<?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-7457585287399100386</id><updated>2012-01-04T10:34:32.825+08:00</updated><category term='Advertorial'/><category term='Bookworm'/><category term='Personal Favourites'/><category term='Emo-ish Crap'/><category term='podcast'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Vanity Uncensored'/><category term='vlog'/><category term='BlogskinFAQ'/><category term='Author-ing'/><category term='Artsy Maker'/><category term='Everyday ramblings'/><category term='Downloads'/><category term='Tutorials'/><category term='Heart-warmings'/><category term='Photo at the moment'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>im your superwoman!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>411</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3502687198479860733</id><published>2012-01-04T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:34:32.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9uWqTU3uY/TwO6PXIbfUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GAyIf8i3Dps/s1600/pdhoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9uWqTU3uY/TwO6PXIbfUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GAyIf8i3Dps/s1600/pdhoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can anyone resist that sweet little face? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3502687198479860733?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3502687198479860733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3502687198479860733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3502687198479860733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3502687198479860733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautiful-pudding.html' title='Beautiful Pudding'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XA9uWqTU3uY/TwO6PXIbfUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/GAyIf8i3Dps/s72-c/pdhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7229773202306648358</id><published>2012-01-03T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:01:02.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Tug of War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-aREXRxNog/TwJgublRU3I/AAAAAAAAAik/HBScNpDne7A/s1600/fffff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-aREXRxNog/TwJgublRU3I/AAAAAAAAAik/HBScNpDne7A/s1600/fffff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s so unfair. I’m always losing in tug of war. Humph.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two shih tzu have started playing tug of war. Well, at least to my 3 month old Pudding (she’s the one with the tongue sticking out) they are. To my 3 year old grumpy Butter, its more of “Go away. I just want to play with my toy in peace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter would drag Pudding (who decided to attach herself by the fangs to the toy) around with her literally dangling at one end of the toy and grunt in frustration as he tries to shake her off. It’s actually quite impressive how determine a puppy can be. -____-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he has successful done so, he will twist and turn away from Pudding’s tiny snapping jaws (she will tries to re-attach herself to the toy) and run full speed into my lap (and head-butting me in the process. And yes, it hurts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudding, being the smart little pup she is, knows that she can only mess with Butter when his mouth is occupied (aka bitting the toy). But when Butter is in my lap, he uses his paws to hold the toy so Pudding ends up laying down infront of us and barking angrily at Butter. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the moment Butter turns around to lick me, Pudding snatches the toy and run like the wind. To which Butter glares at her and sulk. Haha, I love my dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7229773202306648358?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7229773202306648358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7229773202306648358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7229773202306648358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7229773202306648358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/tug-of-war.html' title='Tug of War'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0-aREXRxNog/TwJgublRU3I/AAAAAAAAAik/HBScNpDne7A/s72-c/fffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2292057256289093597</id><published>2011-12-13T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:50:26.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>I took leave yesterday to bring Butter to the vet for surgery. He's getting neutered since we're getting another female dog. Good lord I had to wake up sooo freaking early to fit to the appointment time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I had to&amp;nbsp;climb&amp;nbsp;out of bed much earlier than normal when I need to go to work. T___T FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? I researched on the clinics and so far the one that is freaking far has the best review. I had a scare when I realised the vet that we used to bring Butter to is known for killing animals (I might be&amp;nbsp;exaggerating) due to medication&amp;nbsp;negligence! I told my mum and she calmly said "Oh you didn't know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFFFFFF. Than why didn't you say anything?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway $180 bucks (heart bleeding) later, Butter is now home recovering. That bugger despite obviously suffering from the effects of the sedation and is not yet able to move properly, simply refuse to stay put and insist on walking around the house. I swear I was on the verge of heart attack&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;he leaves his 'pillow' and wander around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he have a blood patch near his incision. ): It's not bleeding as in dripping blood but you can see that there was some bleeding behind the skin. I was freaking out and erm cried a little bit but I think he should be fine. WHAT. Heart pain what! T___T&amp;nbsp;I checked it again today and it didn't get worse phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even scratched his ear using his hind legs. -_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he looks like it doesn't hurt. AT ALL. Hello, someone just made a 2 inch incision near your genitals and while at it, took out your balls and sew it back (Ehem, a bit too much details. My bad). NOT PAIN ONE MEH?! -___________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, at least he looks active and seems okay. I'm just so worried that he'll run around or jump about and pull on his wound or whatever. I'm just praying very very hard he'll recover well with no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happy things, I think I might be bringing Pudding home this Saturday! (: I can't wait to see her and how my two flurry darlings get along! :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2292057256289093597?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2292057256289093597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2292057256289093597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2292057256289093597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2292057256289093597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/12/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3313628335954431422</id><published>2011-12-01T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:24:44.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>PUDDING</title><content type='html'>I have good and bad news to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is... I gave the two little furballs back to my cousin. ): And now I'm trying to sell off some of their accessories and food. Which reminds me, I could put them up here uh! heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the good news is... I AM GETTING ANOTHER PUPPY!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a shih tzu and it's a little 2 months old baby girl. SHE IS SO ADORABLE!!! As you may (or may not) know, I have a 3 year old shih tzu at home named Butter. He was getting stinky and his fur is a bit tangled so we decided to bring him for grooming. The kennel that does the grooming also sells puppies and despite coming here so many times and looking at so many beautiful dogs, we have never seen one that made us go "Aww, I really want to bring it home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there she was, sitting in her cage staring at us, she's beautiful. For the first time, even my mum was won over. In fact, she was the one who asked if the puppy can be let out for us to take a closer look. As if the puppy understood, it immediately stood up and sat at the cage opening as if waiting for the seller to come get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with it and it was friendly and she actually reminded us of Butter! She does this paw smacking thing that Butter likes to do and when I play with it, it rolls on it back exactly like Butter will! We were seriously considering buying her but she's a bit pricey. We are also a bit hesitant because she is a girl and it would mean babies when she becomes an adult (since we have Butter at home). There was another male shih tzu puppy as well but when we tried to carry it, it struggled and tried to get away. And when I play with it, the feeling is just not the same. In the end, our heart is still with that baby girl puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing for a few minutes, we decided to lay down the deposit and she's coming home with us in a week or two! (: We couldn't bring her home yet because she just had a jab and she still have one more to go and microchip-ing to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE DECIDED TO NAME HER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUDDING!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have decided to get Butter neutered. I was worried because I had heard horror stories about how the dogs&amp;nbsp;behaviour&amp;nbsp;changes after neutering and whats not but after researching, the pros&amp;nbsp;outweigh&amp;nbsp;the cons and I realise some of my&amp;nbsp;perception of neutering are actually myths. -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've made an appointment with Dr Ling at Namly Animal Clinic after reading the great reviews online. &amp;nbsp;Butter is getting neutered on the 12th. I'm getting him neutered before the pup arrive because I want to let him have ample time to rest and recover without the pup bugging him/ him bugging the pup too much. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. Recently I realise his erm.. testicles area are a bit red and flaky and he keeps licking them. So I'm getting him to the vet tonight to check it out because I don't want to waste my trip down to Namly and be told that he can't have surgery that day and need to&amp;nbsp;reschedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask me why am I looking at his&amp;nbsp;testicles. ...shit. You're thinking about it now, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. It's just that after grooming, he's bald like an old man and his testicle is like cherry red. You can't ignore that can you? I've ignore it until recently when I decided to neuter him, I was reminded of it and when I checked yesterday, it wasn't so red anymore but there is still some redness and its flaky. Which got me confused because I don't know if I should be worried or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end...&amp;nbsp;I googled "what does normal dog testicle looks like". I know. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought to animal porn sites. FML x 2 -_________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I started to doubt myself lah! I mean who the heck will keep tabs on their dog's testicles?! He could have neon red testicle all his life for all I know but I only really notice recently mah! I don't want to pay 80 bucks to the vet to have him tell me "Mdm, that's what dogs testcles look like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;______________________&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft. But in the end, I'm still bringing him to the vet lah. Better safe than sorry. Okay, I have been rambling. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3313628335954431422?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3313628335954431422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3313628335954431422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3313628335954431422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3313628335954431422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/12/pudding.html' title='PUDDING'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4604607338174226497</id><published>2011-11-23T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:48:00.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Ninja Tur-.. wait a minute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBc8IB4Xt28/TsxZA-5XSlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/tgFLsPyKTFo/s1600/dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBc8IB4Xt28/TsxZA-5XSlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/tgFLsPyKTFo/s1600/dog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In case you're wondering, yes. That is an actual dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.. that looks like an angry ninja turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Heck, I'll be pissed off if I get dyed like that. Keep in mind that THAT is its actual stuck-to-its-body fur. And that he will probably have to spend the next 2 months looking like a turtle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And the following 2 months looking like a turtle is melting off him (because the fur is growing out). Yeah, FthisdogL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*looks at butter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Heh, come on Butter. It's time for grooming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... hehehehehhehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4604607338174226497?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4604607338174226497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4604607338174226497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4604607338174226497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4604607338174226497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/11/ninja-tur-wait-minute.html' title='Ninja Tur-.. wait a minute.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBc8IB4Xt28/TsxZA-5XSlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/tgFLsPyKTFo/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2515414872032817084</id><published>2011-11-21T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:40:55.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>It's been a year!</title><content type='html'>I am SOOOOOO sleepy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here blogging so I should be forgiven for not blogging for so long. #yeahright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that there's a whole lot of people complaining anyway. PFFT. Any-boo, I switched the PS3 for a Nintendo Wii and holy moley I can't stop playing! I adore Mario and like everyone know, Nintendo Wii is loaded with Mario games. Now every time I'm free, I'm either chasing after stars or jumping on mushroom. I know, my social life is practically non existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Now that I've established the fact that I have no friends, let's move on to a brighter subject. -_________-" fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten the two guinea pigs from my cousin and have finally settled on a name for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx7SrD53tgQ/Tsm9znjNAkI/AAAAAAAAAek/XlS6J2ohFEY/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx7SrD53tgQ/Tsm9znjNAkI/AAAAAAAAAek/XlS6J2ohFEY/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I'm naming this greedy piggy "Cupcake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcake is more outgoing and is willing to come up to me when I go near the cage. She is always the first one to venture out when I held out pieces of veg treats for them and boy does she likes to eat! When she finishes her food, she'll run right over to the other pig and tries to rob him of his share of the food. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vf83e4Zbd0/Tsm92EJxziI/AAAAAAAAAes/BV-C2BA0zKo/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4vf83e4Zbd0/Tsm92EJxziI/AAAAAAAAAes/BV-C2BA0zKo/s1600/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this one, I'm naming him "Pudding"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudding is very shy compared to Cupcake. But he is slowly coming out of his shell. He is now willing to venture around his cage when I'm near and he will come out of his hiding spot to get the treats from my hands with some coaxing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was a little worried that I might start getting tired of changing their bedding (come on, let's be honest here.) but I realise that buying coloured bedding really helped. LOL! I am very influenced by colours. If you want my attention, give me bright happy colours. If you want to sell me anything, make sure it comes in pretty colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beddings I bought are beautiful!! Purple for this package and the&amp;nbsp;refill&amp;nbsp;I bought is a really pretty yellow. Therefore, I actually found myself eagerly waiting for&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;to come so that I can change their bedding. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. and.. recently I have been looking at pictures of&amp;nbsp;lop-ear&amp;nbsp;rabbits. SO CUTE WEI. I also want!! But.. I got two pigs already. T__________T Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also went for the AFA Anime Fest thing that was held at Suntec awhile ago. I took a ton of photos and was dragging my sorry ass around after a few hours because I have lousy stamina. T_T But it was awesome looking at all the different cosplayers and their costume &lt;strike&gt;and laughing at some ridiculous looking ones&lt;/strike&gt;. ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, it's our one year anniversary today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! :D We went for lunch at MOF yesterday and I was pleasantly surprised at how yummy the food were! I was expecting them to be mehish cause I didn't like their ice cream. But in the end, I LOVE THE FOOD AND THE ICE CREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the ice cream is pretty cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm craving for more ice cream. HOHOHOHO. After that, we went for movie and dinner before going back home to find more stars. #hardcoremariofan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. I was whining that I didn't bring along my camera to MOF because the interior was pretty and its my first time there so I really wanted to take photos of the food and all so in the end I told my boyfriend that in that case, you'll have to bring me here again. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#ohyeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2515414872032817084?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2515414872032817084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2515414872032817084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2515414872032817084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2515414872032817084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s been a year!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx7SrD53tgQ/Tsm9znjNAkI/AAAAAAAAAek/XlS6J2ohFEY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2026217807157643823</id><published>2011-10-25T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:41:08.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Bunch of things.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Did you miss me? I don't care. I'm going to take it as a yes. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a couple things I have been meaning to blog about but I'm just too lazy or distracted to get my bum in here to do so. #honestblogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I have been confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I am officially a staff at my current company and is no longer under probation. :D I was feeling so nervous and bugging my colleagues all morning with a tons of annoyingly repetitive questions. "What if boss fire me?", "What if she say very mean things?", "What if she scold me?"... "LATER I BECOME JOBLESS HOW?!?!?!" followed by 5 minutes of whimpering and mumblings of how my world will be so messed up. Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleague say if she hear me whimper once more she'll go to the boss herself and get me fired. She's just joking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I hope. T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go on a crazy project and that is to revamp my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I might be going all project runwa-.. wait that's clothes. Eh got what program is on furniture one?? Okay nevermind, I cant think of any. Back to what I was saying.. I am going all DIY on my room. As in literally, buying freaking whole huge planks of wood and cutting it up and tada I get a table type of DIY. We went to look at some wood importers the other day and I am in the process of drawing the furniture plans and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is.. What the heck was I thinking. I mean YAY! (Ehem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, remember the guinea pigs I've mentioned earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you know! They are borned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zIJcM9hOro/TqY0vnwS3LI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aGiublC8Lu4/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zIJcM9hOro/TqY0vnwS3LI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aGiublC8Lu4/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. How cute! I've already thought of the names. "Burger &amp;amp; Ketchup" they will be named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh. All the animals in my house are all named after food. Sundae, Butter, Peanut and now Burger and Ketchup. -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oH3j5yGS3zk/TqY0wvvwOSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WqHEsMrdPBg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oH3j5yGS3zk/TqY0wvvwOSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/WqHEsMrdPBg/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what gender are they yet though since its still at my cousin's. Will be collecting them on the 11th. Which reminds me that I need to go make them a cage. Yes, MAKE. I'm all DIY guru now. Plus all the nitty gritty stuffs that I need to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can forsee an empty bank account. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH BEFORE I FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesomesauce boyfriend got me a Playstation 3!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He say is my early birthday present. Ahhhh!!! HIGHHH. Now I can play my ninja gaiden and little big planet and many more. Awesomeeeeee. And he is super nice cause whenever he come over, he will tell me to go ahead and play. Even if I spend the whole day playing, he will still say its okay. But I will keep worrying if he will be bored though but he kept reassuring me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that's part of the reason why I want to revamp my room. So that I have a proper place to keep everything. Somehow having the console expose in the open makes it feel so vulnerable. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I taught Butter how to roll over last night. SO SMART!!!! HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2026217807157643823?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2026217807157643823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2026217807157643823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2026217807157643823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2026217807157643823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/bunch-of-things.html' title='Bunch of things.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zIJcM9hOro/TqY0vnwS3LI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aGiublC8Lu4/s72-c/Untitled1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5522025238582240156</id><published>2011-10-11T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:41:29.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Guinea Pigs and the damn bus</title><content type='html'>I am extremely annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring cats and dogs as I make my way to the office. I was struggling to keep my dress from flying all over while wrestling with the third umbrella that my mum gave me that's broken. My hair was blown into my face and I can barely see but I don't have any free hand to brush it aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I muttered, "It can't get any worse than this. PFFT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know? A SBS bus rushing to the pits of hell to get reincarnated roared passed me, promply sending a huge wave of puddle onto an unexpecting &lt;i&gt;trying to &lt;u&gt;stay&lt;/u&gt; dry&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. A. LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Life/Fate/God/The mighty one/whoever is listening to my mutterings, please get this straight. When I say "It can't get any worse than this", it's just a rhetorical statement. Not a freaking challenge. You do NOT have to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the SBS bus driver, I hope your wife refuse to have sex with you for the next one year or two. I still don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier things to distract myself from my extremely wet dress which is annoying the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin promised to give me two guinea pigs!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me the photo of the mama pig and OH MY GOD, she looked like she's wearing a wig. I'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here, take a look yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7dYcqzhCQc/TpOlDaCqpwI/AAAAAAAAAds/CNRURSwzvdY/s1600/photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7dYcqzhCQc/TpOlDaCqpwI/AAAAAAAAAds/CNRURSwzvdY/s1600/photo+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU, RIGHT???She looks huge cause she's heavily pregnant. According to my cousin, she is supposed to pop the babies in September but it's well into October now but still no sign of the babies. ): We'll have to wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XT0T-BT1slg/TpOquNaEq6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/tkN61BBr-oI/s1600/photo+2+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XT0T-BT1slg/TpOquNaEq6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/tkN61BBr-oI/s1600/photo+2+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the papa pig by the way. I love the colours on him! I hope the babies get a mixture of colours. I have been researching on the pigs and I have decided to build a DIY cage for them! And I wonder how Butter will react to them. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, please hurry up and give birth already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5522025238582240156?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5522025238582240156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5522025238582240156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5522025238582240156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5522025238582240156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/guinea-pigs-and-damn-bus.html' title='Guinea Pigs and the damn bus'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7dYcqzhCQc/TpOlDaCqpwI/AAAAAAAAAds/CNRURSwzvdY/s72-c/photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1209248330510191287</id><published>2011-09-26T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T10:11:50.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Stop stepping on my white sneakers, people.</title><content type='html'>You know what drives me crazy? No, not the heart thumping, cheeks blushing type of crazy. I'm talking about the bitch fit want to tear you apart and season you with salt kind of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when I'm wearing white sneakers and people 'accidentally' steps on them. ARGH.Please, someone enlighten me. Why is it that NO ONES 'accidentally' steps on me when I'm wearing slippers/flip flops? Why does this always happen when I'm wearing white sneakers?! WHY?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what is bugging me today.Thing is, when I was on the bus today, this Philippino woman came and sat across me. And as she was trying to get her fat ass into the seat, that bitch stepped on me! FULL FLEDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her AND BITCH DIDNT EVEN APOLOGISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE ACTUALLY MADE EYE CONTACT BEFORE LOOKING AWAY AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get screwed all over by your boss and back stabbed by your colleagues for the whole week. SO ANNOYED! HUMPH. &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the next people who steps on my white sneakers will have their legs&amp;nbsp;bitten&amp;nbsp;off by my dog. I'm hurting all over from dance class AND have to deal with such people (who seriously lacks in the manners department) so I'm entitled to be grumpy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1209248330510191287?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1209248330510191287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1209248330510191287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1209248330510191287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1209248330510191287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/09/stop-stepping-on-my-white-sneakers.html' title='Stop stepping on my white sneakers, people.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-9033013638870889370</id><published>2011-09-19T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T11:30:41.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Learning to smile.</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm going to show you something that has never been shown on my blog. (Actually, every new photo have never been shown on my blog -____- that's why its called 'new'.) Ok rephrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to show you something that.. have never existed ever since I was 4? Wait. Don't sound right also. AIYAH. Show you all first than I explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Uq7itMwMGFk/Tna3HoT2X3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/lKfAobZgIqs/rsz_photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the only photograph in which you will find me smiling (teeth and all). It's very very seldom my teeth greets the world wtf. In fact, if you take a look at my blog, you'll see that practically 8 out of 10 of my photos has me pouting in it. The other 2 have me either doing something weird or smiling without teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always asking me why do I pout in my photos all the time and well, the thing is... I dont like my smile. I honestly cross my heart thinks that I don't have a nice smile. And it just looks weird when I smile anyway. -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, why on hell does the photos taken from iphone turn out so god damn grainy? Seriously! I have a legal and sound excuse to get an iphone 4. It's about time.&amp;nbsp;*grumble* Anyway, after taking the above photo, I started&amp;nbsp;contemplating&amp;nbsp;about getting my teeth fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... had a heart attack when I googled the prices for invislign though. Hell, the prices dentist charges these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-9033013638870889370?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9033013638870889370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=9033013638870889370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/9033013638870889370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/9033013638870889370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-im-going-to-show-you-something.html' title='Learning to smile.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Uq7itMwMGFk/Tna3HoT2X3I/AAAAAAAAAdY/lKfAobZgIqs/s72-c/rsz_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4748281013651662842</id><published>2011-09-15T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:18:44.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Erm, HELLO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/185494_10150258767284538_686784537_7656849_3118258_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/185494_10150258767284538_686784537_7656849_3118258_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, hello. ... .. *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... There was a fire.. erm.. I mean my computer.. OK FINE. I'm sorry! I was just too lazy and unmotivated to blog. ): Plus I really have nothing to update. I have been slaving away to earn kaching to feed the family. #tryingdesperatelytogainsympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm making up for it. &lt;strike&gt;I'm blogging at work. If my boss sees this and she fires me, it's all your fault!&lt;/strike&gt; Anyway, so what have been happening since I was&lt;i&gt; away&lt;/i&gt; (ehem). Oh right, I graduated! :D :D But seriously, why do we have to wear that ridiculously looking robe and god&amp;nbsp;awful hat thing? It's simply unfair and downright cruel to people who have big heads.. or faces that isn't tinier than a palm. Both doesn't apply to me. *defensive* Stop looking at me like that. It &lt;b&gt;doesn't&lt;/b&gt; apply to me.&amp;nbsp;I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why on earth do our graduation have to be so freaking early?! Sigh. But looking at all the ang mos in weird looking robes up on stage (they are the ones presenting the certificate to us) does makes me feel like I'm in hogwarts. No really! Especially when all the graduates are in robes as well. Ahhhh, hogwarts! *wave wand in the air* I wouldn't have been surprise if one of the&amp;nbsp;portraits&amp;nbsp;on display start talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not true. I'll prolly shit my pants but you get what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else. OH OH OH! I took up exotic dance class. I know. I have no idea what I was thinking either. T_____T Anyohhow, it's pretty fun. (If you call aching for at least 3 days every week, "fun".) And it's kinda sexy too since all the moves are so&amp;nbsp;feminine. (Once again, &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; you call&amp;nbsp;wincing and flinching&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;you remotely moved a muscle, "sexy".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for now. Will try to update more okay! Don't ignore me. T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4748281013651662842?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4748281013651662842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4748281013651662842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4748281013651662842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4748281013651662842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/09/erm-hello.html' title='Erm, HELLO.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3072820826995446818</id><published>2011-08-13T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:13:24.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>Floral Sneakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RPjDX5VwDfE/TkYjd5C1i_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fUBAILsGIw8/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New floral sneakers for work! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I have shooting a lot of random shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps I should start posting them here as photo of the moment. Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3072820826995446818?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3072820826995446818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3072820826995446818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3072820826995446818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3072820826995446818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/08/floral-sneakers.html' title='Floral Sneakers'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RPjDX5VwDfE/TkYjd5C1i_I/AAAAAAAAAdE/fUBAILsGIw8/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-603958058682585089</id><published>2011-07-24T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:16:43.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>Alright&amp;nbsp;Alright, My blog is collecting some serious dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thing is, I have been putting off blogging because I was feel rather dejected finding a job. And I don't want any potential employer creeping here to read about that. Fine, they might never have found my blog but you never know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good news is.. I GOT A JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I think my title is pretty cool. Regional Marketing Executive. #cheapthrilltillmax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why but I feel soooooooo freaking drained all the time now. Majiam I was doing manual labor all day. I'm dozing off at 7pm and I slept all the way to 4pm on saturday AND still feeling tired. FML. I serously could not&amp;nbsp;fathom&amp;nbsp;how anyone could have a active lifestyle while they hold a job. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4pm today and I still could barely keep my eyes open to watch anime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a side note, I need to stop eating for like a freaking month. Last week, I met up with the boyfriend and his family for dinner and somehow&amp;nbsp;ended&amp;nbsp;up eating steamboat buffet. Yesterday, I met up with my friends for sushi and ended up having sushi buffet. Today, My parents brought my boyfriend to shabu to celebrate his birthday and we had steamboat and BBQ buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. I dare not weight myself already lah like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-603958058682585089?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/603958058682585089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=603958058682585089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/603958058682585089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/603958058682585089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6773981379844767820</id><published>2011-07-13T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:39:27.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Nice guys finish last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="319" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xfeys7Jfnx8?rel=0" width="509"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or kevjumba is soooo sexy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ehem. Anyway, I thought the music is pretty catchy and nice! Of course, I love the happy ending and nice guys don't finish last! :D&amp;nbsp;&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/7457585287399100386-6773981379844767820?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6773981379844767820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6773981379844767820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6773981379844767820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6773981379844767820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/07/nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='Nice guys finish last'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xfeys7Jfnx8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7969565550940881683</id><published>2011-06-30T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:44:58.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Butter and the vet</title><content type='html'>Carrying Butter to the vet is seriously no joke. My dad drove us there and all I need to do is carry him to the vet, grab some doggie supplies and back to the car and I'm already having muscle ache (my hand is shaking as I was preparing lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how heavy my dog is! -_________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that I was wearing shorts and my dog decided to decorate my legs with his nails. In fact, I now resembles a child with an abusive mother whose favorite weapon is a cane. Seriously, there is a freaking crazy huge scratch right across my left thigh and it hurts like a bitch. I could tell people I was attacked by a parang and no one will question me. How's that for appreciation. (Grumble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in case you're wondering, Butter have a gaping wound on his head and I've spotted pus oozing out of it. I know, gross. The vet confirm that its a infection and gave him some medication telling me to keep an eye on him. But it should go away in about a week. If it didn't, I'll need to bring him back again because then it could be a sort of tumor. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fingers crossed and praying very very hard, he'll recover soon. ): and my legs wont have any scars thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being an extremely responsible owner and gave my dog a bath. Before I get him in the toilet, I keep urging him to pee/poo but he was totally uninterested. Thinking he don't need to relief himself, I proceed to give him a good scrubbing down, dry him, brush him, apply cream over his infection and I am proud to say he smells amazing now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment I let him down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT BUGGER WENT STRAIGHT TO HIS TRAY AND PEED BEFORE TAKING A DUMP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. Annoying shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7969565550940881683?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7969565550940881683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7969565550940881683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7969565550940881683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7969565550940881683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/butter-and-vet.html' title='Butter and the vet'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7216073601115206639</id><published>2011-06-10T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T21:01:33.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>I MADE AGLIO OLIO SPAGHETTI TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SeTJ36xoykc/TfIVEAyQGCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/a2pld-yMGpo/photko%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I MADE AGLIO OLIO SPAGHETTI TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is yummy max. So yummy I think can open store already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#shamelessselfpraisetothemax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7216073601115206639?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7216073601115206639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7216073601115206639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7216073601115206639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7216073601115206639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-made-aglio-olio-spaghetti-today.html' title='I MADE AGLIO OLIO SPAGHETTI TODAY!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SeTJ36xoykc/TfIVEAyQGCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/a2pld-yMGpo/s72-c/photko%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2299413661093284024</id><published>2011-06-09T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:58:39.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BuaQPxkaEzw/TfCKofVUqFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QjgjyiW3fKM/DSC02639.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BACK FROM THE LAND OF SMILES!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. and had gotten roughly 10 kilos heavier and added 19cm to my already not so slender waistline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T______________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll be heading to genting in a couple days and be back on wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.. And adding another 12 kg of fats while I'm at it. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have gotten my results and I AM PROUD TO SAY I HAVE OFFICALLY GRADUATED! :D In fact, I did pretty well this sem. Distinction FTW!!! Now let's hope I'll have great news about my future job soon! (: (: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2299413661093284024?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2299413661093284024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2299413661093284024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2299413661093284024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2299413661093284024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-back-from-land-of-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BuaQPxkaEzw/TfCKofVUqFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QjgjyiW3fKM/s72-c/DSC02639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6471042060190867224</id><published>2011-06-04T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:29:27.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>thailand here I come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM FLYING OFF TO THAILAND TML! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss me ah! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be back wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6471042060190867224?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6471042060190867224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6471042060190867224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6471042060190867224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6471042060190867224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/thailand-here-i-come.html' title='thailand here I come!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6065054449595126741</id><published>2011-06-01T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:56:02.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>I'm not dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mjPSRa9xSrg/TeUbKsGGvSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gRLyQtHJHo4/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, I have not been updating recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listen, I have a really good &lt;strike&gt;excuse&lt;/strike&gt; I mean reason. I erm.. er.. the.. you see.. er the-.. oh forget it. I was lazy. T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well... a little anxious. My exams are finally over and I'm waiting for my results which will be out by this week. I can't wait! I am quite confident that I'll be okay but until I lay my eyes on those results, I'm simply going to be me and totally worry about it. Other than that, I've been sending out resumes and trying to kick start my career. So far I've been to a few interviews and although there are certain times that I might be mentally kicking myself for not performing as well as I want to, I feel that I'm becoming better at tackling those nerve wrecking interview questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm keeping my fingers crossed and I hope something suitable will come my way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention I pop by the book fair and gaming event at suntec the other day? It was a shame I forgot my camera so I had to make do with my iphone but I think I went a little too hyper snapping cosplayers here and there and going gaga over the games. Oh well! I'll prolly update in the next few days. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6065054449595126741?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6065054449595126741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6065054449595126741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6065054449595126741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6065054449595126741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-dead.html' title='I&apos;m not dead'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mjPSRa9xSrg/TeUbKsGGvSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gRLyQtHJHo4/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4419893407401150843</id><published>2011-05-18T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:30:05.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><title type='text'>Chopper (COMPLETED!)</title><content type='html'>Awhile ago, I posted something about &lt;a href="http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/chopper-work-in-progress.html"&gt;CHOPPER&lt;/a&gt;. But it's a work in process and erm.. had been a work in process for so long it collected dust. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one day I&amp;nbsp;miraculously had this will and determination with a sprinkle of inspiration which prompted me to dig out my new water colour (kids set mind you) to paint/shade it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AOrjAGx0sto/TdOsdWU8YhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JkTwPgSpJjI/DSC02520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time okay. Impressed right? I know. MWAHAHHAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4419893407401150843?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4419893407401150843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4419893407401150843' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4419893407401150843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4419893407401150843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/05/chopper-completed.html' title='Chopper (COMPLETED!)'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AOrjAGx0sto/TdOsdWU8YhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JkTwPgSpJjI/s72-c/DSC02520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-933936167761536739</id><published>2011-05-09T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:59:28.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>canon S95</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sJgGiZWJUEk/TcbK1az2hvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9RpT2hUhOgA/Untitled-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a Canon S95! T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm here I might as well have an update. Erm, my blog is erm neglected. &amp;gt;________&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first thing first, I AM DONE WITH MY EXAMS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to partayyyyyyyy! Well, not really. I have been playing pokemon and everyday tennis for the past few days instead. Don't judge me. But I'm SUPER HAPPPY. So happy that I couldn't sleep properly for the past few nights. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I'm so looking forward to my genting and thailand trip in june! :D&lt;br /&gt;Though im the meantime, its shopping time for my 'work wear' and resume editing and kick starting my job hunt! &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, the last smiley is supposed to be a determine look. not a erm, angry look. ok bye.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-933936167761536739?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/933936167761536739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=933936167761536739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/933936167761536739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/933936167761536739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/05/canon-s95.html' title='canon S95'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sJgGiZWJUEk/TcbK1az2hvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/9RpT2hUhOgA/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7465075233888719028</id><published>2011-05-03T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:07:23.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>MOVE YOUR BODY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="319" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mYP4MgxDV2U?rel=0" width="509"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is part of the movement to remind everyone to eat healthy and to work out. Erm.. well something like that. So what they did is to do what they like doing the most, DANCE! and I adore this music video! Okay, I love watching people dance but this dance is really wicked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And you know what's the best part?&lt;br /&gt;... she did it in heels. *salute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the tutorial version if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="319" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0azRdbIFjHg?rel=0" width="509"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO LEARNING THIS AFTER MY EXAMS!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7465075233888719028?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7465075233888719028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7465075233888719028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7465075233888719028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7465075233888719028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/05/dance.html' title='MOVE YOUR BODY!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mYP4MgxDV2U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2956858281615771116</id><published>2011-04-29T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:04:02.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Grumpy face</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_VEiT3zqsss/Tbm5qVvJREI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jbJcNGcPuZo/2%2Bcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the grumpy face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter really doesn't like it when I wake him up in the middle of the night just to snap a picture. :X&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had my first paper yesterday so one paper down, ONE MORE TO GO! I'll be a free woman on the 4th!! WOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2956858281615771116?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2956858281615771116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2956858281615771116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2956858281615771116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2956858281615771116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/grumpy-face.html' title='Grumpy face'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-_VEiT3zqsss/Tbm5qVvJREI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jbJcNGcPuZo/s72-c/2%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1743294303256936027</id><published>2011-04-20T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:50:13.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Erm, Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still alive. I just want to tell you that I have not been blogging because erm, exams are coming and I'm busy with erm, studying. ... What? What's with that look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...OK FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prevent getting struck by lightning for this&amp;nbsp;blatant lie I admit&amp;nbsp;I was gaming more than studying BUT I did study okay! My notes are so colourful its a piece of art. PFFT. Anyway, I will properly update once my exams are over! Don't abandon me kay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1743294303256936027?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1743294303256936027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1743294303256936027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1743294303256936027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1743294303256936027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5398417396830060293</id><published>2011-04-12T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:58:57.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>I can be master chef.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TaRoImjCZKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UfaHaZCwFfY/s400/photo%203%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eggs with Chives, Veg, Steam chicken and pork chp! Yes, I cooked all these dishes. ON. MY. OWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*smug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm hungry. Crap. T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5398417396830060293?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5398417396830060293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5398417396830060293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5398417396830060293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5398417396830060293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-can-be-master-chef.html' title='I can be master chef.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TaRoImjCZKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/UfaHaZCwFfY/s72-c/photo%203%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4494073752411319941</id><published>2011-04-08T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:39:45.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Stripey &amp; Spikey</title><content type='html'>Say hello to my new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZ50ffKFcOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Vr8F4oib4fg/photo%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I named them Stripey and Spikey. Yeah lah yeah lah, I'm so loner I need plants as friends. T____T But at least I don't have to worry about a zombie attack now. MWAHAHAH lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4494073752411319941?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4494073752411319941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4494073752411319941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4494073752411319941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4494073752411319941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/stripey-spikey.html' title='Stripey &amp; Spikey'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZ50ffKFcOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Vr8F4oib4fg/s72-c/photo%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5993563423506585980</id><published>2011-04-05T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T01:02:52.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZn49BK3qHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/buXotijAP8s/photo%201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like random gifts from the boyfriend. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5993563423506585980?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5993563423506585980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5993563423506585980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5993563423506585980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5993563423506585980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZn49BK3qHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/buXotijAP8s/s72-c/photo%201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2691170016117924882</id><published>2011-03-30T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T18:18:14.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>So sweet can give you diabetes!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I really should stop&amp;nbsp;procrastinating. In fact, I've told myself to stop procrastinating so many times on this blog that I had actually learnt how to spell 'procrastinating' without having to rely on the spell check. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am here to show off cause the boyfriend made me feel so touched the other day. HAHAHA, okay lah, not really show off lah. Just want to share with you only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... or in other words, show off. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I lied. I procrastinated again. I actually did the top of this post last night and saved it as draft and went off to gaming. -______________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think my boyfriend is very sweet! For our anniversary, we actually sorta have a plan to try out MOF for dinner. But he had OT and I was feeling rather hungry (didn't eat anything the whole day) and was thinking of canceling the dinner and just spend the day at home like we normally would. Surprisingly, he told me to wait awhile more and he would try to get off work soon. Totally unexpected! I was expecting him to say okay one loh! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Minutes later, he called to say he's FREEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time we went down to City Hall, I was on the brim of crossing over and seeing the light already, so we went to Soup Spoon instead cause it's nearer. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmhi2qkUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/InZt24mfGaw/DSC02497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the breadbowl while I had the large bowl of Simon and Garfunkel Chicken and Mushroom Ragout. But the waiter gave me the wrong order and it became Tangy Tomato with Basil instead. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmhgTwv5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/54FsdRowYvU/DSC02496.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I first got the soup, I was still thinking "Weird, I remembered having alot of&amp;nbsp;potatoes&amp;nbsp;and meat in my soup. Why now all become carrot and peppers?" But since I was the one who introduced this soup I have to suck it up and kept saying "Wah, this soup so nice!" infront of my boyfriend. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my boyfriend finally got his soup, WE started wondering why the soups different colour one. Plus why mine taste so sour and different! That's when it finally dawn on me.. wrong order. -________- Took us so long to figure it out loh. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the nice boyfriend let me have his soup in the end. HAHAHAHA. I simply LOVE&amp;nbsp;Simon and Garfunkel Chicken and Mushroom Ragout. (Even though I seriously can't pronounce the name. I always order it as "Can I have a bowl of the simon something something. Thank you." HAHAHAHAH. wtf I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the boyfriend ordered a set so it also came with a half sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmh1WgSKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/3DbbROG6FOc/DSC02498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some smoked ham something, I can't remember. Thats the problem with procrastination paired with a bad memory. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you'll think by now, we're both damn full right? Well, you're correct. But that didn't stop us from getting more food. #iseemywaistlineexpandingohshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, he wants to get food from Chippy but being the potato lover I am, I want to try the best fries forever which is located right beside each other. No really, the store is named 'Best Fries Forever'. You tell me lah, can don't try anot? Best fries FOREVER leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmiHDj5bI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F8E3ul58Ij8/DSC02501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmi-sGBdI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/A_PMnSrA6Eo/DSC02503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I can foresee my waistline expanding? So he got his erm mash potato (!) with cheesy hotdog which didn't look very yummylicious in photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmib7m_5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/9gfBY1idGTE/DSC02499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very VERY yummylicious in your mouth. Actually, the mash potato tastes exactly&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;those you can get in 7 eleven. As for the cheesy hotdog, go get it in NTUC and toast it in the oven and tadah! You get the same thing at a cheaper price. #cheapskate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmja_clnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/S6QxN6JfKTo/DSC02504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my fries and I chose the cheesy dip. It's not bad I guess. But prolly not on my top list of cravings. After which we went back to my place to watch solitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHA the end. No lah, actually he gave me a surprise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually right, the boyfriend is normally not a remember anniversary and give you anniversary gift type of boy. And since the 4th month is not like an one year anniversary or anything, I was fully expecting it to be a 'go out have dinner the end' type of thing but as we're finishing dinner, he handed me a gift!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmjYjORpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/maU9TG9yq7U/DSC02506.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!! DAMN CUTE RIGHT!!! It's a scheduler that we saw the other day and I totally went nuts over it cause its so cute! Plus I have a huge weakness for notebooks. God knows how many times I've bought those pretty notebooks home but ended up collecting them instead cause I just can't bear to write in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmjphVsYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Slo8of8aF5c/DSC02511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he also gave me a card filled with some of the sweetest things I long to hear. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2691170016117924882?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2691170016117924882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2691170016117924882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2691170016117924882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2691170016117924882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/fooooood-on-our-4th.html' title='So sweet can give you diabetes!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TZLmhi2qkUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/InZt24mfGaw/s72-c/DSC02497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8808571414880318121</id><published>2011-03-21T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:38:07.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>4 Months and counting. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY FOUR MONTHS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a totally random note, I've gain weight. ONE KG. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PANIC ATTACK. PANIC ATTACK. PANIC ATTACK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME THAT CHEESE FRIES AND A WESTERN BACON CHEESEBURGER. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;UPSIZED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; I NEED TO CALM MYSELF DOWN. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8808571414880318121?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8808571414880318121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8808571414880318121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8808571414880318121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8808571414880318121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/4-months-and-counting.html' title='4 Months and counting. (:'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3450228495772522873</id><published>2011-03-15T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:08:40.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Sleepyhead. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TX8rtDB5KNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Pdf5dhBS-XA/DSC02478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TX8rtc20AnI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fY6zmHGQdns/DSC02482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog seriously looks super cute! I was sitting on the bed watching tv and he jumped up into my lap, curled up and promptly fell asleep with his head resting on my thigh. How to not love this flurry bundle of cuteness you tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3450228495772522873?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3450228495772522873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3450228495772522873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3450228495772522873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3450228495772522873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepyhead.html' title='Sleepyhead. (:'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TX8rtDB5KNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Pdf5dhBS-XA/s72-c/DSC02478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8591189427957244131</id><published>2011-03-12T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:09:36.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><title type='text'>Chopper! (work in progress)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TXpWE5k9HRI/AAAAAAAAATs/zKD_Zc3mPAY/9999999.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been doodling nowadays and today, I felt like drawing "Chopper" from One Piece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still a work in progress though. Time to ink and shade!&lt;br /&gt;(: (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8591189427957244131?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8591189427957244131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8591189427957244131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8591189427957244131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8591189427957244131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/chopper-work-in-progress.html' title='Chopper! (work in progress)'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TXpWE5k9HRI/AAAAAAAAATs/zKD_Zc3mPAY/s72-c/9999999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6820466061818352279</id><published>2011-03-08T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:55:34.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>SUSHI DESU!</title><content type='html'>Well, guess what I made for lunch this fabulous tuesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TXXsYjftx6I/AAAAAAAAATg/uNuYZpWCOvI/DSC02455.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. SUSHI!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, it's the simple boiled prawn on rice sushi but that's one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;mah! &lt;strike&gt;Plus I only have prawns in my fridge.&lt;/strike&gt; Ehem. But whatever, it looks&amp;nbsp;gorgeous&amp;nbsp;and it is DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. "It's just freaking boiled prawn on rice! How wrong can you go?!" BUT YOU ARE WRONG! *defensive* Cause the rice needs special seasoning okay! Plus I didn't have any rice vinegar so I have to make my own. Not make my own rice vinegar lah, I not THAT pro. I mean make my own sushi rice seasoning. And it's so fun kneading the rice into bite size sushi rice ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TXXsYZl1UAI/AAAAAAAAATc/B8QEFaL1RDA/DSC02453.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it looks not bad for a first try! Ehem, OKAY LAH. Some of the prawn look abit erm, funny but can don't so picky anot! It all tastes the same once it's in your mouth. *shifty eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun though. Maybe I shall venture into more sushi making soon! Tempura, salmon, unagi here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6820466061818352279?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6820466061818352279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6820466061818352279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6820466061818352279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6820466061818352279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/sushi-desu.html' title='SUSHI DESU!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TXXsYjftx6I/AAAAAAAAATg/uNuYZpWCOvI/s72-c/DSC02455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-132817348860194120</id><published>2011-03-02T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:57:26.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>Caught!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TW34JAS2bNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/j-eHAm--wBU/photo%20%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dog reads my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO CUTE!!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-132817348860194120?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/132817348860194120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=132817348860194120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/132817348860194120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/132817348860194120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/03/caught.html' title='Caught!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TW34JAS2bNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/j-eHAm--wBU/s72-c/photo%20%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3049558405883456070</id><published>2011-02-26T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T02:14:04.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Midnight affair.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TWfwnerb90I/AAAAAAAAAS4/FRIGqzk_mxM/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sinfully irresistible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... except it gave me the runs the next morning. T_______T Stupid double Mcspicy. PFFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3049558405883456070?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3049558405883456070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3049558405883456070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3049558405883456070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3049558405883456070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/midnight-affair.html' title='Midnight affair.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TWfwnerb90I/AAAAAAAAAS4/FRIGqzk_mxM/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2310582768297260670</id><published>2011-02-21T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:56:17.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Favourites'/><title type='text'>Inking of a doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TWIMObGjbcI/AAAAAAAAASk/vgUUIIJZveY/111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After much&amp;nbsp;procrastination, I finally got this done. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2310582768297260670?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2310582768297260670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2310582768297260670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2310582768297260670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2310582768297260670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/inking-of-doodle.html' title='Inking of a doodle'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TWIMObGjbcI/AAAAAAAAASk/vgUUIIJZveY/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7668703120193398588</id><published>2011-02-15T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:32:26.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Random thought.</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's a totally random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why some girls wish their boyfriend is like Bruno Mars. I for one, don't. You see, if every guy is like Bruno Mars, the human race will prolly go extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tend to not survive after catching a&amp;nbsp;grenade. I'm just saying. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry I'm a day late but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES EVERYONE. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm, if you need help picking up chicks try this pick up line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, did you just farted? Cause you totally blew me away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA. okrandomkthxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7668703120193398588?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7668703120193398588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7668703120193398588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7668703120193398588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7668703120193398588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thought.html' title='Random thought.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4753411597517318742</id><published>2011-02-08T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:05:33.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>A movie treat</title><content type='html'>And so my part II never came. -________-" Sorry lah, Cheena new year. Can't be helped. (excuses) Ehem, anyway, did I mention that I caught a movie three days in a row? AND did I mention that I caught the same movie on day one and day three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er..Yeap. I did. Hehe. Plus they are both local movies; Homecoming and It's a great great world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TVDGedk4FgI/AAAAAAAAASU/LyVDEwR2EfQ/Untitled-3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with me going to the boyfriend's house for steamboat and by the way, the soup is omgoodnessgraciousmegivemeonemorebowlnow yummy! Being the soup junkie I am, I practically down the entire pot. Once the eating is done, it's mahjong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am on mahjonging terms with his family already. Are you impressed? HAHAHAHA ok cheap thrill. Anyway, I WON TWO BUCKS. In fact, the boyfriend is the only one who lost. HAHAHHA. Actually come to think of it, so far this year I have not lost any money in all the mahjong sessions. I'm so gonna have a good year. OH YEAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before we started mahjong, we couldn't decide if we should watch Homecoming or It's a great great world so we ended up booking tickets for both. One for the night and one for the next evening. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I feel mega proud that I could get along with his family and he could get along with mine. I actually like it a lot when the boyfriend hang out with my family and vice versa. Being quite a family person, things like this really does matters to me. And so that's why I kept asking the boyfriend if he likes that we all could get along just so he would tell me how I'm the only girlfriend that interacted with his family the most. HAHAHAHA CHEAP THRILL TO THE MAX. Plus they are so nice, did I mention the mum wanted Bens &amp;amp; Jerry and even paid for my ice cream. SO NICE RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, once I graduate and get my job I can treat them to yummy food too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I know that my parents have always liked comedies from Jack Neo so I decided to pull out some notes from my ang pao collection and treat them to a movie! Well actually, I&amp;nbsp;initially&amp;nbsp;wanted to treat them to Its a great great world as my grandfather used to work in the theater located in 大世界 and my dad have a lot of memories of that place so I thought it will be quite a treat to take him on a trip down memory lane. But in the end, they decided to go for something more light hearted and chose Homecoming instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of miss the times when I was working. I always look forward to the end of the month when I receive my salary not just because i means I will be richer but because that's when I will take them out for a dinner, etc. They never bear to spend on themselves so its really nice to bring them out and pamper them for a change. Sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4753411597517318742?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4753411597517318742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4753411597517318742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4753411597517318742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4753411597517318742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/movie-treat.html' title='A movie treat'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TVDGedk4FgI/AAAAAAAAASU/LyVDEwR2EfQ/s72-c/Untitled-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3755378282333382194</id><published>2011-02-01T11:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:19:49.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Of Taiwan and Hong Kong. I</title><content type='html'>So here's the long arse post about my trip to Taiwan and Hong Kong... last year. (Ehem) Better late than never right? T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a five days trip and I was&amp;nbsp;practically&amp;nbsp;dreaming and fantasizing about all the dumplings and whats not waiting for me in Taiwan and&amp;nbsp;conveniently&amp;nbsp;avoided thinking about what my weighting scale will say to me when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, anyway. First thing first, compulsory vainpot shots of yours truly. I'm loving this vintage effect by the way. Now I can camwhore with STYLE. MWAHHAHAHA-.. ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only three shots I took before I promptly went to sleep. For some reason, I always get super drowsy whenever I'm way wayyyyyyy up in the sky. I am highly confident I would be able to sleep through a 17 hour flight if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than, I got woken up for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MNeBxTOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Hwc-Qvt3Dyk/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BREAKFAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, didn't really like it very much. I don't eat&amp;nbsp;yogurt, the eggs is tasteless and the&amp;nbsp;hash brown&amp;nbsp;is soggy with oil. MEH.&amp;nbsp;But than again, I'm going to Taiwan. The land of good food so who cares about some on flight breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MOH9IE5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/nobmrKhoOHM/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah~ uh huh~ Oh yeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived and got our luggages sorted out, it's dinner time. Lucky for us, we're&amp;nbsp;conveniently&amp;nbsp;located within walking distance of Xi Men Ding which is one of the main tourist attraction aka shopping paradise aka if you didn't visit Xi Men Ding, you have not visited Taiwan. I made my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MPMn6gAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AfLG0nEQLyU/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MPynwKTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Qv1mhu2-xHo/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MQVkOFmI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/f1_aiN28uXI/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what's on our mind wasn't shopping.. yet. We are STARVING. And I am dying for my long awaited braised pork rice and dumplings! Oh my god, just thinking about it makes me hungry. I don't know what am I doing to do when I see the pictures later. Wait, let me get some snacks first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back. Blogging makes me fat. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MQh4bUXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wfJvPYG2DRs/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUb6km7hyII/AAAAAAAAARc/nD0Ln1wfi28/Untitled-3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally settled on this street store which is pretty crowded with like tons of side dishes for us to choose from. And true to our family's tradition, my mum ordered enough food to feed an entire army. In fact, make it an entire starving army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MQ53a72I/AAAAAAAAARA/LIukm9MedUY/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(munch on snacks. nom nom nom nom nom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks at photo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... (munch on snacks. nom nom nom nom nom nom nom burp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, to be fair, I wasn't complaining. The food is mad cheap and mad delicious. The cousin and I had long came to an agreement that we'll eat first, face reality later. In fact, we've kept to our principle so well that after dinner, we freaking went the extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUb7-lppuEI/AAAAAAAAARg/OC8wYWWUeCo/9.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought desserts and dumplings. T____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my&amp;nbsp;defense, the dumplings are sold at 10 for 50 Taiwan dollars which is roughly 2 bucks over here. It's not in my&amp;nbsp;Singaporean&amp;nbsp;blood to give up on such a good offer. Its in my calling to buy it and erm.. eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shifty eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seller even gave me a free egg! (defensive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MRtW1Q7I/AAAAAAAAARI/r5Tc_A-EYyI/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(abrupt&amp;nbsp;change of subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our extremely&amp;nbsp;fulfilling&amp;nbsp;dinner, its time for entertainment. Shopping is expected but feeling adventurous, we decided to try out this 4D thingy we spotted along the way. Thinking back, we prolly shouldn't have tried especially right after we've practically cleared a week's worth of food. -___-" Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUb9fcDE3KI/AAAAAAAAARk/vW6qVVSUiMA/11.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again, it's only 100 Taiwan dollars. In other words, 4 bucks. Why not? Oh and that's us rocking the 4D&amp;nbsp;spectacles we're supposed to wear before heading in the room. Made me feel like man in black really to kick some arse! Ok basically, there's a few 'story' for you to choose from. We chose the one with snakes and jungles. You are then brought into a room with a screen where you'll watch the 'show' with 3D glasses and the seat will rock back and forth along with the 'show'. You scream like you'll die and than before you know it, the show is over and the staffs says bye bye to you. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, and as though we haven eaten enough, we decided to snack. Again. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUd6hpsjzqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4pqMhgmkyBU/Untitled-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our defense, there's something very interesting about this store. Notice it yet? No? It's okay, I'm give you a bigger hint. Erm, if you're viewing this in the office or there's kids nearby, you might want to.. you know, cover their eyes or something. Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because well you see, this store sells custard filled tarts. This isn't that uncommon in Taiwan but the thing is, they sell tarts shaped like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUds30HFMiI/AAAAAAAAARs/wM7gOQIiQrE/image-pre.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah. Now won't the image of the girls munching on these bad boys be sizzling hot. (Or morbid if you think about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks at photo) (chant: I will resist cracking colour related&amp;nbsp;stereotype&amp;nbsp;joke. I will resist&amp;nbsp;cracking colour related&amp;nbsp;stereotype&amp;nbsp;joke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUdxm182b8I/AAAAAAAAARw/-P34gpL9TEA/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that thing, it's as big as my watermark. wtf. I highly suspect boyfriends will forbid their girlfriends to go near this store. After all, I can imagine how&amp;nbsp;devastating it much be on the ego and self confidence. Come on, who on earth have a erm, junk the size of a pepsi can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, now everytime you drink a pepsi you'll think of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we bought some to munch on. After all, we came all the way to Taiwan didn't we? For sure we have to be adventurous and try out their goodies! With that&amp;nbsp;healthy&amp;nbsp;mindset, I personally marched bravely to the seller and ordered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUdxnOsQkWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HAEyKQ3HyeM/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. their normally looking egg shaped tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. I don't want to look like I'm giving a blowjob all the way in Taiwan lah! People innocent and shy one okay! PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, if you're underage.. blow jobs means, erm, the tart might be too hot and I need to blow it to cool it do-.. oh nevermind. Just.. erm, forget what you read just now. T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, we went into this sweets and chocolate shop and to our surprise, they sell the most unique looking chocolates! Here, I'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TUd3XcSgIBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MeUmPOyMV5I/Untitled-11.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have oilment looking chocolates, mahjong looking chocolates, boobies looking chocolates, junk looking chocolates,&amp;nbsp;sanitary pad looking&amp;nbsp;marshmallow and my favorite of all,&amp;nbsp;condom&amp;nbsp;looking chocolates!&amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHA. Super cute or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally stood there giggling like a 5 year old for a good ten minutes each time I pick up a new chocolate. -__- But I have to say, I really like the sanitary pad and condom looking ones. THEY LOOK SO REAL. I bought both and left the condom chocolate on the hotel desk when my parents came in to check on us and I could have swore their eyes literally popped out of their socket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a good 15 minutes convincing them its fake and I'm not able to get myself laid in Taiwan while my cousin laughed her head off. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for now. I'll continue on part two tomorrow! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3755378282333382194?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3755378282333382194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3755378282333382194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3755378282333382194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3755378282333382194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/02/of-taiwan-and-hong-kong-i.html' title='Of Taiwan and Hong Kong. I'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT6MNeBxTOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Hwc-Qvt3Dyk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3157612521362537963</id><published>2011-01-26T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:58:02.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Olympus Pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT-pje6YF7I/AAAAAAAAARY/VBvSjbDiBgE/Untitled-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T______________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3157612521362537963?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3157612521362537963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3157612521362537963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3157612521362537963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3157612521362537963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/olympus-pen.html' title='Olympus Pen'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TT-pje6YF7I/AAAAAAAAARY/VBvSjbDiBgE/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6864675570739901156</id><published>2011-01-23T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:13:44.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Took a break</title><content type='html'>Hello Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert cricket sound effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah. I know I know. I have not been blogging for almost 2 weeks! Trust me, for some odd reason, I am haunted with guilt everyday. God knows why though, its not like people are &lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt; to read my entries anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so I've just returned from a short cruise getaway and oh my god, all I did all day was eat. No seriously! I swore they fed us at least 10 meals a day. And get this, all 10 meals are BUFFETS. Let's just say till date, I still do not have the courage to stand on my weighting scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started and boo hoo, I have classes starting at 8.30 in the morning as well as classes&amp;nbsp;ending&amp;nbsp;at 10 at night. I know, sucks to be me. And did I mention how freaking far school is? It's far like it could take 2 hours to get to school if there's a jam and an average of at least 1 hour per trip if heaven is smiling down on me. Sigh, double sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming. My fringe is growing way too long. I am getting fat before cheena new year even starts. I'm so screwed. I have a million things I want to buy and I'm prolly a million bucks too poor to buy them. Triple sucks. T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I still have not gotten off my lazy ass to edit the insane amount of photos in my computer. SIGHS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6864675570739901156?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6864675570739901156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6864675570739901156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6864675570739901156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6864675570739901156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/took-break.html' title='Took a break'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2783926296607410345</id><published>2011-01-12T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:04:59.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ish Crap'/><title type='text'>A little thunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="zFyDBdKf" title="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"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('zFyDBdKf')"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;SHOW ENCRYPTED TEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like crap and need an outlet to let it out cause right now, I don't know who to talk to anymore. Sorry, its password protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/update: wow, blogging does help. Feeling much better now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2783926296607410345?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2783926296607410345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2783926296607410345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2783926296607410345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2783926296607410345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-thunder.html' title='A little thunder.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3059250952857888586</id><published>2011-01-10T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T02:19:15.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><title type='text'>instagram</title><content type='html'>Recently, I'm really hooked to the iphone app instagram. Its basically a photo community and I think the only its only for iphone users since you can only view or upload the photos using the app. They have a range of filters for users to choose from so you can transform your photos with toy camera effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it super addictive! Especially since I'm getting &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy with stuff so the on the way easy one step photo upload thingy really appealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TSn64iS64CI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q7r9lI69MxQ/s512/Untitled-13.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, any of you uses instagram too? My nick at instagram is Aintnochick. What's yours? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note to self: Do up the advertorial before krystal kills me and do up the taiwan/hk post. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3059250952857888586?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3059250952857888586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3059250952857888586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3059250952857888586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3059250952857888586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/instagram.html' title='instagram'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TSn64iS64CI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Q7r9lI69MxQ/s72-c/Untitled-13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7367612756562048853</id><published>2011-01-06T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:34:12.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Take a picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TSWaXP218II/AAAAAAAAAOo/XGkSXZqc7Ng/s512/d.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Look at the camera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Butter:&lt;/b&gt; But.. ..I'm camera shhhhhyyyy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Oh well, I took it anyway. :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Butter:&lt;/b&gt; ... T____T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7367612756562048853?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7367612756562048853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7367612756562048853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7367612756562048853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7367612756562048853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-picture.html' title='Take a picture.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TSWaXP218II/AAAAAAAAAOo/XGkSXZqc7Ng/s72-c/d.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2863686846287039600</id><published>2011-01-04T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T17:20:32.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Erm, hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(insert cam whore shot in case whoever is reading this forgets how I look like.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TSLi9FgzbgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eHctzHnZT0Y/IMG_0167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me and my cousin by the way. This shot was taken in our hotel room when we were in Taiwan. Vainpot ftw! Ehem. Anyway, I have so much to blog about! BUT... I can't help but recoil in horror whenever I pluck up enough courage to look at the&amp;nbsp;obscene amount of photos I took during the trip.&amp;nbsp;T_____T fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's almost a 1000 photos. ... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention that my door knob officially went on strike and I was locked in my room one morning with a bursting bladder? Well, yeah. It's good to know that my calmness and problem solving skills did not abandon me at such desperate times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking dismantled the entire doorknob and now my door have a hole in it. ...Don't judge me. Let's just say I really &lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt; need to go. What else, oh and I received a lot of goodies in my mail recently so advertorial coming up. Short one though, I'm starting to get busy with school starting so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I really should start editing the photos. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S oh yeah. Happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2863686846287039600?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2863686846287039600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2863686846287039600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2863686846287039600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2863686846287039600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2011/01/erm-hello.html' title='Erm, hello.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TSLi9FgzbgI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eHctzHnZT0Y/s72-c/IMG_0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7976094835538195952</id><published>2010-12-31T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:02:19.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><title type='text'>Doodle me silly.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;funeral&amp;nbsp;is over and dealt with and I guess everything is going back to the way it used to be, well... more or less. Here's a doodle I did during the funeral when I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TRzHq3HVYoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cxTq9NIqsac/photo%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TRzHrFrnrpI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LVkcgOqgmtY/photo%203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TRzHrH_m5hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vLd3RIJ6HpM/photo%204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TRzHrHjmLCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/FdNLFjrpkk0/photo%205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only when I pick up the pencil when time flew and nothing seems to matter, where everything is blissful in my own world of endless imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7976094835538195952?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7976094835538195952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7976094835538195952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7976094835538195952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7976094835538195952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/doodle-me-silly.html' title='Doodle me silly.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TRzHq3HVYoI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cxTq9NIqsac/s72-c/photo%201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-224984886043269096</id><published>2010-12-26T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T10:08:43.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Bye ah ma.</title><content type='html'>My grandma left us and went to heaven this&amp;nbsp;Christmas. This few days have been really just a blur with the funeral and all. Yeah, blog soon. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.. Merry&amp;nbsp;Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-224984886043269096?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/224984886043269096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=224984886043269096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/224984886043269096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/224984886043269096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-ah-ma.html' title='Bye ah ma.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5759477035519656457</id><published>2010-12-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:31:24.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>F my luggage L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TRInfkatGTI/AAAAAAAAANw/AlGSsWvPDvg/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dog downright refused to accept the fact that &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; is my luggage, &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; his new bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-___________-" FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5759477035519656457?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5759477035519656457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5759477035519656457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5759477035519656457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5759477035519656457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/f-my-luggage-l.html' title='F my luggage L.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TRInfkatGTI/AAAAAAAAANw/AlGSsWvPDvg/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8695981214995164912</id><published>2010-12-22T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:08:05.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>A month long and many more to come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGo6RPx7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/erYYM1TtWs4/DSC07688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you like the chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8695981214995164912?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8695981214995164912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8695981214995164912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8695981214995164912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8695981214995164912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/month-long-and-many-more-to-come.html' title='A month long and many more to come.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGo6RPx7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/erYYM1TtWs4/s72-c/DSC07688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8673790907902961881</id><published>2010-12-19T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:37:57.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's home sweet home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe if you didn't know, I've been away for a week cause I went to Taiwan and Hong Kong! Kay tired, update soon. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8673790907902961881?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8673790907902961881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8673790907902961881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8673790907902961881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8673790907902961881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5643418340247387167</id><published>2010-12-12T04:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T04:45:39.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Favourites'/><title type='text'>Of CSI, Crime scene and dinosaurs. PART I</title><content type='html'>So the awesomesauce boyfriend prepared an awesomesauce day for &lt;strike&gt;me&lt;/strike&gt; us and I was uber EGGCITED! We had plans to visit the Science Center sometime ago but erm.. I can't wake up. Ehem. WHAT. We had to meet at 10am at jurong east okay! You know how freaking far is that?! And how inhumanly early I have to get my arse out of bed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___________T OKAY LAH. Fine, I was lazy. Tsk. But this time I DID dragged myself out of bed okay! Even though I was so excited, I didn't sleep the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any oh how, delicious breakfast to start off the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGb9G0LqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hUIxOgQP6Sg/DSC07512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that shot looks.. mouth watering. I'm seriously considering being a photographer. I have mad photography skills. Erm, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT INTO THE SCIENCE CENTER! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGcf5HwEI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7cZRQNlMw_c/DSC07528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, this photo look very blurry and erm.. not very nice. T_T It's not my skills, it's the camera. I insist. Oh did I mention we got tickets that allowed us entry into the science center as well as the CSI exhibition? Well, if you're also planning to go, remember to grab someone who is a starhub user to go along with you. All you have to do is show them your phone and you get discounts on your ticket! AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come come, I show you my club scene chops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGdhBW2XI/AAAAAAAAAKs/At9jm6UYtgQ/DSC07543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooooo. Okay, easily amused. So although we kept saying we should visit the CSI exhibition first, I kept getting distracted. Yeah, easily amused AND distracted. fml. For example, this half porcupine half girl creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGdZzr5ZI/AAAAAAAAAKo/lgw8CmhW4Ug/DSC07535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I mean this little girl. Alright Alright, I'm not a fan of tiny humans. HAPPY? But it IS distracting what. MOVING ON. OH OH, this smokey tornado thing is super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGdLjRJAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NZTdY_bG3mY/DSC07532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps spinning and spinning like a tornado! And when you try to touch it or lightly blows at it, it changes it's shape! I know you all got bad imagination so I show you. It's like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGch8qV-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/DDNZXYf2FMg/DSC07530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool right?! And when you put your palm directly through it, it looks like there's a tornado coming out of your palm! I literally stood there for a good 10 minutes pretending that I have superpower and could summon a twister at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... until a tiny human nudged me aside and I recoiled in disgust. (JUST KIDDING LAH. I simple love their cute little faces. *cringe*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we finally got into the CSI exhibition, my battery life (aka energy bar) is half gone. However, I was surprisingly good at looking at the crime scene and analyzing the clues! HA! The boyfriend was mad impressed by me. I'll be all serious and you could literally hear the mechanics of my brain working while I crack the case. CHEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not allowed to take pictures though but the boyfriend did anyway. -________-" Being the rules abiding goody shoes I am, I shall not post them here. (+ a million good karma points)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we can't just leave without camwhore shots can we? (Warning: you may want to simply skip over the next few shots.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGd4B75SI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7AC2Yr2ZGuM/DSC07549.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGe-u1J_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/cFQlCXN4Ipc/DSC07558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: Erm.. Seriously. SKIP OVER THE NEXT FEW SHOTS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm serious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You might puke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.. GEESH, you just won't listen won't you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fine. Suit yourself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGehZOpKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pjk5SbKn84w/DSC07551.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGeby7HaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jRPOsTzuJeE/DSC07550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. erm... (Dig a hole and die of shyness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reluctantly climb out of hole and insert abrupt change of topic) Erm.. I saw cute chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGgD7HC1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/xCZ5kf7dcMk/DSC07574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGf_TXgbI/AAAAAAAAALM/7dYqI_SvOY0/DSC07573.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE RIGHT?! They are so much cuter than tiny huma-.. I mean erm.. oh just look at how fluffy they are! We even manage to spot a few eggs that is about to hatch! But they were taking too long so we got bored and went on exploring instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I spotted this interesting looking turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGgu8uqdI/AAAAAAAAALU/ddmh2n-2pu0/DSC07575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGgxKMc-I/AAAAAAAAALY/hx12AM7Sic8/DSC07576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This curious little thing was just swimming around minding its own business but the moment I hand up the camera, it instinctively stared straight into the camera! A vain pot cam-whoring turtle? NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh check out this random shot I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGfSf4_4I/AAAAAAAAALE/9sdTgBhDxxQ/DSC07571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inception. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Can't resist it. It's really just a long tube whereby you're supposed to yell into it and you'll hear your own echo. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go on and read &lt;a href="http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-csi-crime-scene-and-dinosaurs_12.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;PART TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of my AWESOME DAY! (: ITS DINO TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5643418340247387167?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5643418340247387167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5643418340247387167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5643418340247387167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5643418340247387167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-csi-crime-scene-and-dinosaurs-part-i.html' title='Of CSI, Crime scene and dinosaurs. PART I'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGb9G0LqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hUIxOgQP6Sg/s72-c/DSC07512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1395302040751717224</id><published>2010-12-12T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T04:46:15.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Favourites'/><title type='text'>Of CSI, Crime scene and dinosaurs. PART II</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-csi-crime-scene-and-dinosaurs-part-i.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;PART ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of my AWESOME DAY if you haven already done so! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were running late so we hurried down to collect our tickets for WALKING WITH DINOSAURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGhnCEHOI/AAAAAAAAALg/BSHrxyABn1Q/DSC07583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally a mountain turtle. I was going "Wah..", "WAHHHH." and "OMG WAHHHHH!" all the way even before the show starts. -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the stage look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGhfeMjxI/AAAAAAAAALc/Xic829aIv_I/DSC07577.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erm.. this is how the crowd looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGkwlWP_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1FaY1cVzU6I/DSC07633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can don't "WAHHHH!" meh? CANNOT WHAT. And than.. the show begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAHHHHHHH..." Ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the show to being, we tried to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGiPDRz1I/AAAAAAAAALo/aeF1cjUJkCE/DSC07591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGh6BYgpI/AAAAAAAAALk/wbVDAYKmsS0/DSC07586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... ... we failed. -______________-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGiXDxB7I/AAAAAAAAALs/dEHaAtIpBSs/DSC07603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this dude came out and started talking about the dinosaurs and boy does he have one hell of a voice! I won't be surprised if he's one of the prince from disney can! He got such a prine charming voice!! I can listen to him go on and on for hours. And as he yak along.. one by one the dinosaurs came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGjQCdkKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XMOm6VVUE6M/DSC07618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGjInrq_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZSulfki4Hpg/DSC07614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... and they started to play catching. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than more dinosaurs join in the catching. double wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGnahMzhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1Y_pXMdq0ds/DSC07669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGnsWtgZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SeuE5nStkG0/DSC07675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGnJgEy6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/RfiUIvy4564/DSC07665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGkgqgaTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Z_RyKq_1vHA/DSC07632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Just kidding. The show was mad awesome! The dinosaurs looks so freaking lifelike and they actually looked.. for a lack of a better word, ALIVE. The tilt of their head, the blinking of their eyes, the swing of their tails, everything! It's like they have a soul in there and not a bunch of machines! And I simply ADORE how the landscapes changes right before your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were flowers blooming, trees sprouting leaves and all. Oh and in the beginning, a baby dinosaur actually hatched from an egg! WTF. And that's not all. There was a meat eating dinosaur that came and grabbed a baby in his mouth and ran! YOU CAN ACTUALLY SEE IT BITING ONTO A BABY DINO BEFORE FLEEING! WTFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was also a part where a Diplodocus (Don't know what is it right? I didn't know too, I googled it. It's the long neck dinosaur lah.) came out AND IT FREAKING BEND DOWN TOWARDS THE AUDIENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGj0mwaMI/AAAAAAAAAME/MABymUzOxKQ/DSC07628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I know you have bad imagination so here's what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGjqZLQsI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FAPBn9eS0Uo/DSC07626.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT? (Although in the later part, the audience in the front seat almost have a heart attack while peeing in their pants because a T Rex did the same thing. Except with much more teeth. ..RAZOR SHARP TEETH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I laughed my arse off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than a baby T rex came out to play catching again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGkTNKMLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/z8J6ZAOdaIA/DSC07630.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. I guess in ancient times, dinosaurs don't really have much stuff to do so they play catching to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGivm9XAI/AAAAAAAAALw/F2zhU9jFsAs/DSC07611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is prolly one of the sharpest shot I took. Cause no matter how I tried, it's either the tails are blurry like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGmO7FdaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0v0TN75HIRQ/DSC07642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the head is blurry like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGl2Jtm4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Esvx3V03pK4/DSC07641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the whole freaking dinosaur is blurry like this. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGmp_OTZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TGhULszOI3k/DSC07643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my life to the max. Ok abrupt end of my dinosaur post with a mysterious arse shot of the mother T rex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGoKqY2dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iALWhDHJFTE/DSC07680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh sexy. (I think that was seconds before it proceed to scare the living daylight out of the audience. HAHAHHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we head home, we took a walk on a really romantic looking bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGoTQGSuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/F3n4axfXZAw/DSC07682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I. AM. AN. AWESOME. PHOTOGRAPHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I realized the lights were uber AWESOME for camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGpIyrkII/AAAAAAAAANA/xEhIgSAFCKA/DSC07689.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGpYz-u2I/AAAAAAAAANE/0zn15fsuD4A/DSC07692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGo6RPx7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/erYYM1TtWs4/DSC07688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLD YOU IT WAS AWESOME. And it makes me looks pretty. HAHAHAHAH SELF PRAISE TO THE MAX. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGorV2DaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zM5P0soPif4/DSC07683.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an awesomesauce day. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1395302040751717224?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1395302040751717224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1395302040751717224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1395302040751717224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1395302040751717224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/of-csi-crime-scene-and-dinosaurs_12.html' title='Of CSI, Crime scene and dinosaurs. PART II'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQPGhnCEHOI/AAAAAAAAALg/BSHrxyABn1Q/s72-c/DSC07583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5626945623247965937</id><published>2010-12-10T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:13:34.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><title type='text'>LAZY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQJDW4zFUSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4ZC9cw8svCM/Untitled-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super motivated (and guilty) to blog this afternoon. But after editing the&amp;nbsp;obscene&amp;nbsp;amount of photos, I got lazy. T________T I erm.. will blog tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5626945623247965937?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5626945623247965937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5626945623247965937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5626945623247965937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5626945623247965937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/lazy.html' title='LAZY!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TQJDW4zFUSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4ZC9cw8svCM/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3826016293626319921</id><published>2010-12-07T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:33:09.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>I'm a certified CSI Investigator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TP3iO3DTi3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0FFj3vDv0qg/diploma-33783%20%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. BOOYAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubbing it in* You may&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;be jealous now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA. The awesomesauce boyfriend brought me to the Science Center and we went for the CSI Exibition!!! He was mad impressed by my CSI skills by the way. Oh and did I mention that we went for Walking with Dinosaurs in the evening? YES. I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best boyfriend in the world. AHHH!!!! Will update soon with truckloads of photos once I get them from him. WHOOOHOOOOOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3826016293626319921?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3826016293626319921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3826016293626319921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3826016293626319921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3826016293626319921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-certified-csi-investigator.html' title='I&apos;m a certified CSI Investigator'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TP3iO3DTi3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/0FFj3vDv0qg/s72-c/diploma-33783%20%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-744174726482900802</id><published>2010-12-02T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:30:43.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I PASSED ALL MY MODULES FOR THIS SEMESTER!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing I did when I woke up today was gingerly grabbed my phone and checked my results. I screamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"OH MY GOD.. OH MY GOD.. YES!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet my neighbors thought they have just overheard me having an epic orgasm. Ehem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-744174726482900802?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/744174726482900802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=744174726482900802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/744174726482900802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/744174726482900802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1775284133931366186</id><published>2010-11-26T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:38:24.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>So many things I want to do.</title><content type='html'>On a totally random note, I'm in a totally random mood. Ok lah, actually I'm bored cause I just&amp;nbsp;reformatted&amp;nbsp;my desktop and god knows how many zillion things I have to reinstall and download (which takes ages by the way). I really hate viruses (mental note to self: stop surfing porn). No lah, I don't surf porn. I only watches&amp;nbsp;Barney&amp;nbsp;and kids central. Ehem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________T no really. I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. stop judging me. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;there's a lot of things I want to do which I hadn't got around to doing! This is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1) Visit Universal Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TO68tustJxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CSKJGp9tY6s/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ticket price scared me off. T___T SIGHS. But I really do want to go. How unfair that the cousin got to go for free cause her friend had an event there and he invited her along! I ALSO WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2) Visit Science Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TO693SpLsdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/coJtFIfcVlQ/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I simply think it's a cool place. HAHAHA though I always dreaded the journey there when I was in secondary school cause the school bus takes years to reach the science center but of course it's PLAY TIME WHEN WE DO! OH OH! I want to watch a movie at the omni theatre with their huge HUGE arse screen where you literally get dizzy when the camera turns cause its just THAT HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I don't make sense. Pardon me, it's almost 4am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3) Visit the Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TO6_ZoHk1tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V0ab66rZc0o/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I've been there was 2 years ago? Wait, when I say been there, I really meant to the KFC located at the entrance of the zoo. No, I didn't get to see any animals unless you count the statues there or the fried chicken I was munching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the last time I actually &lt;i&gt;entered&lt;/i&gt; the zoo, prolly when I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4) Visit the Night Safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TO7BA-iDuwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Csljb9IzGtQ/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been there once. I didn't see a thing. I WANT TO GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Erm.. go Sentosa &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TO7CUEmQkyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MMcKz_vzNpo/Untitled-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to sun tan, oh no the horror. Me and sun tanning do NOT go well together. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of underwater world, sentosa 4D magic, &amp;nbsp;the merlion, animal and birds encounter,&amp;nbsp;insect kingdom (ok sounds a little creepy but i'm going to think butterflies and erm.. erm.. shit I cant think of anything that is remotely less creepy), the water and light fountain thingy show and so on. The last time I tried something like this was with my secondary school classmates and erm.. let's just say its not that pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6) watch a musical / theatrial production like walking with dinosaurs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TO7GYyZ7agI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TxYt62xqeLg/Untitled-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never tried it before though I've always wondered how its like. And come on, look at that picture. HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT?! There's so many shows I was interested in like BREAKOUT featuring Bboy dance and&amp;nbsp;choreography, the attack of the dim sum dollies or perhaps shows with&amp;nbsp;Hossan Leong. ): I want to watch leh. But I see the ticket prices... SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7) watch a stand up comedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it cool. Hahahahaha! Perhaps a session listening to kumar and having a laugh? That sounds like fun. Except.. I don't know where he performs. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I now understand why I didn't get around to it. I'm just too poor and stingy. PFFFT. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1775284133931366186?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1775284133931366186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1775284133931366186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1775284133931366186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1775284133931366186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-many-things-i-want-to-do.html' title='So many things I want to do.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TO68tustJxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CSKJGp9tY6s/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4928218504407049114</id><published>2010-11-23T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:34:15.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>doomsday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TOt8QR8cyJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/u2LSiT16FFU/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My exam results is coming out next&amp;nbsp;Thursday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4928218504407049114?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4928218504407049114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4928218504407049114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4928218504407049114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4928218504407049114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/doomsday.html' title='doomsday.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TOt8QR8cyJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/u2LSiT16FFU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4860127417869772371</id><published>2010-11-23T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T03:46:53.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ish Crap'/><title type='text'>Meh. Ignore my whines. Happy post soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm feeling a little bothered, insecure. I'm not gonna lie, I don't like this feeling. At all. I can't help thinking about what you said. It stung rather badly knowing it was a test. To prove what I wonder. What's the point of it? Did it really meant nothing?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wonder why you would tell me so easily. Cause now whenever you say something nice, I can't help wondering if it's really what you feel or it's just because you're baiting me. That's why sometimes my response was silence. Is that nice sensitive company a lie? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes I feel like such a fool.I didn't want to doubt and question but there are times when I felt like you want me to. Why do you say things knowing I'll get hurt? If you truly did care for someone, wont you NOT want to hurt her? Why is it you can't even give me a simple promise not to bolt? It's almost like you making a wedding vow and saying I can't promise I won't cheat but I'll try. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I said I can go through anything as long as there security. But there's really none. Everytime I got something tiny that I could feel better with, you took it away. Why is it that you don't mention about your past with your ex and isn't pessimistic but you can't be that way with me? Why do you love them so much and be there for them but it feels like you'll go anytime? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So many questions in my head. I wish you won't mention about your ex cause I'm already insecure. I wish you'll promise to stay and commit. Try isn't good enough. I wish you won't hurt me with words. That's cruel. I wish you meant everything you said when you say something nice. I wish you're afraid of losing me. I wish to be your last relationship. I wish that I won't be disappointed. I wish that you won't give up so easily. I wish you have more faith in us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;.. I wish you'll love me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Haha to the rest of you, don't ask me what happen. Just something random. My mind isn't cooperating and refuse to stop thinking abt weird stuff. Need somewhere to vent, afterall I have feelings too. I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I am. Screw mood swings. This year really isn't a good year for me. Oh well.&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. 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Ignore my whines. Happy post soon.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8926535228900119577</id><published>2010-11-19T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:18:53.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>Lazy friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TOY93p39-mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nKOGXJKZOME/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleepy in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;and I miss my thai friend already. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8926535228900119577?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8926535228900119577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8926535228900119577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8926535228900119577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8926535228900119577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/lazy-friday.html' title='Lazy friday.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TOY93p39-mI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nKOGXJKZOME/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3185356857192898056</id><published>2010-11-18T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:25:25.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>knowing myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TOQds1-PkbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8nuK5I_KRs8/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I think I'm actually quite contented with how things are in my life. Though there are times I feel that I'm emotionally swayed towards certain people, but somehow I feel that I'm starting to get my independence back and simply being okay. Say YAY! to the good old carefree ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm going to be happy, speak my mind and&amp;nbsp;basically be true to myself.&amp;nbsp;I'm not hurting anymore, its just simply comfortable with myself. Accepting. I'm come to&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;that if anyone wants you to be part of their life, than they should try harder. If they don't, than I guess they are just not meant to be.&amp;nbsp;After all, I'm someone worth fighting for.&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast these few days. Wanted to get my phone exchanged on Tuesday but was told to come back on Thursday instead as all the phones were out of stock and ended up spending the day roaming around far east with an ex. It didn't feel weird though, instead it honestly kind of feels like good old friends catching up somehow which is actually pretty pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were drowsy like hell and it didn't help that it rained non stop yet somehow we ended up having dinner with my parents before they send him back. I know. A little weird but its really because we used to be together for quite some time and they kind of treat him like a son. Actually, yeah my parents are usually just very nice to my boyfriends (ex or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours flew by and I had to get my arse out of the house early in the morning (and by early i meant 11.30am) to meet up with a bunch of awesome people for a session of mahjong. Was rather nervous at first but soon realize its all for nothing. Everyone was friendly and we were crapping and laughing in non time. Pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T____T And tomorrow I have to get my arse to town to exchange my phone. IM SO TIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the heck do people go out everyday?! God, its so exhausting! I. am. starting. to. want. to. go. back. to. being. a. loner. wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3185356857192898056?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3185356857192898056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3185356857192898056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3185356857192898056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3185356857192898056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/knowing-myself.html' title='knowing myself.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TOQds1-PkbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/8nuK5I_KRs8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7516005741640682289</id><published>2010-11-14T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:08:20.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ish Crap'/><title type='text'>Food for thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TN_WLK9xFfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jv8YC6BOOeM/DSC02022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what got into me, could be the holiday, or maybe just loneliness that I've decided to try meeting new people and of course, catch up with those already in my life. I'm more of stay at home kind of person and I recharge by having my alone time. Going out sometimes seems like a hassle to me and not to forget, tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that why I'm abit of a erm.. loner. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so that my mum actually got worried. She seriously think I have no friends. fml. So anyway, yeah having so much activities in a week is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;new to me and the old me would have refused the invitations in horror but I'm going to give it a try. You know, come out of my shell a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh, I sound like I live in a cave. On a totally random note, I find myself silly happy this few days. Motivated and just generally in a good mood. I tried playing my guitar and my fingers hurts like a bitch right now by the way. Oh and I refuse to cut my nails because I simply adore my nails so you can imagine the erm.. noise (yeah I wont even call it music -_-) I made&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I'm with the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood always goes downhill whenever I listen to "White Lies" written by Jennifer Chung. Somehow, the lyrics struck home and it fits what I was feeling about someone in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #212020;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;And all the plans that we had made&lt;br /&gt;Wanted so bad to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But I knew what I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down the phone and let it go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I knew that my voice would reveal my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I tossed &amp;amp; turned 'till I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would meet me in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bruised my heart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's broken it's just done&lt;br /&gt;of having careless complications,&lt;br /&gt;teaching itself to become numb&lt;br /&gt;It's afraid to feel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what it once thought was real&lt;br /&gt;Was a false note prettied with designs.&lt;br /&gt;They were all just white lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What came so fast left as easily&lt;br /&gt;Though we tried to work things carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Intentions were good we had our fun&lt;br /&gt;but for the best said that we were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one even knew what we were up to&lt;br /&gt;But how could they understand what was me and you?&lt;br /&gt;When I don't even know for sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;This song is my cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bruised my heart&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's broken it's just done&lt;br /&gt;of having careless complications,&lt;br /&gt;teaching itself to become numb&lt;br /&gt;It's afraid to feel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what it once thought was real&lt;br /&gt;Was a false note prettied with designs.&lt;br /&gt;They were all just white lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never yours,&lt;br /&gt;You were never mine.&lt;br /&gt;When we met it wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;The stars never aligned.&lt;br /&gt;It was time for you to go.&lt;br /&gt;It was the middle of May&lt;br /&gt;We both knew it was coming,&lt;br /&gt;You were never meant to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that what we had was special and it was a pity to let it go. How sad and true that what came so fast left as easily. Than again, things happen. I'll live. I'll be fine. Everything's.. okay. My heart needs just a little more time for the bruises to fade away. That's all. (: Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7516005741640682289?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7516005741640682289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7516005741640682289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7516005741640682289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7516005741640682289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TN_WLK9xFfI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Jv8YC6BOOeM/s72-c/DSC02022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4332948873260200056</id><published>2010-11-12T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:23:20.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>SWEET NAILS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TNyWzag6RmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5O2tLd7Z0U4/DSC02018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can have awesome nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO PRETTY RIGHT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I can't stop staring at them. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4332948873260200056?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4332948873260200056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4332948873260200056' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4332948873260200056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4332948873260200056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-nails.html' title='SWEET NAILS.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TNyWzag6RmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5O2tLd7Z0U4/s72-c/DSC02018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6088854750262160246</id><published>2010-11-09T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:56:03.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo-ish Crap'/><title type='text'>I was a fool.</title><content type='html'>You simply didn't love me enough to work things through. Have a good life then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;You see, feelings of the heart is a strange thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two different people, yet perhaps fate got bored and decided to play a fool on me so it brought you into my life. I hadn't been blogging though my exams are over because to be honest, I was confused. I don't&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;know how to put how I felt into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met and there were rainbow and butterflies though we both had our reserves. I was&amp;nbsp;intrigued and curious by your mysteriousness and for the first time in many years, I felt that quicken pace of my heartbeat, that breathlessness, that shyness. At first, we both had our doubts about each other. We played the suspecting game. I'm always asking myself, "Are you a player?" while you did the same. Yet it seems that no matter how I guarded my heart against you, I felt myself falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to, but I guess as cliche as it might be. You did stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One faithful night, it could be the dim lights or the&amp;nbsp;sleepiness&amp;nbsp;in my eyes, I decided to let go of my reserve and told you secrets I've held so close to me. You did the same and I felt like we've taken a step towards &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. A future perhaps? Oh, how laughable it sounds now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I let myself trust you. Wholeheartedly. Though for some reason, there was a tiny nagging voice, hidden in the back of my mind telling me something just didn't feel right. My friends call it insecurity. I told it to shut up. You see, from experience,&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i truly open up my heart, something always happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true enough, something did happen. That day I spent it at your house, I thought things were going fine. You did somethings which I didn't approve of but it was still fine. I was happy cause I was with you. I really did thought, we had a shot at something. Yet like a cruel joke, on your way home when I told you about what you did that scared me, you decided to bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we should keep a distance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the day you asked about being together. I tried not to panic and asked you to explain. I thought perhaps it was just a wrong choice of words. Perhaps you didn't mean to and everything is going to be okay again. Except you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it felt like you were avoiding the question. Yes, I was upset but it felt like you didn't care. As the minutes goes on, my heart begin to hurt. A dull numbing throb at first and than a full blown burn in the end. I went to the forum and you were there, talking. I really had to laugh at myself. What a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my&amp;nbsp;humiliation&amp;nbsp;didn't end. I thought&amp;nbsp;naively maybe I was over reacting and dropped you a sweet message asking if you would like to chat. It felt like I was practically begging you for attention. How pathetic. Half an hour went by and then an hour.&amp;nbsp;I cried myself to bed that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day felt like it'll never end. Friends came over and tried to cheer me up but they all could tell I was really upset. Halfway through I had to bolt to the bathroom because I just can't hold it back. I made an excuse that I need to bathe and cried like hell in the shower. There wasn't nothing from you that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about it now, I wonder. Was it all a lie right from the start? Your speech of seriousness, your doubts, your everything. Is it all a&amp;nbsp;facade? Was it fun for you? How do you just get on with life like that? My friends said you were a player and you never were serious. I told myself that weren't what it is but its starting to look like it isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all&amp;nbsp;it is such a coincidence that the day i refused, you asked to keep a distance? And by distance, I&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;it meant pretending like nothing ever happen. You were such a cruel person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you are not that naive anymore. Well, congratulations. You've become the very type of lover you detest. Or was it a lie as well? And yes, I am naive. Too quick to believe in you, too keen to believe in your good, too willing to overlook the warning signs, too foolish to let my heart be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really made it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?&amp;nbsp;I guess I really was a fool right from the start and you had been laughing at me all along. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6088854750262160246?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6088854750262160246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6088854750262160246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6088854750262160246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6088854750262160246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-fool.html' title='I was a fool.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6161747351526247329</id><published>2010-11-08T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:54:53.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Sorry for the lack of updates</title><content type='html'>heh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught up in some stuff. Will update very soon! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6161747351526247329?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6161747351526247329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6161747351526247329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6161747351526247329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6161747351526247329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title='Sorry for the lack of updates'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-358636943776967972</id><published>2010-11-02T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:21:12.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>THURSDAY!</title><content type='html'>I think I got quite a few things to update. But please dont leave me just yet! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY MARKS THE END OF MY EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me!! ITS COMING! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-358636943776967972?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/358636943776967972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=358636943776967972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/358636943776967972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/358636943776967972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/thursday.html' title='THURSDAY!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2848775324086498998</id><published>2010-10-27T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:02:33.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Im hungry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TMfcezPYHVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dz18J4snErc/httttttt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;swear&amp;nbsp;I'll marry the person who buy me Tori Q right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT TORI Q!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry nah. I blog properly after my exams okay? WAIT FOR ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2848775324086498998?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2848775324086498998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2848775324086498998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2848775324086498998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2848775324086498998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-hungry.html' title='Im hungry.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TMfcezPYHVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dz18J4snErc/s72-c/httttttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3068721705563641449</id><published>2010-10-23T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:58:51.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TMLNwTteFPI/AAAAAAAAAII/446PC3yg698/DSC01946%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exams starts on MONDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm don't like it. TSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3068721705563641449?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3068721705563641449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3068721705563641449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3068721705563641449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3068721705563641449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/random.html' title='RANDOM.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TMLNwTteFPI/AAAAAAAAAII/446PC3yg698/s72-c/DSC01946%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4271596402748106105</id><published>2010-10-20T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:51:16.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>So this is love.</title><content type='html'>Something random I did. (: It's a song from&amp;nbsp;Cinderella, So this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWRVPDDNZAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWRVPDDNZAU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering publishing this post about a certain someone whom I'm rather pissed with. Perhaps, I'll wait till friday. Till then, Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4271596402748106105?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4271596402748106105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4271596402748106105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4271596402748106105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4271596402748106105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-this-is-love.html' title='So this is love.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5601866052926267227</id><published>2010-10-17T04:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T04:20:15.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><title type='text'>Pretty nails!</title><content type='html'>By right I should be studying, but we all know I always by left doing other things. Tsk. So today I decided to paint my nails. Not a simple coat of paint which is expected since I'm someone who is running out of time to mug and should (by right again) be preparing for exams okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLoEkCAkJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xJzcBao3Hpg/photo%203%20%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLoEk24KAlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QfvVDEP2lb0/photo%201%20%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've officially gone out of my mind. T_____T Paint nails still nevermind, it have to be the every nail different colour use paint brush paint by hand with every colour I ever own wtf. But its kinda cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except now my 'ruler' thumb looks more like a blot of ink than a ruler. Haven even last more than a day loh! &amp;nbsp;-__________- And all the time I'm painting my nails, my brain keeps going "You do know that your manicures never EVER last more than 2 weeks right?" And I ended up arguing with my brain for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I lost. But continue painting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh how come the photo look so ugly ah! In real life it looks not ba-.. .. okay lah, actually quite ugly. Fuck my life. I got no talent. T______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you'll be seeing quite a number of one photo post for the next 2 weeks ok. What to do, I got exams! Understand abit okay. Don't stop reading me ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5601866052926267227?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5601866052926267227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5601866052926267227' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5601866052926267227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5601866052926267227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/pretty-nails.html' title='Pretty nails!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLoEkCAkJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/xJzcBao3Hpg/s72-c/photo%203%20%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8764718113595758248</id><published>2010-10-15T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T18:59:39.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><title type='text'>Prettier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little depressing when after awhile, you realise you looked so much prettier when you have more than half of your face covered. Fuck my life to the max. T_____________T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8764718113595758248?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8764718113595758248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8764718113595758248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8764718113595758248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8764718113595758248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/prettier.html' title='Prettier?'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/s72-c/IMG_0279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8014699646377127795</id><published>2010-10-13T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:03:53.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Eh friend, you really very noisy leh! Can you like shh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; Heh Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Don't you know silence is a virtue?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; ..er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; .. you mean &lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/i&gt; is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert&amp;nbsp;awkward&amp;nbsp;moment.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; .. oh. Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8014699646377127795?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8014699646377127795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8014699646377127795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8014699646377127795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8014699646377127795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/virtue.html' title='Virtue'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2694713717916717354</id><published>2010-10-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:09:30.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Birthday girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLFmiB0jpMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/maDiRt08T7M/IMG_0124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY FRIEND! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2694713717916717354?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2694713717916717354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2694713717916717354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2694713717916717354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2694713717916717354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday girl.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLFmiB0jpMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/maDiRt08T7M/s72-c/IMG_0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2919982979427202602</id><published>2010-10-08T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:52:35.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><title type='text'>Demon Eyes II</title><content type='html'>I seriously have no will, determination nor self&amp;nbsp;discipline at making myself mug for the exams. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I spend my time doing stupid things like photoshopping my friend. fml. But I think she's DAMN CHIO! Here's the original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TK7vb0s_VgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GeqAaxXuafo/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than I turned her into demon eyes style. Super nice loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TK7vcPkClnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CHrTBxNfh8o/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. and than I think I went a little over board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TK7vcFl-YxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6Vm63A1s-_I/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed her this photo and she laughed like mad and said, "I've never looked so chio in my life before." LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2919982979427202602?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2919982979427202602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2919982979427202602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2919982979427202602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2919982979427202602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/demon-eyes-ii.html' title='Demon Eyes II'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TK7vb0s_VgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GeqAaxXuafo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2054643330896492732</id><published>2010-10-06T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:59:01.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Tagboard</title><content type='html'>You know, I've been wondering about this for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I remove the tagboard to encourage more people to leave a comment on the individual posts? But than again, I'm worried that without the tagboard, you guys are just not gonna post any comments altogether. Than its like I'm blogging to myself. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet on the other hand, messages or comments left on the tagboard will be gone in a month but the comments left on posts will be there forever! And I would love to read the comments when I'm in the mood to re-read my older entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. So.. should I or should I not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2054643330896492732?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2054643330896492732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2054643330896492732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2054643330896492732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2054643330896492732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/tagboard.html' title='Tagboard'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5292178512596110188</id><published>2010-10-01T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:55:27.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Korean boys are so effing gorgeous.</title><content type='html'>Sighs, so I was supposed to study right? But I ended up watching korean dramas instead. This time, other than watching playful kiss starring kim hyun joong (OMGOMGOMG!!!!), I started watching He's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;regretted&amp;nbsp;it max. T___________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the three male leads all look so gorgeous I DON'T KNOW WHO TO SUPPORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TKWQDcfZGrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0dDUuq-kJ9A/Jung-Yong-Hwa-he-is-beautiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jung Yong Hwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TKWQDb0RQuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0PRnvmcmdzQ/tumblr_l5rqz96UsW1qczqbpo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hong Ki Lee &amp;amp; Jang Geun Suk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE!! ALL SO HANDSOME!! HOW TO CHOOSE LIKE THAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so troubled over this can. Worse thing is, they all like the same girl! (I think that girl freaking saved human from extinction is her past life or what to deserve such good karma. T__T Sighs.) ehem. Anyway, so no matter who this girl chooses, two of them will be heart broken. SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, I think I make up my mind already. I support&amp;nbsp;Jung Yong Hwa cause he's just soooo sweet! And you look at that smile! Can resist meh? CANNOT WHAT. *fantasizes about having his babies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and dont forget another very gorgeous korean guy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TKWQDEvs0yI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4Gf_RjiJZcw/511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS. Why korean guys all so cute one? WHY!! Especially when they smile.. AHHHH. Can make you melt there and then. Can you imagine meeting them in person and they smile? *swooon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know hor, I think I've come to realize a trend. Do you notice something all four boys have in common (other than being extremely cute and handsome.)? Yes, they all have long hair! I think I'm into boys with long hair and I find it super hot when they have a diamond stud on their ear. AHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going korea. NAO. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-5292178512596110188?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5292178512596110188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5292178512596110188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5292178512596110188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5292178512596110188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/korean-boys-are-so-effing-gorgeous.html' title='Korean boys are so effing gorgeous.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TKWQDcfZGrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0dDUuq-kJ9A/s72-c/Jung-Yong-Hwa-he-is-beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-9306706744446163</id><published>2010-09-28T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:09:58.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Stupid people on MSN.</title><content type='html'>I wasn't in a good mood and this lad chose this time to bug me, so he had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TKGdDBWzyOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ndauzBcLd1M/3%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, guys like this just pisses me off. I am online NOT FOR YOU. I was gaming and my MSN status was AWAY. The status bar is there &lt;b&gt;FOR A REASON&lt;/b&gt;. Geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just look at that language, "yandao kia", "chiobu", man it makes me cringe just typing this out. Freaking grow up and learn come proper vocab will you? Quite honestly, he look like he's in his late 20s or 30s and yet that's the way he types. Plus the only one time I talked to him, all he kept saying is how girls look at his face and decided not to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really? It's true that his face looks like a piece of crap but come on, the way you talk and think is like a 13 year old! Heck, I've spoken to 13 years olds that communicate better than you! And by the way, the fact that you told me you have tons of pretty girls (whom you claimed ignored you) and this chunk of crap you gave me just because I didn't reply ALREADY MADE YOU PRETTY DESPERATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, since you have so many girls whom ignored you, it would mean that you don't know them in real life. Cause well, then they wouldn't have add you in the first place. So it also means that you have been adding random girls who you don't know just because they are pretty AND HERE YOU ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW PEOPLE ONLY GO FOR LOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a HYPOCRITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, he is blocked and deleted. PFFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-9306706744446163?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9306706744446163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=9306706744446163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/9306706744446163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/9306706744446163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/stupid-people-on-msn.html' title='Stupid people on MSN.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TKGdDBWzyOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ndauzBcLd1M/s72-c/3%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7266779098820957129</id><published>2010-09-26T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:51:15.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>IKEA</title><content type='html'>I think I know why I'm fat already. Its cause whenever I go out with my parents for food, they always order majiam for an army. Worse thing is, 9 out of 10 times we'll finish the food. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum will be the first to surrender while she will force me and my dad to finish up the food. Doesn't help that I have this sense of guilt when I see alot of food leftover and go to waste. Sighs. But nowadays, I'm always the first one to stop than my parents are the one eating alot. MWAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, WE WENT IKEA FOR DINNER YESTERDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJ7qMQy8zUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LG0Ud1HI1iU/IMG_0292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? I told you the way my mum order food majiam no need money one. Three person eating and she ordered 7 chicken wings, 2 plates of fries, 2 plate of salmon set, 1 plate of lasi lemak and one spagetti. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJ7qMrNmnfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/brYa7lRYwdI/IMG_0294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.. okay lah. Actually I also not so innocent. Even though I eat until damn fun, when I walk pass the ice cream store, I still bought one. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. I seldom eat ice cream one ok! Somemore this ice cream so nice, than I went all the way to IKEA you know. Don't buy like very wasted. *defensive* Aiya, in the end I also can't finish it and threw it away. Sorry ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I think I went abit too crazy with the demon eyes photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJ7qNCfCmmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H_sjWodHS3E/DSC01952%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this photo! o__o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay lah, I promise this is the last time you see this photo in my post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-________-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7266779098820957129?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7266779098820957129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7266779098820957129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7266779098820957129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7266779098820957129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/ikea.html' title='IKEA'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJ7qMQy8zUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LG0Ud1HI1iU/s72-c/IMG_0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3181852500778251491</id><published>2010-09-23T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:35:16.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanity Uncensored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><title type='text'>I can have demon eyes.</title><content type='html'>I got nothing better to do so after watching some anime, I was inspired to have their awesome pink demon eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the end results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJtzoYaBRhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YZvAoZ6JSJo/fwr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel depressed now. I think I look mad chio in photoshop loh. Too bad I don't know how to edit my face thinner, nose smaller, mouth smaller all that or else I think will be even more chio loh. (I tried before, but I look damn weird! SIGHS, even photoshop can't save me. D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, from now on I don't want to go out meet people already. Unless my&amp;nbsp;freckles&amp;nbsp;mysteriously disappear and my iris somehow turned pink like that. The middle must glow one&amp;nbsp;some more. Oh plus my&amp;nbsp;eyelashes&amp;nbsp;will have super growth and grow until so long. T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked putting on lipstick cause I got fat lips and I think its damn ugly lah. But look at that colour! I LIKE! T___T Got any brand selling lipstick with that exact same colour anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hire photoshop as my make up artist can. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3181852500778251491?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3181852500778251491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3181852500778251491' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3181852500778251491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3181852500778251491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/demon-eyes.html' title='I can have demon eyes.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJtzoYaBRhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YZvAoZ6JSJo/s72-c/fwr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1139778272493338048</id><published>2010-09-21T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:49:48.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>DEVIL</title><content type='html'>I went ahead and caught Devil today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJjBPUDsHjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dIvhS7vAMnc/qqqqqqq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I jumped at least 20 times. I think my scare&amp;nbsp;tolerance has dropped dramatically and I've shed 5 years off my lifespan after all those intense&amp;nbsp;trauma&amp;nbsp;I gave my poor barely beating heart. T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie, I was discussing with my cousin and Qian Ning if the whole movie will just be everyone trapped in the lift holding their handphone to 'chase' the darkness away since that's the only thing we saw in the trailer. We were laughing our ass off poking fun at how cheap this movie would be and it'll prolly go along the line of having the casts argue about how iphone's battery is shit while nokia's last the longest. Than the climax ending will just be the&amp;nbsp;technician fixing the lift and everyone's saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, for that 80 minutes in the cinema.. I spent it looking at a lift.&amp;nbsp;-__________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the storyline is different lah. Or else I will personally fly to wherever the writer is and show him what a real devil is. I like the storyline actually, I'm a sucker for "everything happens for a reason" type of film. Somehow I get this rush when everything is revealed and all the characters is connected and tie into place. Oh and the plot&amp;nbsp;just&amp;nbsp;keeps you wondering, who is the devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay lah, come to think of it, it's not THAT scary lah. Just that I too timid. Heart too weak. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJjBPqo9viI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Sdjtp4ouUDw/grat.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say hi to my brand new toy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the best part? This is given to me by a friend. AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT BELEIVE IT. SO HIGHHHHH. TO THAT FRIEND, I LOVE YOU VERY VERY STRONG. &amp;lt;3 AND TO REPAY YOU, I PROMISE TO GIVE YOU SOME PURPLE GUMMY BEARS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1139778272493338048?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1139778272493338048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1139778272493338048' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1139778272493338048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1139778272493338048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/devil.html' title='DEVIL'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TJjBPUDsHjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dIvhS7vAMnc/s72-c/qqqqqqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1495274527735410348</id><published>2010-09-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:24:06.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/IMG_0287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &amp;lt;3 pretty nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1495274527735410348?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1495274527735410348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1495274527735410348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1495274527735410348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1495274527735410348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/nails.html' title='Nails'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1845829765761373550</id><published>2010-09-17T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:12:52.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>High five butter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWbNXNQqXAE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWbNXNQqXAE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute my butter. :D &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1845829765761373550?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1845829765761373550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1845829765761373550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1845829765761373550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1845829765761373550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/high-five-butter.html' title='High five butter!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6832472543282713862</id><published>2010-09-14T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:03:49.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>Food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/photo2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/photo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/photo5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like random impromptu dinner outing! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6832472543282713862?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6832472543282713862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6832472543282713862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6832472543282713862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6832472543282713862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/food.html' title='Food.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8357750074760325182</id><published>2010-09-10T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:10:29.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Grumpy Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/fe-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all might know, I do own a twitter account. (If you want, you can follow me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/aintnochick"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;@aintnochick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Actually it will be rather cool if you did. In fact, it is major awesome if you can go follow me now. As a matter of fac-.. okay lah go follow me pls. T__T ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And er.. this is what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-2-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I can say is.. I was grumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T____________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I really dont swear &lt;strike&gt;much&lt;/strike&gt; on twitter. Please believe me. o____o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8357750074760325182?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8357750074760325182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8357750074760325182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8357750074760325182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8357750074760325182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/grumpy-day.html' title='Grumpy Day.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1627108810269708670</id><published>2010-09-07T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:55:26.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>The old man in the bus</title><content type='html'>The first time I saw him was in the bus, on my way to school. He is a old man, back arched and struggling just to board the bus. He wore a crumpled shirt, a size too big for his frame and a pair of blue shorts. His clothes were torn and dirty, his pants had pee stains and to put it crudely, it looked like he did his business with his pants on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he first board, the stench of feces filled the bus. I was disgusted and switched to a seat further away but at the same time, my heart went out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that old man again today. The moment he board the bus, I could easily recognise him. Not just because he looked familiar, its because he worse the exact same outfit as the first time I saw him. This time there is a&amp;nbsp;huge patch of what&amp;nbsp;could be blood stains or Milo stain on his shirt. I really hope its the latter.&amp;nbsp;My heart ached a little more. This time he didn't smell of feces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think its because he bathe. I think its because the waste had dried on him. He looked like he hadn't bathe for weeks. I wonder where are his children and why arn't they taking care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, do you remember the old man I told you about?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;"I saw him again today."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Poor chap."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. He's so old and he's still wearing the same clothes as the other day."&lt;br /&gt;"Sighs. No one is taking care of him, thats why. Really very poor thing."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. I feel like giving him some money. Should I?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind loh. Just give him loh, since he's already so old and he looks like he really need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i plucked up courage, took every single note I have in my wallet and tapped the old man on his shoulder. He turned and looked at me. His eyelashes is coated with dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(T_T I WANT TO CRY ALRDY LAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BREATHE BREATHE. ok continue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give him some money but he rejected me and I didn't insist cause i'm afraid to accidentially insult him (you know like he&amp;nbsp;might misunderstand and thought I see him as a begger that sort).&amp;nbsp;He told me he's going to work at a primary school somewhere but I seriously doubt his words. Would any school hire someone who had feces in his pants, pee stains and blood stain all over his shirt? I feel so so so bad and im embrassed to say that I teared and had to try really hard not to let it accelate to a full blown sobfest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): did i do the right thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1627108810269708670?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1627108810269708670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1627108810269708670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1627108810269708670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1627108810269708670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-man-in-bus.html' title='The old man in the bus'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3159820609077892687</id><published>2010-09-04T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:40:33.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>The email</title><content type='html'>You know, I&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;I tend to get the strangest email. Some tries to sell me vigra while others wants to be my friend while coming across as a potential stalker. God knows what I need vigra for because the last time I checked, vigra are for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another addition to the strange emails I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Close up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have so much reaction and mixed feelings to this I simply don't know how to reply. Let us go step &amp;nbsp;by step, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns. First off, I don't know you. And I really dont think I'm your friend. In fact, "a friend is a feeling of forever in the heart". What does that even mean?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me&amp;nbsp;paranoid&amp;nbsp;but that sounds&amp;nbsp;suspiciously&amp;nbsp;lesbian-ly to me. Same positive feelings about life no matter the age my arse. And no I would not like you to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're just pushing it. I do NOT want your 'beautiful pictures' and really, no thanks. Please don't share with me anything more about you. And who the heck is so thick skinned and declare their pictures as beautiful one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... er no. That is just CREEPY. Become one soul in different bodies. ARE YOU IN A FREAKING CULT? GEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yeah. Kiss.. MY ARSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3159820609077892687?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3159820609077892687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3159820609077892687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3159820609077892687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3159820609077892687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/09/email.html' title='The email'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7340736537012578440</id><published>2010-08-31T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:42:30.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Random conversation</title><content type='html'>I was on bus when my guy friend board and sat beside me. We started talking about some blogger who had plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE:&lt;/b&gt; Why? You want to get plastic surgery is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME: &lt;/b&gt;No lah. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE:&lt;/b&gt; But you sound so interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt;: Hmm, yeah. I want to get bigger boobs. (joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE:&lt;/b&gt; (TURNS AROUND AND STARE AT MY BOOBS.)You don't have meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; WTF. OMG. STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS LAH. WLAO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Immediately&amp;nbsp;flinched&amp;nbsp;and was utterly disgusted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE:&lt;/b&gt; Hehe, really don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE:&lt;/b&gt; Okay lah, very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; WTF WTF WTF?!?! OMG GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 second of silence -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ME:&lt;/b&gt; I'm going to pretend I never heard your comment and let's forget we ever have this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;... I feel so violated.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T___________________T&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/7457585287399100386-7340736537012578440?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7340736537012578440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7340736537012578440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7340736537012578440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7340736537012578440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-conversation.html' title='Random conversation'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2264903866680732904</id><published>2010-08-27T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:40:20.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Intimate Closet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buying lingerie makes me all happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I posted this in my tweet and guess what my friend replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/f-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTF.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Franklin Gothic Medium', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; =&lt;/span&gt;_________________&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Franklin Gothic Medium', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/7457585287399100386-2264903866680732904?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2264903866680732904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2264903866680732904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2264903866680732904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2264903866680732904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/intimate-closet.html' title='Intimate Closet.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2419695220828298995</id><published>2010-08-25T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T15:38:51.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Favourites'/><title type='text'>What a ride.</title><content type='html'>For the first time, I'm actually blogging during lesson. Yes, I'm typing this in lecture while my lecturer is busy acting cute and mind raping me. I just cannot stress enough how mentally&amp;nbsp;traumatized and scarred I am after every lesson. Anyway, that is not the main point today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have to proclaim today the official fuck my life day. First, there was a screw up with my group meeting timing which resulted in me blow drying my hair in record breaking 10 minutes and rushing after the bus. By the time I'm seated in the bus, I'm sweating like a pig and my newly washed hair is soaked with sweat. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML x 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 10 stops later, the bus BROKE DOWN. *palm face* Worse still, other than being late, I have to tolerate the bitching of some of the passengers. The stupidest complain I heard was "Aiyoh, if urgently rushing to save someone, die already loh." LIKE HELLO? IF you're URGENTLY rushing to save someone.. WHY THE HECK ARE YOU TAKING THE BUS? No need bus breakdown, the person also will die can. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the kind of girl that gets car sick when I'm on the bus so i usually go for the seat infront that have two seats facing each other. Since nobody really likes to sit facing the whole bus, I usually get away with&amp;nbsp;stretching my legs and getting a more&amp;nbsp;comfy position to doze off in. But sadly, when the second bus came, my favorite seat was taken so I have no choice but to settle for the empty seats behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed but consoled myself that perhaps I can try taking up two seats instead of cramping my legs. As I was happily putting my bag on the seat beside me (basically taking up two seats so I wont get carsick lah), this guy came up to me and said, "Can I sit here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice loh, cannot say no right. So I "Sure" and proceed to sit up&amp;nbsp;straight&amp;nbsp;for the rest of the FREAKING HOUR JOURNEY. I seriously have no idea why on earth does he have to sit beside me when there's SO MANY EMPTY SEATS AROUND LAH. tsk. In the end I felt so sick I actually&amp;nbsp;contemplated&amp;nbsp;alighting and hailing a cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a good thing I didn't have breakfast, else I swear I would have puked all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML x 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought things couldn't get any worse, two china guys board the bus and proceed to stand at the front of the bus and bug the bus driver with questions after question. Which also means that the driver can't concentrate on driving and had to stop at a bus stop to deal with them while the rest of us silently curse and swear. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML x 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the weirdest thing happened. I was feeling really sick so I asked the guy beside me how long more it takes to reach school (since he's from NP. I know cause I saw his EZ link). He&amp;nbsp;replied&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;started talking to me. Before I know it, when I alight at my stop, I know that he's from hong kong, he has a older sister, he's 24 years old, he has been in singapore for 6 years and where he usually board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet.. Till now, I dont know his name. lol! The irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, just how strange is it to end up talking to the stranger beside you in the bus. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2419695220828298995?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2419695220828298995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2419695220828298995' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2419695220828298995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2419695220828298995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-ride.html' title='What a ride.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1037358970723483632</id><published>2010-08-22T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T15:25:34.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>This is gan funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got this in an email and I thought its freaking hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/Untitled-1copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GAN FUNNY RIGHT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was like ok quite funny. But when I take a closer look at who is responding, I literally LOL-ED. Especially the asteroid part! The dinosaurs are all NOOOOO than the earth went FML. AND THE GOD PART TOO!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. Funny like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. I found somemore!! This time about pokemon one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s306/queenofyours/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we stop stealing pikachu? That thing is fucking useless! HAHAHAHHAHAHA. And they keep bullying magikarp! LOL!!! *wipes tears from laughing too hard*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1037358970723483632?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1037358970723483632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1037358970723483632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1037358970723483632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1037358970723483632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-gan-funny.html' title='This is gan funny!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4187386033598479046</id><published>2010-08-20T01:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:01:21.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>I hate KIDS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; If you adore kids and simply could not apprehend nor accept that others view them as mini demons from hell, please do not read on cause its highly possible you'll be offended and potentially burst an artery or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happily eating my lunch at home the other day when my mum sashay in and asked me how many kids I plan to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost choked to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes of coughing and hand signaling my mum to call the ambulance, I turned around and stared at her in horror. "Kids? K-I-D-S? The short form for demons and everything worse?!" As expected from my mum, she rolled her eyes and says I'm over reacting and when I have my own kids (oh the horror), I will have a totally different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like that's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, when I see a kid, I have this sudden urge to strangle them or just tape their mouth shut. If I had a kid, my motherhood wouldn't last more than 10 minutes. Oh wait, maybe it'll last a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm okay with babies or toddlers who can't really talk, you know less than 1 year old types? Yeah, THAT I can handle. At least they only cry when they want food, or they pee or they crap. Anything older, they throw tantrums, they whine, they pms worse than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going shopping with my friend and there's this boy who's whining and stomping his foot and basically being a terror just so his parents will give in and buy him toys. I looked at him in disgust and was halfway through imagining the thousand of ways I'm gonna kick his ass if I'm the mum when my friend went, "Ohhhh look at how cute that kid is!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! ARE YOU BLIND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This miserable mucus filled brat is SCREAMING his head off and is doing such a lousy job at pretending to cry he makes my dog look like an Oscar winner, and you think ITS &lt;i&gt;CUTE&lt;/i&gt;?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My ears are bleeding and I feel like stabbing that kid and you tell me its cute?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on. Just look at him."&lt;br /&gt;"I AM looking at him. And all I see is a nightmare."&lt;br /&gt;"Its not that bad what. Look at those big eyes.. cute!!"&lt;br /&gt;"All kids have big eyes."&lt;br /&gt;".. what about those chubby cheeks!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's just because he's fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a wtf face and continue gushing about how cute that monster is. Come to think of it, the mum was still being all nice and gentle saying "Boy, good boy. Come stand up. Come good boy, mummy buy you your favorite meat pie ok?" while the monster completely ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIT THE GOD DAMN KID LAH. Buy meat pie some more, my mum would have turned &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; into meat pie if I'm like that loh. Seriously cannot tahan. You know whats worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be a pain in the ass, fine. You want to whine and drool all over, fine. At least make sure you look cute right? Some kids honestly have a face that's... ... just not cute lah. Than still whine and throw shoe throw tantrum throw food all over. Bloody hell, make me feel like throwing them into the lion's den loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the funny thing is that, when I let others know of my &lt;strike&gt;hatred&lt;/strike&gt; extreme dislike of kids, they always go "But you're once a kid yourself what." Like HELLO? That is a totally irrelevant argument loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you used to be something, doesn't mean you have to like that thing what. So if you're once a gangster, are you supposed to love and adore every single gangster in the world? Or if you are once a drug addict, are you supposed to like every single drug addict in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO RIGHT? Than why just because I used to be a kid, I must like every kid in world? Make no sense to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Content of this post is written in good fun. I don't really wish death on the &lt;strike&gt;monsters&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;innocent&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;wtfican'tdothisDIEYOUDAMMIT&lt;/strike&gt; kids. I just wish they would shut up and sit still or just not appear infront of me all together. Peace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S When I refer to "others" I'm not referring to anyone in specific hor. Just that ALOT of people give me this argument... so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4187386033598479046?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4187386033598479046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4187386033598479046' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4187386033598479046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4187386033598479046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-kids.html' title='I hate KIDS.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03732634804748385179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TG1f_WuW6PI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hPPv43Qp9JM/S220/DSC01915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-7016174560458614946</id><published>2010-08-17T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:53:30.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>Food post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/pd1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food makes me a very happy girl. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-7016174560458614946?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7016174560458614946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=7016174560458614946' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7016174560458614946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/7016174560458614946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-post.html' title='Food post.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-1120283312801537627</id><published>2010-08-15T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:27:08.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertorial'/><title type='text'>Jewellerytales</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Advertorial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what came in the mail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four pairs of gorgeous earrings from&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jewellerytales.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jewellerytales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, being the super vainpot, I immediately went into camwhoring mode. Come, let me show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01855.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pair is called &lt;b&gt;Paris E’ver Earring&lt;/b&gt;. It is super cute I tell you, when the shopblog owner (super sweet lady btw)  emailed me the pictures to choose which designs I want, I immediately selected these mini eiffel tower earrings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot resist. T________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01869.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, a simple star design called &lt;b&gt;Super Stars Earring&lt;/b&gt;. To tell you the truth, initially I wasn't really expecting much out of this earrings. But when I tried it on, I realized how beautiful it looked! Its pretty enough to be noticeable yet subtle enough to not be too over dramatic. See, sometimes simple things are the prettiest. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like you can see, I got a few piercings on my ear and I really liked how it compliments my other studs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01877.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01878.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another adorable pair called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fairy Wings Earring&lt;/span&gt;. Just look at those pretty wings, how can you resist? And if you don't like gold, you can opt for sliver too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think my earlobe too fat so it doesn't really look good on me. ): Or maybe sliver earrings suit me better! What you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h83/jas_me/DSC01893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last pair! This one is called &lt;b&gt;Modorina Earring&lt;/b&gt;. So cute right the mouth! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I got excuse to pout already. :X The bright red lips really brings out the 'fun' side of you and showcase your bubbly personality! I have to admit, my earring collection is mostly made out of sliver or gold. So its nice to finally add some colors to my accessories for days when I'm feeling extra cheery!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I like about this blogshop is that the earrings is of good quality, at least to me. No, and i'm not saying this just cause they gave me the items. The reason I say this is because the metal backing and in fact the earring itself is very sturdy. It doesn't bend easily and most importantly you don't have to worry about the backing dropping off because it's not glued onto the earring.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So which pair of earrings do you guys think is the best? I personally LOVE the first one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, don't say I got good things never share okay. Here's a secret, all this earrings are sold at a super cheap price!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cheap? All the earrings featured here is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;LESS THAN 2 BUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And currently there is a sale going on, ending 20 aug! LESS THAN 2 BUCKS ALREADY STILL GOT SALE LOH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and did I mention that orders above 5 bucks gets free shipping? INSANE!! Somemore they don't just sell earrings hor. Got bags, necklaces, etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jewellerytales.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;JEWELLERYTALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; AND BUY NAO LAH. NO NEED WAIT ALREADY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-1120283312801537627?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1120283312801537627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=1120283312801537627' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1120283312801537627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/1120283312801537627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/jewellerytales.html' title='Jewellerytales'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-3389462062289690599</id><published>2010-08-09T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:40:25.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>Girls night out!</title><content type='html'>Nah! I'm blogging at 11:33pm so no matter what time I finished and hit the post button, I blogged on monday. Just like I promised in my last post. Seriously though, I don't know why I feel so damn guilty and stress myself out when I don't blog often enough, not like anyone is &lt;i&gt;dying&lt;/i&gt; to read anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o_________o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I didn't have my stats counter, I would have thought I'm blogging to myself. COMMENT MORE PLS. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyohhow, I've finally satisfied my sweet tooth at sticky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01806.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was initially worried that I would have trouble looking for this store cause the only info I have is that it's in the basement of the central. But the moment I went down the escalator, my worry just vanished. Cause I SMELL CANDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*drools* I literally stood there for 5 minutes cause 1) the shelf is pink. PINK! I want those shelves in my room. NAO. 2) there's so much candy! And in such cute jars too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The staffs there hard at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the candies keep running out cause there's so many people buying! Or just crowding around the store cause all the candies are hand made and you can see how they're done right in front of you. Whooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01809.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CANDIES.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*hyperventilate* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought disco rock which is apple grape flavored and I kinda regretted a little. D: Cause they refilled the sampling jar right after I made my payment but I tried a few sample anyway and I LOVE the apple flavored one!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some more its cheaper. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sniff. Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One by one the girls arrived and we went hunting for dinner! The initial plan was ramen but we didn't know which one to go too so Hazel suggested the one she frequented but its too packed and had a super long Queue. So after going back and forth for the hundredth time, we decided on.. erm. Wait, let me check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called Ma Maison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I had to google it to find out. T__________T!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interior of the restaurant is pretty romantic and cool. Infact, I kind of like it. It has this cosy, lets-all-sit-very-close-together sort of feeling. I approved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon the creepy blurred woman at the back. I ensure you its just my camera and not a supernatural encounter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, it was so nice we were saying, "Eh, down here so romantic hor. So why is it I'm eating here with you girls ah?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T______T" Like that one. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for the food, we camwhore loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's beautiful Brendy and Hazel. Hazel have dimples loh! I also want. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with Qian Ning - my number one MD (monopoly deal) kaki!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize they all got very nice smile. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT HAVE. So I pout loh. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01820.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus over photo shop myself with effects. lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIME FOR FOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazel favorite squid ink pasta. Brendy and I was abit apprehensive about how something that looks so black can taste nice but hazel insisted we tried. So I reluctantly tried.. one strand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha, I swore Hazel looked like she's gonna jump out of her seat and force a spoonful down my throat when she saw me carefully select that one strand of pasta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got to say, its not as bad as I thought. Actually, it smells very nice and taste not bad. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendy ordered her favorite curry rice. I know its her favorite because when she was describing how the curry taste like, her eyes literally lit up. lol! I wasn't a big fan of japanese curry so I didn't order it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I REGRETTED IT MAX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS DAMNNNNN NICE!!! And it's cheap tooo! Argh. Second regret of the day. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I order this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's some pork cutlet set thing. Taste good also lah. How can anything fried not taste good you tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01828.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just look at that juicy piece of fried heavenly goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It even came with its own set of sauces. There's a special sauce (which we concluded is just BBQ sauce) for the pork, sauce for the salad (which is yummy yet hard to describe) and mineral salt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not normal salt ok, got mineral one hor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I sprinkle plenty of salt and kill my kidney, I kept convincing myself that its not so bad cause I'm getting more minerals. o_____________o Fine lah, I like my food salty. pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eating all that, my set even came with a desert. Black sesame ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a adventurous eater so I give it up to Hazel.. who gladly accepted it. She claims its the best ice cream in the world. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're wondering why qian ning isn't eating anything, its really because she shared the pasta and another pork culet set with Hazel. lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now's the gross part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was getting ready to dig into my pork cutlet, I noticed something rather odd about my salad. So I poke around it a little with my chopstick and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I FOUND A PIECE OF TISSUE IN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We notified the staff and they changed a new set for me. No apology no nothing. Just that they had changed another set. PFFT. So for the rest of the meal, my imagination kept running wild wondering where did that tissue came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna pray very hard it's just tissue they put under the veggies to drain them of water and not some flu staff.. ARGH. Ok moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so you'll think that after eating so much, we should be feeling sooo full we couldn't move right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, you're half right. We're really bloated by now but that didn't stop us from going down to TCC for drinks. Sigh, at this rate my 4 kgs is going to come back very soon loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01833.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevermind lah. Once in a while. *guilty*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, finally got to have my chocolate of wealth! But I don't like it here. I prefer the outlet at dhoby ghaut. The one served here is so bitter and full of coffee but the one at dhoby ghaut is more milky and chocolaty. YUMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qian ning ordered some coffee thing. So interesting her drink, cause those dark things you see is coffee jelly! COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what else can we do? MONOPOLY DEAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, we're truly addicts. But less than 2 minutes of playing, the staffs informed us that card games are not allowed. Tsk. Kill joy. So in the end, we spent the night sitting somewhere on the floor along clarke quay, playing cards and chatting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-3389462062289690599?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3389462062289690599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=3389462062289690599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3389462062289690599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/3389462062289690599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls night out!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2063071424289590266</id><published>2010-08-07T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T20:42:29.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Many things to do</title><content type='html'>OMFG. I got so many things to do!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, when I'm free, really super free. Nothing to do, nothing to rush, no one to meet, no friends to ha-.. ehem. I mean erm... aiyah just very free lah. But once &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; come, everything also come! Suddenly need to rush 3 projects, do survey, do analysis, do advertorial, sleep, shit, eat, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok dont really make sense. btw is it weird that shit comes before eating? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*COUGH* ok moving on. What i want to say is, I am SO busy. But there's lots of stuff coming out tomolo (or monday lah. Don't later tomolo no post I kana shoot.) so wait for me ok! Love you all very strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2063071424289590266?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2063071424289590266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2063071424289590266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2063071424289590266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2063071424289590266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/many-things-to-do.html' title='Many things to do'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-2912695721009210582</id><published>2010-08-04T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:09:20.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday ramblings'/><title type='text'>Iphone apps.</title><content type='html'>Sorry it took me so many days to post. I was hooked to my iphone apps. *gulity*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which comes to think of it, I find that Iphone is rather stupid. Okay, the apps or games are meant for you to play when you're on the train, etc and feeling bored right? But the thing is, I don't even dare to play the games while I'm out because the battery life is so ridiculously short! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, the only time I'm playing the games is when I'm home and the charger is available within reach. Kind of defeats the main purpose of having games app on your mobile phone doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the to happier things. Despite my hatred to the obscenely short battery life, I am so in love with my apps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few I really like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1) Bulid- a-lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://touchreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/build-a-lot2.jpg?w=468&amp;amp;h=312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://touchreviews.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/build-a-lot3.jpg?w=468&amp;amp;h=312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For every stage, you have various objectives like get 500,000 dollars in cash or bulid 7 houses, etc. Than you have to earn rent, buy and sell houses, train workers, bulid houses, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's abit like diner dash except now you deal with houses and there's no customer. Ok, don't sound like diner dash but you know what I mean lah. But before you download this app, I must warn you. THIS IS MAD ADDICTIVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completed the whole game and I was DYING for more. It cost 99cents but when I downloaded it, ITS FREE. MWAHAHHAHA. But if you no money can try the lite version loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2) Ancient Warfare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.appshopper.com/screenshots/328/034857_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.appshopper.com/screenshots/328/034857_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aim of the game is to destroy the tolem at the other side at your enemy base. So you need to dispatch various types of warriors to fight and defend your own tolem. The warriors looks so cute loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some more got dinosaur, birds, etc etc. And with every war you win,  you get points and you can upgrade your army. But sometimes I get so pissed off when I lose. So erm.. not for the short tempered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? Have to warn first lah, later you get angry than smash your phone come blame me how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if it cost money now, but when I download it, it was the free app for the day. heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Farm frenzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.appshopper.com/screenshots/321/322202_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.appshopper.com/screenshots/321/322202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another time management game, OK LAH. I'm a sucker for time management games. Bite me. o____________o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time you buy animals, sell them, make flour, cotton, etc and you must meet the objectives for every round. Than sometimes there's pandas and bears which drop randomly from the sky and will attempt to kick all your animals away. So you have to cage them and sell them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cruel one. But when they appear, it's super noisy and annoying. So they deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok that's the top 3 apps I'm hooked to nowadays. What apps you all playing? SHARE PLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-2912695721009210582?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2912695721009210582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=2912695721009210582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2912695721009210582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/2912695721009210582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/iphone-apps.html' title='Iphone apps.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-4398421341562566292</id><published>2010-07-30T01:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:44:39.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>My pencil holder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few days ago, I was studying for my test in my room. Which reminds me.. WHY THE HECK DO I HAVE TO STUDY 5 FREAKING CHAPTERS FOR A TEST THAT IS ONLY 10%?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the shit is this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And its supposingly suppose to help us pass this semester because the marks can be combined with our final exam (which means we have to pass the combined marks of this test and final exam so if you do well in this test, even if you fail by a bit, this test can help you cover abit lah.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously. This test is only 10%. So even if I became a genius and managed to score full marks (not possible), it will ONLY GIVE ME A 5% ADVANTAGE LAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT KIND OF HELP IS THIS?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than imagine if I fail (CHOY CHOY CHOY!), I still have to get a EXTRA 5% to pass loh. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More like a liability than help if you ask me. PFFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay where was I? Oh yes, so I was grudgingly studying for this ridiculous test and I got bored. so I moved to my bed. Guess who decided to join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/IMG_0184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes. This bugger with the name Butter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a welcomed distraction though. lol! So I decided to disturb him loh. I started talking to him and he listened paitently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/IMG_0183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Majiam can understand what I'm talking about like that. Pretend only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than I thought about my books and started acting crazy and yelling random words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/IMG_0180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me a weird look. T___________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than he ignored me and lay down infront of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/IMG_0187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he promptly went to sleep. -___________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to push him down but since I'm sitting directly under the air con and he's actually warming up my legs so I let him be. Hehheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I got bored again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/IMG_0189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made him into my pencil holder. o__________________o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And you'll think he will protest but erm.. we're talking about my dog here. All he does is ignore me and continue sleeping. -___________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/IMG_0191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, even if I kept snapping unglam photos of him. Oh and talking about unglam, look at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/IMG_0188.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He look so damn fat here loh! RIGHT!! I was rather shocked when I see this photo can! hahahaha, bad angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I realise I had been blogging about my dog alot this few days hor? At this rate, this blog is going to become a pet blog already. -.- Okay, time to blog about other stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-4398421341562566292?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4398421341562566292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=4398421341562566292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4398421341562566292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/4398421341562566292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-pencil-holder.html' title='My pencil holder'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-5416085406662064250</id><published>2010-07-27T14:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:53:28.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>My dog is a theif!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was sitting on the floor in the kitchen and I asked my mum for my allowance so that I can buy some textbooks for school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sniff, so poor thing ain't I?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum generously gave me 50 bucks. My dog was sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me so I held the $50 note &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of him and said, "Smell this. Remember this smell okay. When I bring you out for walk, if you smell anything like this, bite and run to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! Must remember okay!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He started sniffing the note. Than out of nowhere..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE SANK HIS FANGS INTO THE NOTE AND RAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;0____________o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and never look back. Bloody hell. No hesitation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; okay! None AT ALL. Bite, turn, RUN. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, I tell him to remember that smell and bite and run. BUT I SAID RUN TO ME WHAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bite and run AWAY from me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KNS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run at full speed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;. Daylight robbery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse still, when we caught him, we tell him open his mouth and that bugger CLAMP DOWN even harder. It took both me AND my dad to force open his mouth can. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;. Don't see him so small size, bloody hell so strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, my nice nice 50 bucks become covered with drool and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yusof&lt;/span&gt; bin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ishak&lt;/span&gt; got more wrinkles and pimple holes in his face. Luckily now all notes is waterproof or else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*grabs chopper and waves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;threateningly&lt;/span&gt; at Butter*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and since we're on the topic about Butter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c0013439.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_2192163" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He look like naruto hor! lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made him try on the eye mask that my friend got me. SO CUTE RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ehem, after that I cleaned it and wear to sleep. If &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;friend is reading this, mai angry pls. T_T)&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/7457585287399100386-5416085406662064250?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5416085406662064250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=5416085406662064250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5416085406662064250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/5416085406662064250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dog-is-theif.html' title='My dog is a theif!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-668532132348322292</id><published>2010-07-26T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:13:53.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>New iphone casing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/photo-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pretty new iphone casing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even my mum likes it a lot. Plus it's CHEAP! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's only one little problem... er what country is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My geography teacher is gonna kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o________o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-668532132348322292?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/668532132348322292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=668532132348322292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/668532132348322292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/668532132348322292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-iphone-casing.html' title='New iphone casing!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-6034211225545278603</id><published>2010-07-22T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:58:23.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Favourites'/><title type='text'>BANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was suddenly in the mood so I decided to teach butter a new trick. To play dead. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyWSTZi_q38&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyWSTZi_q38&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken after 30 mins of training. He learn fast! Now he can 'die' much faster already. lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Butter is seriously cute can. Earlier this afternoon, I was sitting in the kitchen when my mum walked in. So I decided to show my mum this trick with Butter. My mum was rather impressed so she started asking me how I train, blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was talking away to my mum, Butter was sitting there waiting for more treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than out of nowhere, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;he suddenly 'die'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!! In an attempt to get more treats, he ownself decided to 'die' even when no one "BANG!" him!! SO FUNNY CAN DIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Make me laugh like mad. That greedy pig of mine. Tsk Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-6034211225545278603?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6034211225545278603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=6034211225545278603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6034211225545278603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/6034211225545278603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/07/bang.html' title='BANG!'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-665314809055363679</id><published>2010-07-20T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:24:37.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artsy Maker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart-warmings'/><title type='text'>The cousin's birthday thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another birthday thing that i spent a week making for the cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/ved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01710.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01712.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/DSC01713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehhe, I censored alot of the photos because really too erm.. ugly. LOL. What's cool is that when we make cards for each other, we can seriously put tons of unglam photos ranging from when we're babies to when we're teens to our current age. MWAHAHHAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me one last year so I outdo her by having one page more than hers. I predict that by the time we're 30, we'll be giving each others birthday &lt;b&gt;books&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o_____o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-665314809055363679?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/665314809055363679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=665314809055363679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/665314809055363679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/665314809055363679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/07/cousins-birthday-thing.html' title='The cousin&apos;s birthday thing.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7457585287399100386.post-8463904210220868758</id><published>2010-07-18T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:07:45.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo at the moment'/><title type='text'>Pretty nails for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i376.photobucket.com/albums/oo210/aintnochick/Untitled-1copy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, at least from far it looked pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kinda screwed up a little on each one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T_____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7457585287399100386-8463904210220868758?l=imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8463904210220868758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7457585287399100386&amp;postID=8463904210220868758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8463904210220868758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7457585287399100386/posts/default/8463904210220868758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursuperwoman.blogspot.com/2010/07/pretty-nails-for-day.html' title='Pretty nails for the day.'/><author><name>JASMNE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01699517859439367539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_hhrXXuAe49k/TLgzsA4oebI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FE39tmOsVcs/IMG_0279.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
