defintely playful &amp;amp; mumbles all the time so i couldn't make out what he was saying 80 percent of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He still mumbles now but he was being really sweet &amp;amp; responsible for the time I've been here. He would call each day at work (a few times!) to ask where I would be going, call again to check I've reached the destination and call to ask if I had my meals and what time I would be back and if I was okay making my way back on my own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was strange (but nice) having someone check on me all the time &amp;amp; then it crossed my mind that he would make a responsible, protective Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm glad. In fact, I'm super glad that he's doing so well now and has a capable wife and 2 adorable kids, after seeing what he had been thru. I heard stories from my aunt about how it was like when they first got here; how she had to navigate the roads with him cos he would be unfamiliar driving on his own. I bet picking up Thai and adjusting to the work culture here wasn't easy either.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But what doesn't kills you makes you stronger! And stronger is always better for this constantly evolving and complicated world we live in.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here, people are so much simpler &amp;amp; less uptight about things, generally. Children here literally play &amp;amp; they have a wonderful childhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;At 2, my cousin is allowed to have ice cream, chocolate whatever, even at dinner time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart skips a beat when I see her climb the steep steps, or clamber up the high chair, or use the laundry thingy as a monkey bar. And after classes ended, its all playtime. We have fun with Barbies, make-believe &amp;amp; play dohs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The average Singaporean parent would probably be telling her child that candies are bad for you, and no soft drinks or snacks and scream at the top of their lungs should their children so much as sprint in the mall. Holding their hand &amp;amp; watching their every move.  Tuition after tuition &amp;amp; have you learnt your spelling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's tough to be a kid these days. It's admirable to want the best for your child and to mould them the way you think is best for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But.. have you forgotten what it was like being a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;How you secretly wonder what it was like playing in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;How having an ice cream cone makes your day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't even know why I'm writing this and I'm not trying to appear wise especially since I'm not a parent. Just an observation and my personal thoughts. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think in this world we live in, we constantly worry about what might have been and tend to over anticipate &amp;amp; complicate things. But worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but gets you nowhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean, what if you spilled milk on the couch? Just send it for cleaning and it will be as good as new. So what if you fell and skinned your knee? If it hurts, let the tears fall, time would heal and you will be good as new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Totally irrelevant below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta try out the kiwi salt scrub I got yesterday.. Grossly cheap &amp;amp; smells heavenly. Scrubs help give your skin a nice healthy sheen.. so girls, exfoliate exfoliate..Its supposedly smoothing &amp;amp; packed with Vitamin C. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm gonna watch 200 pounds beauty on DVD again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Later.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How would you like to go up in a swing, up in the sky so blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-92532745929451871?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/92532745929451871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=92532745929451871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/92532745929451871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/92532745929451871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3226867521657835595</id><published>2008-05-15T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:33:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be warned: Long Post Ahead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am, sitting comfortably typing away with Maroon 5 in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Earlier, I was scared out of my wits, actually. I went to the mall (Fashion Island) around 12ish..to have my lunch, shop for some stuffs, and later caught "What Happens In Vegas" (hilarious, witty, feel-good movie;go watch it!!) Anyway, I got into a taxi, fished out the note which my aunt wrote in Thai (address) and passed it to the taxi driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhow, it was dark when I left the mall and about 20 minutes later, he wasn't sure he had got the place right. There were no streetlamps except for the meagre light the roadside stalls provided. Many sharp &amp;amp; abrupt turns later, he stopped the cab. It was so dark but I thought I got the right house (white fence) and quickly got off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I squinted hard and realised I was in the neighbourhood.. its just that I have got the wrong house. That wasn't quite so bad, right? I mean, at least I was in the neightbourhood.. I jus had to get the unit right. WRONG. Well, this BIG dog started coming at me menacingly, but slowly(thank god) &amp;amp; growled. That was certainly not a friendly gesture. I retreated slowly.. and I realised the subdued and serene dogs that roamed freely in the day minding their own business have transformed to growling &amp;amp; howling beasts when night falls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the dark, It seemed like I was in a bad dream and I swear I could feel my heart thumping so hard it hurts. I didn't know what else to do but thank god for this lady out for a smoke. I stood beside her hoping she could sense i needed some help for I was speechless. She shoo-ed them away while saying something in thai. Next thing i knew, my aunt appeared, armed with a tennis racquet no less. I was so so relieved. She then proceeded to tell me that these dogs are hostile at night and that they were unfamiliar with me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have dogs of my own.. and like wolves, they hunt and move in packs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could have been mauled. GULP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder why they are such monsters at night. Isit cos they were hungry?..I had thought of getting some kibbles for them days before but decided against it.. What if they started a food fight? Like the big ones attack the small ones when theirs run out? Shudders. Its a dog eat dog world out there afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Digressing, one interesting incident while at the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know how you have commercials &amp;amp; previews before the movie starts? I was sipping my Pepsi &amp;amp; then there was this couple on my right who suddenly stood up. And then it all makes sense when the images of the Thai King came on, complete with a regal sounding music, believed to be the Thai national anthem. I quickly turned around and saw that people at the back were doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Logically, I should have done the same. But no, my butt sat glued to the seat and I silently wished that i could be invisible for that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I totally understand and have great respect for their King, but my knowledge of him is that he is greatly respected, religious and that he loves dogs?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am always intrigued by individuals who are greatly respected by others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For respect has to be earned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did he automaticaly command the respect of his people simply by being King?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or did he do something phenomenal to improve the lives of those in need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This, I'm gonna ask my aunt tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Digressing further... for those heading to BKK for a holiday anytime soon, beware of taxi drivers!!! (Kelly, take note!) Yesterday, I had one who took me on a long long tour, it was like a 2 hr ride when it could have been 45!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They would nod their head &amp;amp; say they know where they are going &amp;amp; yet end up at god-knows where! I had to keep calling my aunt &amp;amp; make him speak to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ladies, if you are traveling alone in cities like these, you could bring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;1) Red Lippie ( to scrawl SOS or HELP on the windows if need be..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;2) Perfume with spray (obviously at the eyes or something so pungent it could make him gag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;3) Torchlight with alarm (Evelyn gave this to me; u pull the string &amp;amp; when it detaches makes a very loud sound &amp;amp; its continuous.. I don't know where to get this though) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;4) Elbows when directed give strong blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And DO NOT walk so near the pavement where the vehicles are whizzing by.. you run the risk of having your bag snatched OR bundled up in vans where syndicates operate on making the victims beg, &amp;amp; without an arm or leg too. This is told to me by my aunt. My little cousin of 8 yrs knows never to buy food at roadside stalls near her school, no matter how hungry.. cos the villians who run these syndicates target young children too, girls especially.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope these idiots burn in hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So.. Life is precious people! Travel if you must but travel smart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excuse me but I need to make myself camomile tea to calm my frazzled nerves now. 5 more days before I leave rainy Bangkok for sunny Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See ya. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-3226867521657835595?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3226867521657835595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3226867521657835595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3226867521657835595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3226867521657835595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-updates.html' title='More Updates..'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3204412649383439426</id><published>2008-05-12T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:38:07.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pictures!</title><content type='html'>Due to some technical difficulties &amp;amp; slow internet connection, no pictures can be loaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I went to this mall called "The Mall", &amp;amp; came back with some decent purchases.. Will be heading to chatuchak in a few days &amp;amp; be seeing the same stuffs, so I guess I will be saving the best for last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they have Morgan &amp;amp; Playboy lingerie, I didn't know! I want them all!&lt;br /&gt;They are of such good quality plus they come in such feminine yet racy designs. Think baby pink with white lace trimmings or  racy red and black combi. Makes me wonder why Singapore has none of those. You could get a blah one back in SIN for an even higher price. Totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder girls always come to Bangkok to get their triumph fix. Triumphs back home can be a startling 50 bucks.. Over here, its about 300 baht which works out to be under 20 actually.&lt;br /&gt;Plus some designs are totally exclusive, like the halter style. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for a start its been raining since I got here. So unlike the scorching weather typical of Bangkok. I wonder why.. this renders my sunscreen redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 days I'm gonna have time for stuffs of my own..(they'll both be in school) cos I have been playing Big Sis &amp;amp; enjoying it.. Bringing my cousin to Mac's, buying them ice cream, playing arcade games, reading &amp;amp; colouring before bedtime.. the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a nice place at my uncle's.. Nice &amp;amp; spacious and always filled with laughter; thanks to the exuberant lilttle one. She's always twirling and dancing, laughing and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;I find it so amusing that she's always blabbering; none of it I could understand.. but its like so adorable I want to pick her up and smother her with my kisses lol!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of mindless ramblings :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-3204412649383439426?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3204412649383439426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3204412649383439426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3204412649383439426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3204412649383439426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-pictures.html' title='No pictures!'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5263124505350820211</id><published>2008-05-09T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:00:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I'm writing again &amp;amp; I'm so excited about tomorrow!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I actually have tonnes to do.. like making sure I have packed all I need for my 10 day vacation,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;send out a few mails before I leave, bathe my dogs, made sure no outstanding cc bills left unpaid..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I reach BKK I'm going to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- spend quality time with my ridiculously adorable lil cousins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- pick up a few thai phrases &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- learn to cook tom yam soup &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Shop for cheap and nice lingerie &amp;amp; clothes &amp;amp; accessories (what else!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Shop for bestie's stuffs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Get snacks for pple back home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Play babysitter to my lil cousins;paint, draw, read, whatever..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Meet Kelly on a weekend to chinatown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Go Chatuchak &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Apply lots &amp;amp; lots of sunscreen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Plan my career move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Think positive &amp;amp; be positive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Enjoy cheap massage (muahaha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Be refreshed &amp;amp; recharged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Take lotsa pictures &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Update blog with interesting pics &amp;amp; events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its gonna be hard not being able to see you smile; but thinking of you brings a smile to my face. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-5263124505350820211?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5263124505350820211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5263124505350820211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5263124505350820211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5263124505350820211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/excited.html' title='Excited!'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3090292101565440881</id><published>2008-04-12T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:41:52.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my deepest fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There were some things that i feared greatly, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I walked in thru the door after a long day at work &amp;amp; felt something amiss with my precious baby, affectionately known as meimei/Miffmiff ( i gave her so many names thru out the years &amp;amp; she responded to all) cos she jus didnt bark as usual.. I picked her up found her hind area trembling slightly. Silly me thought she had a sore throat &amp;amp; i gave her some pei pa koa. Yes.. she likes that &amp;amp; yes its the sweet,black thick syrup meant for humans for treating sore throats and coughs. I gave her once when i so much as hear her cough and it works wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is gonna be 8 this year &amp;amp; though she looks like a cute pup with lots of energy, I can't deny she sometimes huffs while she's resting.. a sign non-existent in her early years. My heart fills with dread the day i will have to say goodbye.. its too painful its almost unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to be right beside me whenever I'm home.. and the extent to which I'm dependent on her frightens me. I find myself wondering if she has wandered out of my hse, if she didnt come to me to be picked up usually. The bond we shared was just so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has given me unconditional love all these time..licked my tears away during bad times, seen me thru bfs &amp;amp; heartache, &amp;amp; danced her celebratory dance whenever something good went my way.&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawned on me that is exactly how love should be. It is as uncomplicated as can be.&lt;br /&gt;It is about being there always, giving comfort where it hurts &amp;amp; sharing life's happiness. Where quitting &amp;amp; walking away isnt an option, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the previous week where i got a cut from trimming her stained fur during a grooming session. She had fidgeted all of a sudden which caused me to get a bleeding cut on my finger. She licked me as if to say "sorry" Funny thing is, the following week while I was doing the same, she stood perfectly still, (not one movement,very unlikely of her) even while i was trimming near her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly say I'm surprised cos this is the same dog who pestered me to pour her cold water from the fridge! into her water bowl &amp;amp; to open my cargo bag when i came back from a long flight cos she knows there are lots of goodies &amp;amp; treats I brought from Japan. She is smart as whip &amp;amp; mum always says she's almost human-like in her interactions with us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R_-UkHAc9uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YxiG3osrnB4/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188028643831248610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R_-UkHAc9uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YxiG3osrnB4/s400/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My precious Miff at 8 yrs.. can u imagine how totally calendar pup material she was when she came into my life at 2 months?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R_-UWHAc9tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cm-Sod3HTpM/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188028403313080018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R_-UWHAc9tI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cm-Sod3HTpM/s400/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I later think she has some hind leg tremors and rubbed it down with ointment &amp;amp; cuddled her to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R_-UGnAc9sI/AAAAAAAAAII/G0LqQVM3FM8/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188028137025107650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R_-UGnAc9sI/AAAAAAAAAII/G0LqQVM3FM8/s400/DSC01138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our fave pastime :) just lay n do nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; know she knows how much she means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But if she could hear me I would like her to know: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be her pair of legs should hers fail one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll keep her from bumping into things should her eyesight deteriorate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;That she need not be afraid of what comes may, simply cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll always be there for her like she had always been for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;That she'll always have a home &amp;amp; loving owners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;true to the promise i made the very day I brought her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4520161968636272820-3090292101565440881?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3090292101565440881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3090292101565440881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3090292101565440881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3090292101565440881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-deepest-fear.html' title='my deepest fear'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R_-UkHAc9uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YxiG3osrnB4/s72-c/DSC01042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-4947832901284978503</id><published>2008-03-26T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:40:05.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the long weekend rolled around, we packed our bags and left for the HIGHLANDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were there last year for my bday... so I pretty much anticipated how its gonna be. Still, its nice to be away from the blazing sun so typical of our island. Temperatures dipped as low as 16 degrees... &amp;amp; it reminded me fondly of the oh-so-cool outdoors in Tokyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having the cool-as-mint winds caressing my cheeks with a hot cup of hot choc from Starbucks. Heaven. Pure pleasure is really in the simplest things :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R-pLLiZDzfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ydsE_n1MYk/s1600-h/P1020618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182036982825733618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R-pLLiZDzfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ydsE_n1MYk/s400/P1020618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; I got my wish of riding on the carousel. Pure glee. Me thinks I'm jus really a lil girl having to act all grown-up. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R-pKSSZDzeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/u5DfjHkpJ4Y/s1600-h/P1020571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182035999278222818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R-pKSSZDzeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/u5DfjHkpJ4Y/s400/P1020571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With the group..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R-pJASZDzdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_kS7cVnLAwo/s1600-h/P1020625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182034590528949714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R-pJASZDzdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_kS7cVnLAwo/s400/P1020625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Us on the carousel,snapping away :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The trip there was pretty crazy due to the weekend. It took forever to reach &amp;amp; we had to wait for ages to check-in. The more popular rides were so packed that queues seem never-ending. Not for the patience-challenged folks like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel more like a spa getaway.. Having my tired body kneaded &amp;amp; prodded, easing all the knots in my tired shoulders amidst serene &amp;amp; lush greenery, with Richard Clayderman in the background &amp;amp; the faint scent of fresh roses lingering.. wrapping up with a milk soak that's oh so luxurious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so gonna make this a reality soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-4947832901284978503?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4947832901284978503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=4947832901284978503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4947832901284978503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/4947832901284978503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R-pLLiZDzfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6ydsE_n1MYk/s72-c/P1020618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-5429230288612211021</id><published>2008-03-10T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:28:06.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something meaningful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once I came across this meaningful quote. This was how it read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I try not to live my life satisfying every want."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I could not recall the author of this beautiful quote..but one thing's certain, it left me pondering &amp;amp; I dare say, pretty inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I intepret "wants" as impulses for material possessions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I was eight, I remembered I so wanted this doll that could talk and say "I love you" . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanted it soo much that when that doll commercial came on, I sat glued to the screen &amp;amp; totally mesmerised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I knew I wanted it terribly when I couldn't walk away from the shelf that housed my very desire.. that if I didnt have it there &amp;amp; then my heart would ache so bad, it was as good as dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that I'm all grown up, the doll I never had became a fond memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, I could pretty much afford what my heart desires with a little effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are times when I wondered how it felt to slip my manicured feet into a pair of Jimmy Choos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how wonderful it would be if I had the Chanel clutch to go with that LBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But have u once felt there was something u gotta have, but once its within reach, it loses its magic? I have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there is always that sense of triumph that leaves one euphoric, but it isn't enduring.&lt;br /&gt;At least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's just say&lt;strong&gt;..I WILL try not to live life satisfying every want :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4520161968636272820-5429230288612211021?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5429230288612211021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=5429230288612211021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5429230288612211021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/5429230288612211021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-meaningful.html' title='Something meaningful'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-72675796917996103</id><published>2008-03-05T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:52:34.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R86xHGkgrKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sEUOyO1MB1g/s1600-h/526621705_7735e8c172_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174267757476228258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R86xHGkgrKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sEUOyO1MB1g/s400/526621705_7735e8c172_m.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; miliion thoughts racing thru my mind.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That place where I think I'm heading, are u really with me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Aren't u leading the way? If so, why am I lost?.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-72675796917996103?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/72675796917996103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=72675796917996103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/72675796917996103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/72675796917996103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R86xHGkgrKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sEUOyO1MB1g/s72-c/526621705_7735e8c172_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-9072720138379957447</id><published>2008-03-02T22:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:54:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8rIU2U2i1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/euDulhyPttk/s1600-h/holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173167382494350162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8rIU2U2i1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/euDulhyPttk/s400/holiday.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;If only life is a perpetual holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silly, idealistic me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-9072720138379957447?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9072720138379957447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=9072720138379957447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/9072720138379957447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/9072720138379957447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-only.html' title='If Only..'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8rIU2U2i1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/euDulhyPttk/s72-c/holiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-604308787560927367</id><published>2008-02-29T21:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:14:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8gN7gyqaZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qJrtluQ3TF0/s1600-h/tooth.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172399488100886930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8gN7gyqaZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qJrtluQ3TF0/s320/tooth.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some people pay for wisdom, I pay to get rid of it. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 down, 1 to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm talking about my wisdom tooth. Made a trip to my neighbourhood dentist to get the upper right one done &amp;amp; over with. Apparently, it is impacted,which means u have to remove it so it stops bugging u, which means u have to get your gums cut &amp;amp; bloody,extract with ALOT OF FORCE, have the gums sewn back,which also means u get an MC &amp;amp; drink gooey stuff till u feel well enough to chew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who named it "wisdom" anyway? When my dentist held it up, all I saw was a pretty average, bloody slab of chipped thingy which looks tired &amp;amp; defeated, much like a soldier at the end of a long,long war. Disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of dental visits, it is never enjoyable, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;U lie there feeling quite helpless, the bright light shining on your face, having all kinds of weird, metallic objects in your mouth prodding your gums. Yelch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What if the dentist is really cute? Would that make things better? I wouldn't know, if u get what I mean. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I must say it wasn't as bad as a year ago when I blew 1k on the bottom 2, (yes,1k on my medisave) Having my left cheek swell like a half-hearted balloon &amp;amp; spewing blood at 3am really was disconcerting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my dentist said I've got a nice, straight perfect set of teeth. Thinking back, it was something I've always taken for granted. But not anymore, I'm gonna take a renewed interest in toothpaste, mouthwash, flosses.. all that to preserve what I've taken for granted in like 24 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, for one, a smile is really important. A nice, straight set of pink gums &amp;amp; pearly whites is such a positive turn-on ok. So, I'm working towards that. Caffeine drinks like coffee stain teeth I heard, so I'm now gonna have my cuppa from a straw ONLY. I hope people don't look at me funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still not convinced you should brush/floss/gargle diligently? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Try sticking a piece of seaweed in between ur front teeth &amp;amp; smile a big one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a good weekend (flossing away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-604308787560927367?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/604308787560927367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=604308787560927367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/604308787560927367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/604308787560927367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8gN7gyqaZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/qJrtluQ3TF0/s72-c/tooth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-1309545763509755455</id><published>2008-02-24T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:55:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8E70iMvRYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fOi36JFIC70/s1600-h/1185620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170479620917511554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8E70iMvRYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fOi36JFIC70/s320/1185620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; This film made my weekend beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Its smart, witty, quirky yet it pulls at your heartstrings :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Kudos to the amazing Ellen Page &amp;amp; the talented cast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-1309545763509755455?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1309545763509755455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=1309545763509755455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/1309545763509755455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/1309545763509755455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R8E70iMvRYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fOi36JFIC70/s72-c/1185620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6724307290591992956</id><published>2008-02-19T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:17:35.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2 lovelies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Presenting my pair of joy...Dogs have personality too, just like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Miff &amp;amp; Cass are different as night &amp;amp; day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7rhvCMvRXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2XWJ8-R8Km0/s1600-h/DSC00656+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168691720521467250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7rhvCMvRXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2XWJ8-R8Km0/s320/DSC00656+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Fiesty lil Miff in Cart Basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7rhfSMvRWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/l4jiiQwuLZg/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168691449938527586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7rhfSMvRWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/l4jiiQwuLZg/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Clueless boy aka the bullied one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I see this everyday but still it amuses me no end. Cass licking/kissing Miff as if to say  "Good Morning, I love u!" , only to be rewarded with a curt little snap from the high &amp;amp; mighty missy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And yet he does this day after day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Such devotion. Sigh. &lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-6724307290591992956?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6724307290591992956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6724307290591992956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6724307290591992956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6724307290591992956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-2-lovelies.html' title='My 2 lovelies'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7rhvCMvRXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2XWJ8-R8Km0/s72-c/DSC00656+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-2240464032646621619</id><published>2008-02-17T21:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:06:14.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't comprehend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Relationships take alot of work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On the surface, it seemed a simple enough indulgence. The eyes like what it sees, followed by that first hello, a positive chemical reaction that gets it racing &amp;amp; the heart is hooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And then u have that honeymoon period where u can't get enough of each other, when the mere mention of his/her name gives u a happy little rush much like the after effects of a perfect cup of hot chocolate on a rainy night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Of cos if it were serious u would have come to the stage where u took each other for granted, knowingly or unknowingly.That's also when u would know the undesirable habits of your other half like the back of your hand. You know what makes them tick, &amp;amp; what sends them to sheer frustration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When they say love conquers all I'm skeptic. I just can't say the same for love of the romantic kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We are attracted to someone because we admire the qualities they have , &amp;amp; we choose to be a big part of their lives because we like &amp;amp; want to live with this person dear to us, largely attributed to the very same qualities that person brought with into the rship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But what happens when people change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Change I had. Over the years my wants &amp;amp; needs &amp;amp; views have all altered somehow. Some for the better &amp;amp; some just killed my wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But one thing remains unchanged.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; just want to feel valued &amp;amp; important whether in terms of words &amp;amp; actions not to just any Tom, Dick or Harry, but to that one person I pledge my devotion to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one thing is like the icing on the cake for me. If the cream on top tastes like overdone butter, I'm throwing away the whole slice cos literally,this is what takes the cake. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen, you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If u were just Mr. XYZ I would have first requested for a slice with a perfect topping, to save myself the disappointment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its precisely that u are special that I would never want to state my expectations. Becos I knew u knew. And becos....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;如果开口那只是我要来的温柔。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; pls, don't confuse me. Don't act like you know it for a week &amp;amp; forget all about it for a day.&lt;/span&gt; This, I truly can't comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-2240464032646621619?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2240464032646621619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=2240464032646621619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2240464032646621619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/2240464032646621619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-comprehend.html' title='I can&apos;t comprehend.'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6364935919594501925</id><published>2008-02-13T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:45:40.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell Hath No &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FURY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like a woman scorned by&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grrrr.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-6364935919594501925?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6364935919594501925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6364935919594501925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6364935919594501925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6364935919594501925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/hell-hath-no-fury-like-woman-scorned-by.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-376518112865103886</id><published>2008-02-11T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:17:31.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatherings &amp; good old cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7BYJSMvRUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B014yEFz-6A/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165725689121293634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7BYJSMvRUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B014yEFz-6A/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                                          CHEERS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7BTGiMvRSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eP8L_6VXt58/s1600-h/cny+full+pic+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165720144318514466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7BTGiMvRSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eP8L_6VXt58/s320/cny+full+pic+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7BShyMvRRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kwKIIEuh_QQ/s1600-h/cousins.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its been such a long time since I enjoyed CNY...Seeing the once familiar faces brings back so much memories. I have been especially close to not just the cousins I spent my childhood with, but also the uncles &amp;amp; aunts long before they started their own families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I remember my yet to be married aunts in the other room, chit chatting before bed, and my uncles snoozing in that tiny but cozy living hall, lined by mattresses. I still remember being chided by my grandma for wanting to sleep in the living hall, just like my uncles cos i thought that cool and fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can't believe how time flies. I now have cousins who are at a strapping 1.8m or taller, and they are only about 16! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its a pity we don't catch up that often. But the smiles that go around &amp;amp; the genuine concern is so heartwarming. I so wanna do this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4520161968636272820-376518112865103886?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/376518112865103886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=376518112865103886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/376518112865103886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/376518112865103886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/gatherings-good-old-cheer.html' title='Gatherings &amp; good old cheer'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R7BYJSMvRUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B014yEFz-6A/s72-c/DSC00733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-798973053864361657</id><published>2008-02-08T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:22:28.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6vmeeqdDEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zYmUYag1wEQ/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164474809011997762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6vmeeqdDEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zYmUYag1wEQ/s320/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;CNY aside, February is also the month of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Juvenile? But very cute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-798973053864361657?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/798973053864361657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=798973053864361657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/798973053864361657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/798973053864361657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/month-of-love.html' title='Month of Love'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6vmeeqdDEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zYmUYag1wEQ/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3841454300408125689</id><published>2008-02-04T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:20:14.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning trains</title><content type='html'>I can't remember the last time I took the train in the early morning of 7-8ish, where every working adult depended on daily to get to work on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I turn, people moved at an amazing speed. It was like their heels were on fire, gunning for a race except there clearly wasn't any prize. I wish I could be unaffected by this organised mayhem. If work starts at 9, I'm not gonna want to get all ruffled up before I even step into the office lift.&lt;br /&gt;So i plug in my mp3 &amp;amp; try to block out the uncertainties of the day or ignore the heaviness in my eyes that threaten to overcome me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me, he much prefered taking buses to trains. He said he could always enjoy the scenery when in the bus &amp;amp; because of the seating arrangement( back facing ), he would not feel awkward about where to rest his eyes in case he didn't want to shut them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, the seats in out trains are made to face each other, &amp;amp; many times we as human beings tend to look or stare at things out of the extraordinary, or simply out of curiosity and boredom.Many times I have been subjected to what I'll rather save my peepers from...like a pair of prepubescent teen in uniforms fondling openly, people wearing fugly torn slippers &amp;amp; women in skirts with obvious hairy(unshaved!) legs... On a normal uneventful ride, I'm sure most of us inevitably shift our attention to the most attractive person in your vicinity :) Afterall, its human nature to admire beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a tiring day I had.. I can't wait for CNY to come &amp;amp; its not cos of the hongbaos/goodies/gatherings.....urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-3841454300408125689?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3841454300408125689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3841454300408125689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3841454300408125689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3841454300408125689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-morning-trains.html' title='Early morning trains'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-1228727521108182667</id><published>2008-02-02T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:10:53.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w260.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w260.photobucket.com/albums/ii9/estadiaries/8d3c3d18.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii9/estadiaries/?action=view&amp;current=8d3c3d18.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-1228727521108182667?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1228727521108182667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=1228727521108182667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/1228727521108182667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/1228727521108182667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-7412481959956466742</id><published>2008-02-02T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:24:48.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; It was dear Rin's big night,which explains the lovely slideshow.Turns out it was the lovely bride's birthday as well. Double bliss. I'm so gonna miss the gals. Sigh. Although we couldn't catch up as often as we liked,(due to differing schedules, personal commitments) we always have so much to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks for.. waking me up early in the mornings by calling my room. Although I was still in dreamland, it makes me smile knowing I'm gonna have great company for lunch later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks for the little gifts of candies or goodies/encouraging notes in my mail box..Its nice to know I'm being thought of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks for coming to my room to chat even if just touched down from a 12 hour flight..Its so heartwarming to hear a familiar voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks for your little treats, bread rolls &amp;amp; muffins before i go off for flight, sharing medications &amp;amp; internet connection..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&amp;amp;... for laughing at " THANKS FOR WAITING!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'll always remember that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Till we meet again! I hope soon.&lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-7412481959956466742?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7412481959956466742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=7412481959956466742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7412481959956466742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/7412481959956466742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='My gals'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-6979496762985051705</id><published>2008-01-30T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:25:42.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God, time really flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I still remember the very first time I set foot into Tokyo, the famous bustling city of Japan. It was going to be a long stay, 6 weeks to be exact. Its a real pity that I've lost all the pictures taken during training, no thanks to my very old &amp;amp; obsolete pc which crashed..:( No worries though, the memories are mine for keeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let me count the ways I love Japan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Great food&lt;/span&gt; . Succulent &amp;amp; fresh seafood &amp;amp; sashimi, melt-in your mouth sushi, Cutest strawberry confections, addictive Kirin milk tea, Pocky sticks of any flavour possible &amp;amp; i seriously haven't met someone who doesn't love Japanese food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lovely Packaging&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever I get something, I can be sure it's always nicely done up. Think bows &amp;amp; ribbons; wrapping paper of every colour &amp;amp; texture. Receiving pretty gifts is such a delight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Heartfelt service.&lt;/span&gt; Serve staffs are generally obliging &amp;amp; polite. Makes for a great shopping experience i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tokyo during my last flight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CddOqdC-I/AAAAAAAAADo/PPnoWYCVgR0/s1600-h/922377717l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161298298444516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CddOqdC-I/AAAAAAAAADo/PPnoWYCVgR0/s200/922377717l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CdduqdC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/VirDYboR-rU/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161298307034450930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CdduqdC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/VirDYboR-rU/s200/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The junction on a typical winter evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CdeOqdDAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zxs1h023erY/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161298315624385538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CdeOqdDAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zxs1h023erY/s200/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fave unagi; a must order &amp;amp; my batchgirl Yan's treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Although I've ditched my hard earned wings for a regular life, I'm never looking back. Cos sometimes there are things more important &amp;amp; valuable. Shopping in Manhattan &amp;amp; enjoying sashimi in Japan might be enviable to many, I agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But knowing that there's someone who loves you that you can go home to &amp;amp; snuggle under the covers every night&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CdeuqdDBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2-ci98K4hfI/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161298324214320146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CdeuqdDBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2-ci98K4hfI/s200/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Priceless .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520161968636272820-6979496762985051705?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6979496762985051705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=6979496762985051705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6979496762985051705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/6979496762985051705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-japan_30.html' title='I miss Japan'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R6CddOqdC-I/AAAAAAAAADo/PPnoWYCVgR0/s72-c/922377717l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520161968636272820.post-3632555318887644668</id><published>2008-01-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:31:20.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very 1st post..NOT FOR THE COCKROACH PHOBIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R54HeOqdCnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/D0uKSGRy6HM/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/R54Cd-qdCmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QwZbLyl9iMY/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I finally got started on my blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have always wanted a space of my own to pen my thoughts and feelings, special events in life, how cool that must be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway, there are so many events going on in my life right now, I don't know where to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As I'm typing this on my bed, I'm surrounded by what I call "organised mess", as you see, I'm halfway thru the annual spring cleaning for CNY. . I wouldn't even have started if not for the cockroach that i found hovering over my hair curler on my bedroom floor days ago. Mum had went after it using a lousy little broom (that supposedly magically scoops hair and fur) after hearing my screams.. After jumping like a maniac (in the safety of my sofa of cos) and 2 loud smacks later, my very heroic mum proclaimed IT disappeared. Like without a trace. She then proceeded to calmly put down that lousy thing and sat down with her very soggy meepok, furiously chomping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think the conversation went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me,still on my sofa&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;em&gt;What do you mean it disappeared?! Cockroaches don't disappear, now that you let it go, it must be hiding somewhere..like my wardrobe or in between the pages of a book, just about anywhere..OMG !!How can I sleep in peace ever?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Its gone already, I can't even see where it goes, anyway I'm soo hungry.. (followed by some endless ramblings of how untidy my room is, and that i must have eaten in there, and how cockroaches love a dirty place and how i'm ever going to cope when i have my own house) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; swear during this time all i could ever think of was that hideous black thing with its unusually long feelers. Not only were they long, they were moving in a menacing way. Taunting even.What good are feelers to a cockroach anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyhow, I've been a really good girl after that episode and have been cleaning up my room, even the dusty top shelves are now clean &amp;amp; dettol-ed. Therefore, no sightings of Mr. Cockroach and that makes me a very happy girl. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Just moments ago, I found out Mr. Cockroach had decided my sis's room a better stay, since she regularly keeps half eaten packs of salt &amp;amp; vinegar chips scattered on her table.Mm.How nice. Many loud yet suppressed screams and cockroach bashing later, Mr. Cockroach's fate is sealed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ooh that's long for a first post..gotta go back to sorting out more mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Till then :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4520161968636272820-3632555318887644668?l=estadiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3632555318887644668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520161968636272820&amp;postID=3632555318887644668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3632555318887644668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520161968636272820/posts/default/3632555318887644668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estadiaries.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-very-1st-postnot-for-cockroach.html' title='My very 1st post..NOT FOR THE COCKROACH PHOBIC'/><author><name>esta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14407198451196615308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UmMl0OxRKc/SWSrIXytfTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b-kOcfZV6fI/S220/697534969_0a021fd27b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
