<?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-6497672</id><updated>2011-12-07T13:40:56.990+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='dramas'/><category term='diy'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='manga'/><category term='movies'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='random-ness'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='rants'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='obento'/><category term='festives'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='travel'/><category term='food'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='doodles'/><category term='sports'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='outings'/><category term='layouts'/><category term='fan-girlism'/><category term='work'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>my bloggeh</title><subtitle type='html'>cos i lost it all. nothing lasts forever. i'm sorry i can't be perfect.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>771</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1886202505369059984</id><published>2008-04-02T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:46:04.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>just bored</title><content type='html'>just a mala art post because i have nothing else to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2386644580_9ec6ba032f_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ellen page in juno - one of my favourite movies yet. however, ratatouille rocks more though; food glorious CG food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm starting work soon. going down for an interview tomorrow. goodbye, my freedom days. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1886202505369059984?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1886202505369059984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1886202505369059984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1886202505369059984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1886202505369059984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-bored.html' title='just bored'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2729450624125587039</id><published>2008-03-31T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:39.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R_BcZ2iJPMI/AAAAAAAAAls/DR_1-A7WhuM/s1600-h/beckett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R_BcZ2iJPMI/AAAAAAAAAls/DR_1-A7WhuM/s400/beckett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183744770308652226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;OMG? beckett cut his hair. i can't figure out my reaction at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2729450624125587039?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2729450624125587039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2729450624125587039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2729450624125587039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2729450624125587039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R_BcZ2iJPMI/AAAAAAAAAls/DR_1-A7WhuM/s72-c/beckett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4695778595143539678</id><published>2008-03-28T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:18:40.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><title type='text'>takoyaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/claytakoyaki.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4695778595143539678?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4695778595143539678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4695778595143539678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4695778595143539678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4695778595143539678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/takoyaki.html' title='takoyaki'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4694172153513338871</id><published>2008-03-27T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:39.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>no-crowd shopping is sugoiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-u1bGiJPLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kb-wRILxe14/s1600-h/IMG_6293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-u1bGiJPLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kb-wRILxe14/s400/IMG_6293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182435273434807474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;met my mom in the evening yesterday for the robinsons closed-door event aka private sale. we thought it was going to be super crowded like the last time. but nooo, it was soooo empty, we felt that we owned the whole place or something. my mom said that not everybody received the invitation because her friend did not. and the salespeople were extra helpful and friendly compared to normal days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a cute jacket suitable for both casual and formal occasions; it was on 30% discount. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after shopping, we went to the eastern restaurant for dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/eastrest.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to reach home in time for american idol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: blah]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanessa carlton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - spring street]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4694172153513338871?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4694172153513338871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4694172153513338871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4694172153513338871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4694172153513338871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-crowd-shopping-is-sugoiiii.html' title='no-crowd shopping is sugoiiii'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-u1bGiJPLI/AAAAAAAAAlk/kb-wRILxe14/s72-c/IMG_6293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3094661429142801450</id><published>2008-03-26T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:39.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>krispy kreme!!! *squeals*</title><content type='html'>dad came home last night at 12.15am! first thing that caught my eye was the 3 boxes of krispy kreme in his hands. haha! and he didn't buy 3 dozens... he only bought 2 and my mom brought 1 dozen of them to work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/kkwee.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one glazed and one blueberry donut after my swim. toasted it for a while because it was in the fridge. so good, i tell you. it's so fluffy, every bite just melts in your mouth. you had no idea how many laps i swam today just to eat krispy kreme. [/healthspeak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-ngX2iJPKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ykI1Jsaqwks/s1600-h/IMG_6287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-ngX2iJPKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ykI1Jsaqwks/s400/IMG_6287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181919546646805666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;my dad got 3 boxes of wife biscuits as well! can you spot the green box? it's wife biscuits with GREEN TEA filling. weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.. he also got me colour pens from muji:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-ngXmiJPJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/el0g0X_Jvko/s1600-h/IMG_6278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-ngXmiJPJI/AAAAAAAAAlU/el0g0X_Jvko/s400/IMG_6278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181919542351838354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;and a 8gb thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you daddy waddy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3094661429142801450?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3094661429142801450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3094661429142801450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3094661429142801450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3094661429142801450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/krispy-kreme-squeals.html' title='krispy kreme!!! *squeals*'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-ngX2iJPKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ykI1Jsaqwks/s72-c/IMG_6287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4071710175099375555</id><published>2008-03-25T19:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:40.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>do you believe in fairies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-jpJmiJPGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/SoKHaRJDfMA/s1600-h/IMG_6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-jpJmiJPGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/SoKHaRJDfMA/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181647722461609058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i baked a batch of green tea muffins last saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-jpJ2iJPHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mnq-0qtOhCc/s1600-h/IMG_6256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-jpJ2iJPHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mnq-0qtOhCc/s400/IMG_6256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181647726756576370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;but i was thoroughly disappointed because neither did they taste or look like green tea muffins. the recipe calls for 2 teaspoons of green tea powder but i added like 5 teaspoons of it because i wanted the muffins to have a strong taste of green tea but noooo, it still tasted like normal muffins. :( so i went to taste the green tea powder and what the hell, it tasted like sugar. not green tea. next time, i'm going to use green tea leaves instead. &gt;:( oh yes, they were a little hard too. :X i apologize to my friends who had to eat them. i will try again next time. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met puibabe for lunch and movie yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/omuu.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was at the omu rice stall located at takashimaya's basement (lousy pictures because i forgot to put the SD card back into my camera. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sutong-bo&lt;/span&gt;, i know. i know.) i had the hayashi omu rice which looks totally different from the one in lunch queen (drama). but it was so so so worth it compared to kitchen mogu mogu. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we walked around because we had time to spare before the movie which starts at 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-jtZmiJPII/AAAAAAAAAlM/lOSPWAyECYg/s1600-h/poster_spideywick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-jtZmiJPII/AAAAAAAAAlM/lOSPWAyECYg/s400/poster_spideywick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181652395386027138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;watched spiderwick chronicles! i enjoyed this movie very much. magical creatures and fantasy related stories never fails to amaze me. i grew up reading enid blyton thus the huge liking. and thank you puibabe for the afternoon plus the constant nagging about spicing up singapore's economy by psycho-ing people to buy things. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's coming home in an hour!!! he called to say that he bought 3 dozens of krispy kreme. O_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: apprehensive]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;david archuleta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - long and winding road]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4071710175099375555?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4071710175099375555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4071710175099375555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4071710175099375555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4071710175099375555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-believe-in-fairies.html' title='do you believe in fairies?'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-jpJmiJPGI/AAAAAAAAAk8/SoKHaRJDfMA/s72-c/IMG_6251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3657727358368868020</id><published>2008-03-23T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:38:00.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>quiche</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/quiche.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and i made these for dinner today. it's hard work but very rewarding. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3657727358368868020?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3657727358368868020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3657727358368868020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3657727358368868020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3657727358368868020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiche.html' title='quiche'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7260007023854302975</id><published>2008-03-21T16:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:40.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>green tea puffs</title><content type='html'>met up with green chan and puff on thursday. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we had lunch at secret recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/20mar1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while eating, we talked about japan! i so want to go back there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all had grilled chicken chop with different sauces. it wasn't too bad but IMO, it's better to just have cakes at secret recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/20mar2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my strawberry cheesecake was oishi x 1000. too bad they don't have any green tea cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to the cathay to catch a movie - evangelion 1.0: you are (not) alone. went back to plaza singapura for beard papa and pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-SwiGiJPFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6QvNu3l-cZc/s1600-h/IMG_6243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-SwiGiJPFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6QvNu3l-cZc/s400/IMG_6243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180459571298778194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;crab and cheese puff. LOL. *inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-SwhmiJPEI/AAAAAAAAAks/vVUyQURxeCY/s1600-h/IMG_6246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-SwhmiJPEI/AAAAAAAAAks/vVUyQURxeCY/s400/IMG_6246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180459562708843586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i love this picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to catch up with friends once in a while. the feeling is &amp;hearts;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, my mom and i made tuna and rice casserole for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/casserole.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched spiderman 3 while eating dinner. haven't done "movie night" in ages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad is having fun at hong kong right now :( i demanded that he buy back lots of krispy kreme and wife's biscuits (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lao po bing&lt;/span&gt;) for me. wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: calm]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ellegarden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -  モンスター]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7260007023854302975?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7260007023854302975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7260007023854302975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7260007023854302975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7260007023854302975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-tea-puffs.html' title='green tea puffs'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-SwiGiJPFI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6QvNu3l-cZc/s72-c/IMG_6243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2102939750914215702</id><published>2008-03-19T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:41.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>another one of my foodie posts</title><content type='html'>made dinner again. no surprises there. i seem to be always cooking dinner these days. but my mom just asked me if i was looking for a job. i guess it's time for me to retire as the house chef. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/?action=view&amp;current=cabbageparcels.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cabbageparcels.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamed cabbage parcels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-EBPf94mWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wi9a8iLcDXo/s1600-h/IMG_6212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-EBPf94mWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wi9a8iLcDXo/s400/IMG_6212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179422412243507554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;and stir-fried cabbage with some kimchee for flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i helped babysit my little cousin for the past two evenings because his mom was in hong kong and his dad had some errands to run. he's very very noisy but oh-so-cute. he came into my room, looked at my wall and said, "claire jie jie, your wall so nice. i want to take picture." LOL. so cute &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;, that little darling. so i entertained him by taking his pictures with my wall; a potential camwhore when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/?action=view&amp;current=dantheman.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/dantheman.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like 12534542 shots, i lied that my camera has ran of battery. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped by ntuc after a visit to the library yesterday. bought loads of stuff but these two are my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-EBPv94mXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nPdw-ZF5nu4/s1600-h/IMG_6219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-EBPv94mXI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nPdw-ZF5nu4/s400/IMG_6219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179422416538474866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;yes, besides green tea, i have a weakness for strawberries as well. if you know me well, you would know that 10 million years ago. but yoghurt is a must even though there's no strawberry flavour because it makes me poo every morning. i like to poo. keeps my intestines squeaky clean. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: sore]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all american rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - dance inside]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2102939750914215702?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2102939750914215702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2102939750914215702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2102939750914215702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2102939750914215702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-one-of-my-foodie-posts.html' title='another one of my foodie posts'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R-EBPf94mWI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wi9a8iLcDXo/s72-c/IMG_6212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4774487454125755786</id><published>2008-03-17T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:41.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>steamed green tea cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R95pk_94mVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XrpAgW2yvjA/s1600-h/IMG_6198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R95pk_94mVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XrpAgW2yvjA/s400/IMG_6198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178692705889851730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;no, i did not make this. bought it from breadtalk because i just cannot resist anything that contains green tea in it (strawberries too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breadtalk has other green tea items as well - green tea bread and green tea muffins!!! XD *gets excited*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4774487454125755786?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4774487454125755786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4774487454125755786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4774487454125755786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4774487454125755786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/steamed-green-tea-cake.html' title='steamed green tea cake'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R95pk_94mVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XrpAgW2yvjA/s72-c/IMG_6198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7825195117159237162</id><published>2008-03-14T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:41.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i wish you happiness. always. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9pqn_94mTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lZFfqjdkLC8/s1600-h/IMG_6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9pqn_94mTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lZFfqjdkLC8/s400/IMG_6191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177567957034244402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7825195117159237162?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7825195117159237162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7825195117159237162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7825195117159237162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7825195117159237162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wish-you-happiness-always.html' title='i wish you happiness. always. (:'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9pqn_94mTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/lZFfqjdkLC8/s72-c/IMG_6191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8220045730737650303</id><published>2008-03-13T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:41.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>chips ahoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9lW5f94mRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2AbZGFRT8x4/s1600-h/IMG_6189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9lW5f94mRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2AbZGFRT8x4/s400/IMG_6189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177264792472688914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;went out with the girlies today. our main task was to squeeze with the aunties at the isetan private sale to see if we can get any good deals but we didn't buy a single thing from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/13mar1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, we had lunch at far east plaza. this shop at the 5th level is really cheap and good. i highly recommend the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zha jiang mien&lt;/span&gt;, anything that contains &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fu zhou&lt;/span&gt; fishballs and the yummilicious pan-fried dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/13mar2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we didn't buy anything from isetan but at least we left the place with these photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love isetan's supermarket. japanese stuff galore. i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; try the giant takoyaki someday! it's really HUGE! i want to try the cakes and the bentos as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ahliam_cookiescopy.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah liam loves _____. look at the expression on her face! she could have bought the thing that she's holding, at the supermarket near her house but she chose to buy it in orchard. guess what it is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we proceeded on to wisma. the isetan there was 1000 times emptier than the one at shaw house. LOL. so i bought my mango tank top from wisma instead since the price was the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/13mar3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures taken in the toilet! we can take them anywhere and everywhere. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pictures taken while shopping/walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/13mar4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. backview shot of maz and i&lt;br /&gt;2. candid at nine west&lt;br /&gt;3. random caucasian guys. ah liam took this because her love for them is h-u-g-e. :X haha! i have a hunch that they are buying tickets for maroon 5's concert. :D just a hunch.&lt;br /&gt;4. backview shot of ah liam and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a oversized clutch at aldo that i really liked but it was the last piece and the condition was really bad. so i didn't buy it even though it was on a 50% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end off my post by saying a big thank you to gwen mamaz for giving me this lovely notebook + a really sweet note accompanying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9vW9_94mUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/M-22P7VtGrQ/s1600-h/IMG_6140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9vW9_94mUI/AAAAAAAAAkM/M-22P7VtGrQ/s400/IMG_6140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177968557223876930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i was really touched. love you both loads. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: confuzzled]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faber drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - summer fades to fall]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8220045730737650303?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8220045730737650303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8220045730737650303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8220045730737650303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8220045730737650303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/chips-ahoy.html' title='chips ahoy!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9lW5f94mRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2AbZGFRT8x4/s72-c/IMG_6189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8207758961223992588</id><published>2008-03-11T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:42.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>pat-a-cake</title><content type='html'>baked a cake today. it was supposed to be a fluffy sponge cake but it turned out to be a dense pound cake. the recipe calls for plain flour and caster sugar but i used self-raising flour and brown sugar so that explains why it turned out that way. i shall try baking it again with the right ingredients next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cakey.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the frosting was really good though. can be used for cupcakes as well. just need some food dye to brighten it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dinner, i made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9aU0f94mQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o72EcISSaS8/s1600-h/IMG_6120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9aU0f94mQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o72EcISSaS8/s400/IMG_6120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176488451364133122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;normal chinese food. but mine was eaten from a japanese bowl that my mom dug out from nowhere. i love that bowl - makes my food taste japanese. LOL. i'm sure it's all psychological but who knows, different bowls may make your food taste different. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuna ito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - urban mermaid]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8207758961223992588?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8207758961223992588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8207758961223992588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8207758961223992588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8207758961223992588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/pat-cake.html' title='pat-a-cake'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9aU0f94mQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/o72EcISSaS8/s72-c/IMG_6120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-122188749493198386</id><published>2008-03-10T22:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:42.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>mumbai, india</title><content type='html'>my mom brought my brother and i to little india because we decided to have dinner at the french stall. but it was closed :( before the french stall moved to little india, it used to be at the food court just behind my church. that was like 8 years ago i think and we ate there almost every sunday. miss those times when victoria food court was around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we ate at komalas instead. it's a vegetarian indian fast food restaurant. my mom had naan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9VT6P94mOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/mWXFmNY6t98/s1600-h/IMG_6101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9VT6P94mOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/mWXFmNY6t98/s400/IMG_6101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176135606915864802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had onion masala:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9VUP_94mPI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IFjS_CyAeKA/s1600-h/IMG_6100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9VUP_94mPI/AAAAAAAAAjk/IFjS_CyAeKA/s400/IMG_6100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176135980578019570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;they gave me 2 types of curries and 3 types of sauces. my mom had 2 curries as well but they were totally different from mine so we had 4 in total. woohoo~ i liked the tofu curry most among the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother had some burger but he has no idea what it contains. since it's vegetarian, my mom figured that it would be made up of beans and tofu. he didn't like it because he's just being biased. *tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mustafa after that and i'm amazed by their range of chocolates and biscuits.  they even sell fake tim tams which costs only S$1.50. okay, they are not really fake - just that they are made in indonesia. it's supposed to be an australian product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought some stuff which cannot be found in our local supermarkets like premixed idli flour, masala flavoured maggi mee and poppadum which comes in pringles-inspired canisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to bake a cake tomorrow. stay tuned. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: indecisive]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mayday parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - jamie all over]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-122188749493198386?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/122188749493198386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=122188749493198386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/122188749493198386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/122188749493198386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/mumbai-india.html' title='mumbai, india'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9VT6P94mOI/AAAAAAAAAjc/mWXFmNY6t98/s72-c/IMG_6101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8659096339051969344</id><published>2008-03-09T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:43.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>so happy together</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9PxMv94mHI/AAAAAAAAAik/uai0hrFOv-I/s1600-h/IMG_6058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9PxMv94mHI/AAAAAAAAAik/uai0hrFOv-I/s400/IMG_6058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175745598115584114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;met up with soon bee after church today. we have not seen each other for about 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around vivocity for awhile. nothing much to shop there really. somehow, i still prefer orchard for shopping. so, we proceeded to orchard after 2 hours at vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still searching for my ideal oversized clutch! most of the clutches that we saw were either too small, formal and ugly. saw a alright-looking one at accessorize though. but it was 55 bucks. :( i shall continue hunting for a perfect one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had early dinner at thai express:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/thaiex.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate beef phat thai because i was craving for it and my favourite mango salad too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to marks and spencer to get some biscuits. i like their new range of organic cookies. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/soonbni.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my buys from marks and spencer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9QCT_94mII/AAAAAAAAAis/9OrO3LJ7nPw/s1600-h/IMG_6095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9QCT_94mII/AAAAAAAAAis/9OrO3LJ7nPw/s400/IMG_6095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175764414367307906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;mom took leave from work tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: sleepy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NewS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - weeeeks]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8659096339051969344?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8659096339051969344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8659096339051969344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8659096339051969344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8659096339051969344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-happy-together.html' title='so happy together'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9PxMv94mHI/AAAAAAAAAik/uai0hrFOv-I/s72-c/IMG_6058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1767551543262734030</id><published>2008-03-07T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:43.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9EBcSSlRvI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZKPQ6ocYbLI/s1600-h/haydenshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9EBcSSlRvI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZKPQ6ocYbLI/s400/haydenshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174919032283154162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;layout change featuring hayden panettiere, affectionally known as claire bear in heroes. (: i love this photoshoot of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/IMG_6046.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made dinner once again yesterday. black pepper pork chop with brown rice and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cai xin&lt;/span&gt;. my brother could not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; the brown rice. LOL. but my mom loves it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/clutches.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at all these oversized clutches!!! i want one!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: unproductive]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mark ronson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - oh my god (feat. lily allen)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1767551543262734030?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1767551543262734030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1767551543262734030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1767551543262734030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1767551543262734030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/obsession.html' title='obsession'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R9EBcSSlRvI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZKPQ6ocYbLI/s72-c/haydenshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8048774836340490313</id><published>2008-03-05T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:26:51.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i still prefer online shopping</title><content type='html'>met gwen (maz) at bugis for some retail therapy but i didn't buy anything in the end. just something for my face and that's it. but it was still fun - better than rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5mar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss clarity cafe&lt;/span&gt;. set lunches are mostly below 10 bucks and the servings are quite huge with no gst and service charge. very worth it i must say. definitely on my "to-go-again" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5mar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baked garlic crusted dory fish fillet that i had was really good. love the fragrant after-taste of the garlic. for dessert, we were served with a tiny piece of bread &amp;amp; butter pudding and i was quite surprised to find it piping hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to bugis village to shop. maz bought lots of stuff. i wanted several items but most of them were overpriced. also had my eye on this topshop purse but it was $43. madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictures in the loo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5mar3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around bugis junction in hopes of finding an over-sized clutch but i guess those are not popular in singapore yet... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anticipating for american idol tonight! david archuleta. &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: smitten]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yuna ito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - alone again]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8048774836340490313?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8048774836340490313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8048774836340490313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8048774836340490313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8048774836340490313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-still-prefer-online-shopping.html' title='i still prefer online shopping'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3979450931401439493</id><published>2008-03-03T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:20:40.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>baked chicken katsu-don</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bakedkatsudon.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made this for dinner today! (1) is mine and (2) is my brother's (three times more than mine because he eats a lot). made my mom's share as well. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what shall i cook tomorrow? udon, perhaps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3979450931401439493?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3979450931401439493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3979450931401439493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3979450931401439493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3979450931401439493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/baked-chicken-katsu-don.html' title='baked chicken katsu-don'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5004198549927703976</id><published>2008-03-03T16:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:43.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>happy birthday daddy.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was packed with events. went to church early in the morning for the combined anniversary service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i met ah liam and gwen maz for lunch at around 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/CA1.jpg" border="0" &gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at changing appetite (marina square) because they wanted to try the hokkaido cream cheese baked rice which is not on the menu anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ate other things instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/CA2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the chicken and mushroom fajitas which was really good. not too filling for the stomach either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhored a little bit while waiting for our food to arrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/CA3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this picture of ah liam. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R8u5qDVk6FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FfZvx-fjA2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R8u5qDVk6FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FfZvx-fjA2Q/s400/IMG_0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173432729066596434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we love burgers, yes we doo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to the career &amp; education fair held at suntec. nothing much though. lots of overseas universities and what-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my family for dinner at ding tai feng, bishan junction 8 branch, to celebrate my dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/DTFbday.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i got him a birthday cake from breadtalk. (: wanted cedele though but coffee club bought over their space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still slacking at the moment. i feel that i should get a job soon but i'm a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: lazy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;panic at the disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - that green gentleman]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5004198549927703976?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5004198549927703976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5004198549927703976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5004198549927703976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5004198549927703976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='happy birthday daddy.'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R8u5qDVk6FI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FfZvx-fjA2Q/s72-c/IMG_0824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8860902427853914486</id><published>2008-02-29T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:24:25.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>D.I.Y. baked pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bakedpasta.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my dinner for today! no recipe book or anything. just came up with my own. one cup of pasta, 1/3 can of campbell's tomato soup, celery, carrots, chicken breasts, tomatoes and a slice of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delicious. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8860902427853914486?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8860902427853914486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8860902427853914486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8860902427853914486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8860902427853914486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/diy-baked-pasta.html' title='D.I.Y. baked pasta'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-9083566857916866616</id><published>2008-02-28T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:43.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>i'm bored pt. II</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R8bSOBzBZVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/oLDF7Kti_hw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R8bSOBzBZVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/oLDF7Kti_hw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172052360524031314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i love david archuleta from this season of american idol and i don't care if he is 3 years younger than me.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't say i'm a fan of american idol though because i did not catch the last three seasons; only the auditions because they were darn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to tidy up my wardrobe soon. it's in a huge mess. have to reformat my laptop and hard disk as well because it's infected with TP's bloody trojan horse. what a "wonderful" souvenir to receive from my lovely school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;david archuleta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - imagine]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-9083566857916866616?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/9083566857916866616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=9083566857916866616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/9083566857916866616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/9083566857916866616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-bored-pt-ii.html' title='i&apos;m bored pt. II'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R8bSOBzBZVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/oLDF7Kti_hw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5607033598700270706</id><published>2008-02-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:17:58.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>i'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/lol.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iswak episode 12 please. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5607033598700270706?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5607033598700270706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5607033598700270706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5607033598700270706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5607033598700270706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-bored.html' title='i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7035206073555449424</id><published>2008-02-22T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:44.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>mtv ruins all good bands</title><content type='html'>came back from dinner not long ago. mom treated my brother and i to waraku as today was unofficially, the last day of school for me. we have to wait until 21-23 may for the actual graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/waraku3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our favourite potato cheese mochi once again! threw half of my tonkatsu to my brother because the set (includes a bowl of udon and potato salad) was so darn filling. but very worth it. i should share the set with somebody the next round instead of eating one on my own. and mom says that we should drag dad for tom ton next time. weee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i have to say that MTV is truly a ruiner for bands. and paramore is one of their soon to be victims. too much media = jealousy within the band because it's all focused on hayley. i feel deeply saddened. i hope that they can really work it out and prevent the split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052280549862530" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkcgt_oubII/AAAAAAAAAMA/2HMs1MaZFOU/s400/bloated.png" border="0" /&gt; | bloated]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;panic at the disco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - time to dance]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7035206073555449424?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7035206073555449424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7035206073555449424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7035206073555449424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7035206073555449424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/mtv-ruins-all-good-bands.html' title='mtv ruins all good bands'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkcgt_oubII/AAAAAAAAAMA/2HMs1MaZFOU/s72-c/bloated.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1802579339595897089</id><published>2008-02-21T12:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:44.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>3 days in a post, 1 week old</title><content type='html'>decided to take a &lt;strike&gt;short&lt;/strike&gt; break from studying (my breaks are never short). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14/02/2008 (thursday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/IMG_5872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;thank you so much for the flowers and chocolates (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, ah liam and i went to cineleisure to catch CJ7. it has been a long time since i've watched any movies on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R70I5hzBZTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nBwcXr748_Y/s1600-h/cj77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R70I5hzBZTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nBwcXr748_Y/s400/cj77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169297731709134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;the movie was cute, touching, funny and eye-ball-rolling at the same time. 4 out of 5 stars perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, puibabe came to meet us for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/140208nydc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had nydc's hawaiian baked rice that makes you go "ooh-la-la" at every single bite. but i have to say the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RmJDCKplYMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_gCaoetmNSs/s400/ca_chickenbaked.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;hokkaido cream cheese baked rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at changing appetite (marina square) is to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to centrepoint's TCC for some drinks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/140208tcc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the service there sucks so avoid patronizing that outlet for now. the only thing i loved about that TCC was their lighting. the pictures we took gave us flawless skin. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/02/2008 (friday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swam at tampines sports complex early in the morning with gwen maz. went to nutty's house after that to hang out with ah liam and the AFCs. we played psp, ds lite, taboo and pictionary the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proceeded to bedok's block 85 market for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/85market.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18/02/2008 (monday):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met gwen maz all the way at boon lay because we had to hand in some documents for our application to NTU. not sure if i can get in but i shall not worry and leave it in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got lost while trying to find the student service centre. the place is seriously $!#@%% huge! we took about 1 hour to locate it with some help from the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to IMM for lunch and shopping at daiso. though the daiso was quite huge, there wasn't a lot of intersting things to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/fandco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was at fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/fandco2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really tired on that day because i only had 3 hours of sleep. was rushing my video for submission and i thought to myself, why do i always have to do things at the very last minute despite being aware of the consequences? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i shall go study now. can't wait to rot at home after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVdxfVZ06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Lp-K8SitPhg/s1600-h/lazy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVdxfVZ06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Lp-K8SitPhg/s400/lazy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108592457127941026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | lazy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faber drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - tongue tied]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1802579339595897089?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1802579339595897089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1802579339595897089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1802579339595897089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1802579339595897089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-days-in-post-1-week-old.html' title='3 days in a post, 1 week old'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R70I5hzBZTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/nBwcXr748_Y/s72-c/cj77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2173594420653514285</id><published>2008-02-20T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:45.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>chinese new year celebrations pt. II</title><content type='html'>on the third day of the chinese new year, ah liam, gwen maz, jared, hao and nigel came over to my house for teppanyaki! we met at AMKhub first to get some food from NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3cny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to my place after that and prepared the food. surprisingly the guys were quite skilled at cutting the meats. marinated them with char siew sauce and black pepper sauce. two thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3cny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food, glorious food. i made okonomiyaki as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we played board games - taboo and pictionary. my mom loves to buy these kind of games but i seldom get to play them because i have nobody to play them with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3cny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was guys verses girls. had lots of laughs as well. jared drew a sheep that does not look like a sheep in pictionary and hao had a hard time explaining the word coconut in taboo. lol. the videos we took were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an hour of games, we proceeded downstairs to play sparkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3cny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i've played with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7vYLRzBZPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/whiCIbShPr0/s1600-h/3cny5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7vYLRzBZPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/whiCIbShPr0/s400/3cny5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168962685605340402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;we tried taking jumping shots as well. it was difficult to get us all jump together nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7vYMBzBZRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/PEHAupKhXuA/s1600-h/3cny8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7vYMBzBZRI/AAAAAAAAAhs/PEHAupKhXuA/s400/3cny8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168962698490242322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7vbNhzBZSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h2OtZdewsoo/s1600-h/3cny6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7vbNhzBZSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h2OtZdewsoo/s400/3cny6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168966022794929442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had my major presentation earlier this morning. i'm SO happy that it's all over.  today's probably the happiest day to me for this whole semester. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;love you girlies. never break the bond we've shared during the past 3 years. *smooch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i have loads more to blog about. shall post them all within the next few days. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsaMBPVZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_07Rprg0nH8/s1600-h/happy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsaMBPVZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_07Rprg0nH8/s400/happy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099917580967727714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | happy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - love's not a competition (kasier chiefs cover)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2173594420653514285?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2173594420653514285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2173594420653514285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2173594420653514285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2173594420653514285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-celebrations-pt-ii.html' title='chinese new year celebrations pt. II'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7vYLRzBZPI/AAAAAAAAAhc/whiCIbShPr0/s72-c/3cny5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5013779595615929799</id><published>2008-02-12T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:45.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>chinese new year celebrations pt. I</title><content type='html'>where do i start? my brain is still a little woozy due to the lack of sleep for the past three days. so i'll make this a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/1cny2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner was just like any reunion dinner. my aunts (paternal side) would gather at my house for steamboat every year. had my favourite &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yu sheng&lt;/span&gt; as well but this year, my aunt used japanese scallops instead of smoked salmon. it tasted different but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7GiBRzBZNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AGEuEdanlmY/s1600-h/1cny3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7GiBRzBZNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AGEuEdanlmY/s400/1cny3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166088390411642066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;pongie and i slacking in my room. we were ogling at macbook air because she mentioned that she wanted to get a macbook. but we decided that pro is better than air despite it's sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cny1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up pretty early for the first 2 days of new year. we visited 4 houses each day and money haul was better than last year's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus my brother and i got something extra from one of our distant uncles because he works at creative.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7GldxzBZOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VfKjkiAu4RU/s1600-h/cny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7GldxzBZOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VfKjkiAu4RU/s400/cny2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166092178572797154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;my mom says that we are too spoilt by her side of the family because we are the oldest. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cny3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll hit the sack again but there's this karaoke thing going on downstairs. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063341407627799602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSaLvoubDI/AAAAAAAAALY/8f6Y3aUsgnk/s400/sleepy.png" border="0" /&gt; | sleepy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;simple plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - no love]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5013779595615929799?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5013779595615929799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5013779595615929799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5013779595615929799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5013779595615929799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-celebrations-pt-i.html' title='chinese new year celebrations pt. I'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R7GiBRzBZNI/AAAAAAAAAhM/AGEuEdanlmY/s72-c/1cny3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6300879571952045176</id><published>2008-02-06T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:48:24.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>yummy goodies!</title><content type='html'>just wanted to take some pictures of my chinese new year goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/1cny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bengawan solo's pineapple tarts have less and less pineapple fillings each year. wanted  my mom to buy them from the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.lecafe.com.sg/ptarts.htm" target=_blank&gt;le cafe confectionery and pastry&lt;/a&gt; shop. they have the BEST pineapple tarts in my opinion. each tart is the size of a golf ball and packed with fillings. one bite and you'll go ooOOoohh~. but sadly, they went out of stock since 2 weeks ago and said they weren't baking anymore. :( so i'll just have to settle with bengawan solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite saddening to do MP during the new year. stewpig temasek poly can go to hell. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6300879571952045176?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6300879571952045176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6300879571952045176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6300879571952045176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6300879571952045176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/yummy-goodies.html' title='yummy goodies!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2472442200636318806</id><published>2008-02-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:47.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>auzzie day 6</title><content type='html'>last post for my auzzie trip. have been dragging this for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auzzie day 6 was the last full day for this trip. we started the day by going to some seafood farm where they rear crabs and oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farm people took us on a ride on their yacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/6auz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fed the pelicans that were swimming around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went down into the waters at one point to catch guppies as our bait for fishing purposes later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/6auz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't catch a single one. but the experience was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/6auz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farm people caught us some mud crabs. they boiled it on the spot and gave us some to eat. delicious. no need for any seasoning whatsoever. tried the oysters as well. it was my first time eating them raw and i hated it. :\ but on the other hand, i love raw salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch, our tour guide brought us to this nearby eatery selling fish and chips for only AU$5. it was good but oh so sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hInqn-IRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/GVZqCjjL7r4/s1600-h/6auz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hInqn-IRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/GVZqCjjL7r4/s400/6auz4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163456819074310418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;my dad and brother shared the seafood platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hIzKn-ISI/AAAAAAAAAgE/muFQ9BkObnw/s1600-h/6auz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hIzKn-ISI/AAAAAAAAAgE/muFQ9BkObnw/s400/6auz5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163457016642806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;whereas my mom and i only had the fish without any add-ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we went to pacific fair shopping centre. they have stores like target and kmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hUQKn-IWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AiM56dSKcdA/s1600-h/6auz13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hUQKn-IWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AiM56dSKcdA/s400/6auz13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163469609486917986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i bought 2 more tops from valleygirl because i really love their clothes. so much variety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hJ8Kn-ITI/AAAAAAAAAgM/A1GtyZiIm-I/s1600-h/6auz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hJ8Kn-ITI/AAAAAAAAAgM/A1GtyZiIm-I/s400/6auz6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163458270773256498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i wanted to get quite a number of things at target but i've already bought too many clothes. so, i restrained myself. it wasn't that cheap either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/6auz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't stay at pacific fair for long because my dad wanted to go back to the hotel before the sun sets so that he could have a swim at sufer's paradise beach once before going back to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hR3Kn-IUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/CwgTR2W6Mec/s1600-h/6auz10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hR3Kn-IUI/AAAAAAAAAgU/CwgTR2W6Mec/s400/6auz10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163466980966932802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;after that, we walked around the night market just along the beach. it was interesting to see what people were selling. most of them were handmade. including the lights above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way, we came across this really huge dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hTUqn-IVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/lDW9xgn4wcI/s1600-h/6auz11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hTUqn-IVI/AAAAAAAAAgc/lDW9xgn4wcI/s400/6auz11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163468587284701522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;that's all i can say. HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/6auz12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at this teppanyaki restaurant. my mom and i had teriyaki chicken, my dad had the spicy kangeroo (tsk) and my brother had teriyaki salmon. the portion was really huge. i could hardly finish it so i passed the big pieces to my brother, the junk machine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that evening, one of families in our tour group passed us a box of mini strawberries that we saw at the night market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hVsqn-IZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8nknguzeXxQ/s1600-h/6auz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hVsqn-IZI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8nknguzeXxQ/s400/6auz8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163471198624817554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;my dad didn't want to buy it for me because he said it was too small. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hVs6n-IaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/f0Br3jJIDvk/s1600-h/6auz9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hVs6n-IaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/f0Br3jJIDvk/s400/6auz9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163471202919784866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;look at how tiny it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reunion dinner tomorrow. gah! no mood for it at all. seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVdxfVZ06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Lp-K8SitPhg/s1600-h/lazy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVdxfVZ06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Lp-K8SitPhg/s400/lazy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108592457127941026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | lazy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theAudition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - warm me up]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2472442200636318806?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2472442200636318806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2472442200636318806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2472442200636318806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2472442200636318806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/auzzie-day-6.html' title='auzzie day 6'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R6hInqn-IRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/GVZqCjjL7r4/s72-c/6auz4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1717376926079316492</id><published>2008-02-04T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:47.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>one omu rice with demiglace sauce please</title><content type='html'>chinese new year is here! but i dont feel the mood for it at all. not one single bit. i'll probably be worrying about my projects while visiting the relatives. 3 projects to be handed up the day after new year. sheer torture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30/01/2007 (Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt;: met the girlies in town for shopping. before that, we had lunch at kitchen mogu mogu, a newly opened japanese bento eatery at far east plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/fep1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks good and all but so not worth it. my chicky bento costs $9.90 and the portion is really really small. i don't think i'll ever go back there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/fep2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;we shopped a little bit at far east plaza and i bought myself a dress. i have a penchant for dresses lately. i just got another one last saturday. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31/01/2007 (Thursday)&lt;/span&gt;: after settling the marketing report and doing some dbmm (which i hate), ah liam and i met puibabe for dinner and k-box. it was his treat. thanks again puibabe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/boshi1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at esplanade's ichiban boshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/boshi2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ingredients were really fresh. i love the unagi with cheese sushi even though i couldn't taste the cheese at all. but they made a mistake by putting sesame oil and red chili padi on my salmon-don. sheesh. it's not fried rice for pete's sake. fyi, raw salmon + sesame oil = gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to marina square's kbox thereafter. we sang till our throats became dry. and they laughed at me while singing jay chou's an jing because i could not read some of the words. so i paused quite a lot during the song. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/boshi3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really fun time. didn't think about projects until i stepped out of the room. that's the part and parcel of life i guess. or specifically, life in singapore where it is all about grades grades grades, not passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspPEfVZ0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0ZmqyA0Tr5E/s1600-h/emotionless.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspPEfVZ0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0ZmqyA0Tr5E/s400/emotionless.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100976466499850882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | emotionless]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - let me go]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1717376926079316492?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1717376926079316492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1717376926079316492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1717376926079316492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1717376926079316492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-omu-rice-with-demiglace-sauce.html' title='one omu rice with demiglace sauce please'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspPEfVZ0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0ZmqyA0Tr5E/s72-c/emotionless.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1384624781196198415</id><published>2008-01-26T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:48.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i heart swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/swim1.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girlies and i have been swimming regularly for the past 2 weeks and i have to say i'm loving it. i prefer swimming to jogging now. :D what a waste of my newly-bought trainers. i think i only used it for a couple of times. i may go back to jogging but not just yet though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at century square's food junction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5r3ian-IPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/oRVSdO7tQjQ/s1600-h/swim3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5r3ian-IPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/oRVSdO7tQjQ/s400/swim3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159708493740908786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;ah liam and i had bibimbap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5r4_Kn-IQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/TIwD_bMmkUc/s1600-h/swim4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5r4_Kn-IQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/TIwD_bMmkUc/s400/swim4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159710087173775618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;whereas gwen maz had chicken chop with linguine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5r3ian-IOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/opDBdtSUZdY/s1600-h/swim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5r3ian-IOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/opDBdtSUZdY/s400/swim2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159708493740908770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we walked around BHG and tried on some clothes for fun. it's quite satisfying trying clothes without having the intention to buy them. but after trying 2 dresses, i have a sudden urge to buy a nice casual dress even though i doubt i will wear it very often. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's going to be an early day for me. i have to reach pasir ris by 8a.m! thankfully, it's the last time we're ever going to step into paris ris elias community club. and it sorta marks the end of our MP as well though we still have reports to write and a presentation to give. argh! 3 more weeks everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rq9E1LEM5SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LSruIp3kfCc/s400/excited.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093365383873488162" /&gt; | excited]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall out boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - thriller]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1384624781196198415?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1384624781196198415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1384624781196198415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1384624781196198415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1384624781196198415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-heart-swimming.html' title='i heart swimming'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5r3ian-IPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/oRVSdO7tQjQ/s72-c/swim3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8798363952664549404</id><published>2008-01-22T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:49.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>auzzie day 5</title><content type='html'>we woke up really early on day 5 because our tour guide said that we are going to leave the hotel at 8.30am to tropical fruit world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XNVLnDK9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/8NcvabZ7XH8/s1600-h/5auz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XNVLnDK9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/8NcvabZ7XH8/s400/5auz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158254712000293842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;before heading there, we  stopped at pt. danger (where the border between queensland and new south wales lies) for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XNwLnDK-I/AAAAAAAAAec/VFrJsNbPuck/s1600-h/5auz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XNwLnDK-I/AAAAAAAAAec/VFrJsNbPuck/s400/5auz3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158255175856761826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;there's a time difference as well. so if you're standing on the new south wales side, you'll be one hour earlier than queensland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5auz4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5auz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at tropical fruit world 15 minutes later. i was quite excited because before that, our tour guide was telling us that we could taste some peculiar fruits which cannot be found in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived, we were immediately ushered to some fruit show where one of the guides showed us some of the fruits that they grow in their plantation. they have really weird ones which i can't remember. *coughs* i remembered that there's this fruit which can help with insomnia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the most memorable one to me was the black sapote aka the chocolate pudding fruit. it awesome with vanilla ice cream. if this fruit exists in singapore, i won't have to eat chocolate ever. the black sapote can be my replacement. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5auz5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to pick macadamia nuts, crack and eat them on the spot. it was quite difficult to find un-cracked ones though, because countless of tourists have been there and the area was just full of nut shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also got the privilege to pluck fruits from the trees because our tour guide insisted it. otherwise, it is not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XfubnDK_I/AAAAAAAAAek/tddmBrNANjk/s1600-h/starapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XfubnDK_I/AAAAAAAAAek/tddmBrNANjk/s400/starapple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158274937001290738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i forgot what this fruit is called. something-apple or apple-something. :D it's really sweet, has the texture of persimmons, tastes a little milky and leaves a really sticky trail on your lips. i think i had 3 of those things. :D got my dad to pluck them because i'm not tall enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we all got up this "train" for a spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XiMrnDLAI/AAAAAAAAAes/GPAlIZ5O_I4/s1600-h/5auz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XiMrnDLAI/AAAAAAAAAes/GPAlIZ5O_I4/s400/5auz7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158277655715589122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;it might look small but it's very sturdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after one round on the tracks, we proceeded to the boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5auz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to feed ducks as well but i think they are overfed because they did not touch the bread we threw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5auz8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended the tour at the fruit "market". from the pictures, i can only recognize the pineapples and the kiwis. lol. my mom bought 3 rounded avocados to bring back home and a chocolate pudding fruit for my dessert later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also got these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XkPLnDLBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9CzD7YowtYY/s1600-h/5auz12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XkPLnDLBI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9CzD7YowtYY/s400/5auz12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158279897688517650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;not-your-ordinary-jams galore! the papaya + macadamia nut jam = yummmmeh! but i have not opened it yet though. i tasted all the jams at the shop before buying them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up, shopping at harbour town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XlarnDLCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Rp1dbx4_Zn8/s1600-h/5auz9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XlarnDLCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Rp1dbx4_Zn8/s400/5auz9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158281194768641058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;it was quite deserted when we got there because the shops were going to close in 2 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5Xl4bnDLDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ip910t5X9X0/s1600-h/5auz10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5Xl4bnDLDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ip910t5X9X0/s400/5auz10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158281705869749298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i don't think we managed to comb the whole place. it was really huge! take a look at the map:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5auz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harbourtown hosts shops with clearance goods, so most of the items are heavily discounted. if you're a tourist, you get extra discounts on top of the already discounted price! whoop! i think i spent most of my time at valleygirl because most of their tops are less than AU$10 (S$13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch before we did our speed-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5auz11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;had noodles because most of the eateries were going to close. the chef of this eatery came from hong kong - i could tell from his accent. the fried kway teow was really tasty but too oily for my liking (even oilier than singapore's char kway teow). that's why i chose a soup dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are the stuff i bought from harbourtown (i love clearance sales x 10000000!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/5auz13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the relax tee from valley girl is a total rip-off from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=19551&amp;amp;storeId=12556&amp;amp;categoryId=59923&amp;amp;parent_category_rn=42317&amp;amp;productId=351267&amp;amp;langId=-1" target=_blank&gt;topshop's&lt;/a&gt;. it's the exact same design. and i only paid *AU$6.99 (S$9) for it. whereas topshop is selling it for S$40++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5X0yrnDLGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YFOPROBeI-c/s1600-h/5auz14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5X0yrnDLGI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YFOPROBeI-c/s400/5auz14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158298099759918178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;for dinner, we bought instant soup and salad from the supermarket and got 2 foot-longs from subway as well. i shared a chicken breast and avocado sub with my mom because i LOVE avocados despite its high fat content; it's all good fat anyways. we ate in the balcony with the cool breeze blowing at our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5X0JLnDLFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BzV7AtZc8yI/s1600-h/5auz15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5X0JLnDLFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BzV7AtZc8yI/s400/5auz15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158297386795347026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;this is what the chocolate pudding fruit looks like inside. we just ate it without any vanilla ice cream and it tasted.. well, like a mashed-up persimmon. i guess the vanilla ice cream brings out the chocolate taste in the fruit. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. one more day of the auzzie trip to update and i'm done! for now, its back to doing my flash-for-oral-presentation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XG694AjkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gl72wrxA0cw/s1600-h/busy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XG694AjkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gl72wrxA0cw/s400/busy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149240465312222786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | busy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treaty of paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - elvis lives]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8798363952664549404?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8798363952664549404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8798363952664549404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8798363952664549404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8798363952664549404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/01/auzzie-day-5.html' title='auzzie day 5'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5XNVLnDK9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/8NcvabZ7XH8/s72-c/5auz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3405795254261174886</id><published>2008-01-20T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:50.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>a random foodie post</title><content type='html'>here's some pictures of the food that i've consumed with my friends and family for the past 5 weeks. i just couldn't bear to see them un-posted. so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/FOODIE2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar loaf - located at the end of TP's engineering school. their mains are quite pricey but their desserts are totally worth it. if i'm ever going back there, it would be for their desserts and ONLY their desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5LQV7nDK8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/WY5f-XY2b3Q/s1600-h/FOODIE4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5LQV7nDK8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/WY5f-XY2b3Q/s400/FOODIE4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157413598489947074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eastern restaurant - located at centrepoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/FOODIE4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family was looking for a place to eat and we saw moses lim's life-size poster outside this restaurant. so we decided to try it. i love this restaurant because three-quarters of their menu has the health promotion board healthier choice stickers on them. :D the most memorable dish had to be the egg white custard puff (third picture). it was originally supposed to have red bean fillings in them but on that day, they asked if we wanted the green tea version of it. and it was really goood. the puff pastry was entirely made up of egg whites and baked to perfection. the filling wasn't too sweet as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/FOODIE1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;botak jones - bedok branch. my burger was good but too huge a serving. ah liam and gwen maz had a hard time finishing up their food as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/FOODIE3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some japanese restaurant beside tampines swimming complex. the food wasn't that bad but maybe because i was famished after the workout. the price we paid was worth its quantity. not particularly its quality though. i have high expectations when it comes to japanese food. heh. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3405795254261174886?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3405795254261174886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3405795254261174886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3405795254261174886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3405795254261174886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-foodie-post.html' title='a random foodie post'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5LQV7nDK8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/WY5f-XY2b3Q/s72-c/FOODIE4a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6678273640902898116</id><published>2008-01-18T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:50.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>auzzie day 4</title><content type='html'>day 4 of my australia trip was spent at sea world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5AdWbnDK6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/H6_qS2mJiuk/s1600-h/4auz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5AdWbnDK6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/H6_qS2mJiuk/s400/4auz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156653844545088418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes. i'm the shortest person in my family of four. i console myself my telling them that i'm travel size; good for bringing on trips because i will not cause any overweight in baggage. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/4auz3.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, there's nothing much in sea world. couple of animals shows.. and not very thrilling rides... the thing i love most about sea world is probably their churros with strawberry filling which is so damn finger-licking good. but i love to see how smart the animals are especially the dolphins. i can never get sick of watching them jumping out of the water, performing cute stunts that makes u go "awww".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/4auz4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures from the aquarium. definitely better than singapore's underwater world but so far, i think hong kong's ocean park has the best aquarium of all (their stingrays are freaking HUGE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/4auz2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at some diner near our hotel because we had to go for the glo-worm night tour. it was a good experience despite having to walk in a pitch black forest with only a puny torch. we ended the trek at a glo-worm cave. couldn't take any pictures because the glo-worms will stop glowing if i did. it was a beautiful sight though. just imagine a cave full of glowing dots and you'll probably get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i shall end of this post with a picture of my dad, enjoying his ride on the CHILDREN'S carousel. yes, i just had to emphasize on that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5AhkrnDK7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/JbOj6hVwk70/s1600-h/4auz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5AhkrnDK7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/JbOj6hVwk70/s400/4auz5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156658487404735410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s1600-h/satisfied.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s400/satisfied.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099213738907128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | satisfied]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - stop and stare]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6678273640902898116?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6678273640902898116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6678273640902898116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6678273640902898116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6678273640902898116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/01/auzzie-day-4.html' title='auzzie day 4'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R5AdWbnDK6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/H6_qS2mJiuk/s72-c/4auz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3539687581749614952</id><published>2008-01-12T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:52.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>He's got the whole world in His hands</title><content type='html'>this is yet another super backdated post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jdq7nDK1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/FD4H5fzlBvQ/s1600-h/cuz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jdq7nDK1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/FD4H5fzlBvQ/s400/cuz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154613503151254354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the cuzzies on new year's eve eve. cherie was in singapore for a couple of days and i couldn't let her go back to canada without seeing her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping at bugis village because cherie wanted some stuff. had venezia to cool ourselves down after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cuz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;there's a story behind this picture. i was telling pongie how grapey she looked because she was wearing purple. and cherie started asking us if we've watched the silly new ribena advert about the ribena berry and the lemon. i looked up and the poster was staring right back at me. i turned to cherie wide-eyed and said, "you're the lemon". thus, they started posing like the berry + lemon. they did tell me to be the bottle but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the very same day, my parents decided to try out the newly bought teppanyaki grill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jiKbnDK2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GpibqaU_py0/s1600-h/teppan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jiKbnDK2I/AAAAAAAAAdc/GpibqaU_py0/s400/teppan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154618442363644770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to go to seoul garden anymore. just come to my place. :D hoho~ with this, i can have okonomiyakis as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on new year's eve, i met up with the carbohydrates for our christmas gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jjPLnDK3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/pAO7EPVMn4g/s1600-h/carbos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jjPLnDK3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/pAO7EPVMn4g/s400/carbos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154619623479651186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon bee and i had lunch at crepes &amp;amp; cream first before meeting up with noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=carbos2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/carbos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the savory crepes are more worth it than the dessert crepes. the ham and mushroom crepe we had was really tasty. but my favorite place for crepes is still at marche's. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/carbos3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we camwhored a little while waiting for noodles to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jlD7nDK4I/AAAAAAAAAds/c8oXTOqAuAI/s1600-h/carbos4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jlD7nDK4I/AAAAAAAAAds/c8oXTOqAuAI/s400/carbos4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154621629229378434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gave her her belated birthday present because we didn't have time to meet up during her actual bithday. glad that she liked it. the octopus represents her and the monkey represents her boyfriend. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jlELnDK5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2yU_DllYZcM/s1600-h/carbos5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jlELnDK5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/2yU_DllYZcM/s400/carbos5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154621633524345746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around far east plaza and their things are seriously overpriced. the same $10 top at bugis village was going at $19.90 at FEP. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. the weekends are ending soon. back to school and back to the mad rush of neverending projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s1600-h/blah.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118961591263569490" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s400/blah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | blah]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - dreaming out loud]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3539687581749614952?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3539687581749614952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3539687581749614952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3539687581749614952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3539687581749614952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/01/hes-got-whole-world-in-his-hands.html' title='He&apos;s got the whole world in His hands'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4jdq7nDK1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/FD4H5fzlBvQ/s72-c/cuz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2094931236030057019</id><published>2008-01-09T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:52.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>kim chee fried rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4TDsbnDK0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/e8CxpizSRU0/s1600-h/kimcheefr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4TDsbnDK0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/e8CxpizSRU0/s400/kimcheefr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153459041711893314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like eating this because of coffee prince + i had a tub of kim chee in the fridge.   :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2094931236030057019?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2094931236030057019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2094931236030057019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2094931236030057019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2094931236030057019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/01/kim-chee-fried-rice.html' title='kim chee fried rice'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R4TDsbnDK0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/e8CxpizSRU0/s72-c/kimcheefr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4434329526244092663</id><published>2008-01-03T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:53.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>have a merry girlie christmas</title><content type='html'>okay, this post is super backdated because i've been lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the girlie-girls during the christmas week. ah liam and i planned the entire outing because we wanted to cheer gwen aka mama up. (:  and i'm glad she enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met at clarke quay and passed her a piece of paper which reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3ygRt4AjlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-6cTiwwrjWw/s1600-h/cxmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3ygRt4AjlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-6cTiwwrjWw/s400/cxmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151168300037738066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's supposed to guess where we're heading to. there are 4 strips in total containing clues on where we are heading next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;station one was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cxmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think manhattan fish market has a wider range of dishes compared to fish and co. they have baked fish dishes which makes me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cxmas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had the baked fish with garden herbs. it's similar to fish and co.'s grilled dory with coriander but juicier and tastier. ah liam and mama had fish and chips. according to their feedbacks, they said that it's better than fish and co. as well. for starters, we had the shrimp peas soup and prawns with garlic butter sauce. it wasn't worth it though. $10.90 for just 6 pieces of prawns. it would probably be worth it for people with money but for students like us, it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3yost4AjmI/AAAAAAAAAck/C5h16ofAAg4/s1600-h/cxmas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3yost4AjmI/AAAAAAAAAck/C5h16ofAAg4/s400/cxmas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151177559987228258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer to that is: the singapore river. we sat by the banks, exchanged christmas presents and took loads of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3yrF94AjnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0MoLkJ_Jgaw/s1600-h/cxmas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3yrF94AjnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/0MoLkJ_Jgaw/s400/cxmas5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151180192802180722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah liam's gift to us. love u liam~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3yrGN4AjoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ted8kFYchO0/s1600-h/cxmas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3yrGN4AjoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ted8kFYchO0/s400/cxmas6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151180197097148034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gift to them. sewed them a domo-kun pouch each stuffed with nougats from australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cxmas7.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because camwhoring is the most fun a girl can have besides shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cxmas9.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the colourful backdrops at central mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R30JMt4AjqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/e9LjZD0pKcE/s1600-h/cxmas8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R30JMt4AjqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/e9LjZD0pKcE/s400/cxmas8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151283662859308706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third pit stop was at bugis. we went there because we knew that gwen mama needed new jeans. we spent about 2 hours there before handing her the next clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R30G0d4AjpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TGOOjOpXR4I/s1600-h/cxmas10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R30G0d4AjpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TGOOjOpXR4I/s400/cxmas10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151281047224225426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, this clue was the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cxmas11.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooled ourselves at ice monster, a shop that sells taiwan shaved ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cxmas12.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared a large mixed fruit shaved ice. it was really good; comparable to the ones that you can find in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more picture-taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cxmas13.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we headed down to orchard because gwen mama was meeting her sister there. walked around with ah liam until the pain in our feet became unbearable. we had to find seats to rest our tired little feet before making our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom came home from the office with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/kkwoo.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRISPY KREME air flown from hong kong! one of her colleagues went there for a holiday. this colleague of hers is also known as my "godbrother" because he has been calling my mom, "mummy" since i don't know when. quite silly but oh wells. at least i've got some krispy kreme to eat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will continue blogging about the rest of my australia trip soon (hopefully). my workload is starting to get really huge. 5 more weeks until we graduate! persevere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s1600-h/stressed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s400/stressed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105222630082466626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | stressed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taylor swift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - teardrops on my guitar]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4434329526244092663?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4434329526244092663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4434329526244092663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4434329526244092663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4434329526244092663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-merry-girlie-christmas.html' title='have a merry girlie christmas'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3ygRt4AjlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-6cTiwwrjWw/s72-c/cxmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4616484059338133448</id><published>2007-12-31T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:28:41.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>the last day of 2007</title><content type='html'>how can i not post something on the last day of 2007, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want 2008 to come for some reasons but at the same time, i wish time would just stop. or better yet, rewind to the days when i was 17. that would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4616484059338133448?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4616484059338133448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4616484059338133448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4616484059338133448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4616484059338133448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-day-of-2007.html' title='the last day of 2007'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4296030856956587424</id><published>2007-12-29T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:54.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>flooded</title><content type='html'>wanted to do a really nice update yesterday but my house got flooded(!) so i had to help my parents clean the house. and it had to get flooded when nobody was at home. it was alright when i left the house at 12.15pm. after 2 hours, when i stepped into my house, i got the shock of my life. the whole scene reminded me of jumanji, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/flood1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started from the balcony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XEbt4AjiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wp4U3v00up8/s1600-h/flood2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XEbt4AjiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wp4U3v00up8/s400/flood2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149237729418055202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the dining room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XEb94AjjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bf6ooD3e8ao/s1600-h/flood3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XEb94AjjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bf6ooD3e8ao/s400/flood3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149237733713022514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the kitchen. 2 rooms were affected as well. only the storeroom and the master bedroom was unaffected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cause of this whole shitty flood is due to the renovation upstairs. they were polishing the floor in the morning and deposited the residue into the small pipe at the balcony. the pipe got choked and the water started leaking from our pipe into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this whole thing is a big issue which involves hdb, town council and whatnot. my dad says that he is going to hire a lawyer if the contractor is not willing to pay for the damages (which includes my dad's $2k osim vacuum cleaner. omg, good luck to them).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing my mom is happy about is that my dad finally cleared all the useless rubbish in the balcony. LOL. which means spring cleaning for chinese new year is partly done now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XG694AjkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gl72wrxA0cw/s1600-h/busy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XG694AjkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/gl72wrxA0cw/s400/busy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149240465312222786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | busy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asian kung-fu generation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - after dark (アフターダーク)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4296030856956587424?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4296030856956587424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4296030856956587424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4296030856956587424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4296030856956587424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/flooded.html' title='flooded'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3XEbt4AjiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Wp4U3v00up8/s72-c/flood2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7262934440004139153</id><published>2007-12-26T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:55.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>auzzie day 3: movie world</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JByN4AjdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UYPvtrS1-Pk/s1600-h/3auz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JByN4AjdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UYPvtrS1-Pk/s400/3auz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148249655011741138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day three was spent at movie world. it wasn't really huge but the rides and shows got us through from 10am to 4pm. i think i took all the rides except for the wet/kiddy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started off with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3auz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this performance has to be over before they can officially open up movie world for the day; something like their daily ritual. this was more for the little ones though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3auz2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter, nancy drew made us take the looney tunes river ride even though most of us rather not (it's still the same ride from 13 years ago). she could have just let us roam around on our own and sit down for a cup of coffee or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JH9d4AjeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/v7k7G7amebU/s1600-h/3auz8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JH9d4AjeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/v7k7G7amebU/s400/3auz8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148256445355036130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, my brother and i took the lethal weapon ride. it was awesome. my dad calls it the get-thrown-around-like-a-rag-doll coaster. lol. in a way yes, there were so many bends, loops, sidewinders i couldn't really tell what was going on throughout the ride. i couldn't even feel my dangling legs. plus my vision was kinda blurry because it was going quite fast. but it was immensely enjoyable. my mom said i was insane because the camera captured me smiling whereas my brother's face was scrunched up in fear. LOL. oh well, i'm a sucker for roller coasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other mentionable rides are the the batwing spaceshot and the superman escape roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3auz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad actually took this ride 3 times. not as thrilling as lethal weapon but still enjoyable. the view was really nice from the top though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JhM94AjfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RHrgYJMMayI/s1600-h/3auz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JhM94AjfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/RHrgYJMMayI/s400/3auz4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148284199433702898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the superman escape ride. i took this ride alone because my brother was too chicken. i was a wee bit hesitant at first. i mean, look at the steepness of those tracks! but i did not regret one single bit. the experience was really something. it was way faster than lethal weapon (less than 10 seconds?) and contains more terrifying g-forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch while queuing up for the 4D shrek show. no pictures because i was too famished. it was just a chicken salad sandwich anyway. better than subway definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JwNN4AjgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pqqKC86p298/s1600-h/3auz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JwNN4AjgI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pqqKC86p298/s400/3auz5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148300696403086850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dessert! walls mango gelato (mine) and chocolate mint (mom's). ice creams in australia are much larger than the ones here. i prefer &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.rcicecreambrisbane.com.au/" target=_blank&gt;copenhagen&lt;/a&gt; though because it's made freshly on the spot (including the cones). there's one outlet near the hotel and we walk pass it every single day. i would always look out for this cute guy who works there in the night. must be his summer job or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/3auz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did loads more at movie world but they're not really worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back to the hotel at around 4.30pm. we went to a nearby supermarket to get fruits and non-fat yoghurt to go with the cereal at breakfast because the hotel only serves whole cream ones. i love yoplait's non-fat cheesecake yoghurt which isn't available in singapore (i've only checked ntuc. not sure about cold storage or marketplace though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was chinese. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3J3l94AjhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/iHpd5wCqQu8/s1600-h/calm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3J3l94AjhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/iHpd5wCqQu8/s400/calm.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148308818186243602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | calm]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;timbaland (feat. one republic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - apologize]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7262934440004139153?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7262934440004139153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7262934440004139153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7262934440004139153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7262934440004139153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/auzzie-day-3-movie-world.html' title='auzzie day 3: movie world'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3JByN4AjdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UYPvtrS1-Pk/s72-c/3auz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1149570700731133690</id><published>2007-12-25T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:55.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>ho ho ho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a quick doodle (which i did last night) from me to you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v644/claire_pigsrulz/merryxmas2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow or rather, there's not much christmas spirit in me this year. it doesn't feel like christmas this time round despite the gifts and decorations etc. christmas meetups with the g-girls (ah liam, are we really called gossip girls now? lmao!) and carbohydrates are on the way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3Bs9N4AjcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KEHO3KrkSE0/s1600-h/hohohobun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3Bs9N4AjcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KEHO3KrkSE0/s400/hohohobun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147734173036875202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;this santa claus head bun is called "ho ho ho!" and it's sold at all breadtalk outlets. the pink hat makes me go lol the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1149570700731133690?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1149570700731133690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1149570700731133690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1149570700731133690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1149570700731133690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R3Bs9N4AjcI/AAAAAAAAAbU/KEHO3KrkSE0/s72-c/hohohobun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7587617870044354657</id><published>2007-12-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:56.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>auzzie day 2 : paradise country</title><content type='html'>immediately after getting off the plane at the brisbane airport, we were shoo-ed into the tour bus by our tour leader, nancy (we call her nancy drew behind her back). everybody was feeling really lethargic and lifeless because sleeping on the plane is seriously pain-inducing unless you're in the business/first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2-ltt4AjZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qzeWWSrmDdU/s1600-h/2auz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2-ltt4AjZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qzeWWSrmDdU/s400/2auz5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147515103934975378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, we spent the whole afternoon at paradise country. i don't think the place suits it's name though. it's so commercialized, i can sense that even the animals don't feel happy there. a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; farm rears and raises animals but apparently this "farm" only puts a couple of each animal for show. i was tremendously disappointed. i thought i could milk the cows, feed the sheeps and kangeroos, even hug a cuddly koala bear. but no! i did nothing of such. all i could do was take pictures of them. that's it. well, at least i got to experience the real farm 13 years ago. i'm glad those memories are still vividly etched in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the fur of the koala bear makes me sad. it shows that they are not very well taken care of. but yeah, they're still cute and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total number of kangeroos available in the "farm": 4. these two were free to roam around for tourists to take pictures with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some very lonely farm animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2-rnd4AjaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/to-xw5IvJuk/s1600-h/2auz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2-rnd4AjaI/AAAAAAAAAbE/to-xw5IvJuk/s400/2auz3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147521593630559650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably the most natural farm-ish looking picture i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so little animals to look at, you might be wondering how the hell we managed to spend 5 hours in that pathetic farm. it's due to their shows/demonstrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we had the sheep shearing show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz7.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that man is 50 years old but he looks like he's in his 30s. wonders of the caucasian gene. the show was alright. the whole process looked painful though. but the sheep did not make a single sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz6.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of random sheeps. the last one amuses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we had lunch (was too hungry to take pictures. just imagine fresh poached dory fish with lots of green salad) followed by the making of billy tea which made my eyes tear like crazy due to the soot. billy tea bread was really good though. tasted like scones. the whole "farm" thing ended with a boomerang throwing show and some whip cracking thing. nothing much really. i just wanted the whole thing to end asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept like a log while the bus brought us to our hotel. it's called the vibe hotel and located right in the middle of surfer's paradise. i like. it was also a 5 minute walk away from the shopping district and 10 minutes from the gold coast beach. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz8.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of my room (it was one of the most spacious hotel rooms i have ever lived in). i had to share the room with my stinky brother. i took the bed next to the window of course. because i've always wanted the sun to shine on my butt when i wake up (you know, like in the movies). the next day, the sun &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; shine on my butt. but it was so freaking hot, i woke up and closed the curtains. i checked the clock and went "what the hell" because it was only 4am and i don't need to get up until 7. -_- so ever since, i made sure that the curtains are closed before i go to bed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz9.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;views from my balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/2auz10.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one small part of the shopping district near the hotel. the first shop that we went into was mango. there was some christmas sale going on and i got these two tops for 19 bucks each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2-4Tt4AjbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/t8EihcODJac/s1600-h/2auz11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2-4Tt4AjbI/AAAAAAAAAbM/t8EihcODJac/s400/2auz11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147535547979304370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at some chinese restaurant. it's included in the tour package so we can't get to choose what we want to eat. i mean, who the hell eats chinese food in a western country. but thankfully, only 2 dinners were included in the package. yes, the other dinner was chinese as well. -_- meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas eve. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsaMBPVZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_07Rprg0nH8/s1600-h/happy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsaMBPVZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_07Rprg0nH8/s400/happy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099917580967727714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | happy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - if only she knew]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7587617870044354657?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7587617870044354657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7587617870044354657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7587617870044354657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7587617870044354657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/auzzie-day-2-paradise-country.html' title='auzzie day 2 : paradise country'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2-ltt4AjZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qzeWWSrmDdU/s72-c/2auz5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1442256901583614388</id><published>2007-12-22T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:56.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>auzzie day 1: is it even day 1?!</title><content type='html'>first of all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday mommy&lt;/span&gt;! i sewed her a strawberry pouch with my atrocious sewing skills. the zip came out though because i did not sew a stopper for it. :( and she laughed at me. lol! but it's still usable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day one should not even be considered as day one because my flight was at 11.10pm (GMT+8) and arrived at brisbane airport at about 10am, australia time (GMT+10) :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2xzT94AjXI/AAAAAAAAAas/LZq9xTeiMvw/s1600-h/auz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2xzT94AjXI/AAAAAAAAAas/LZq9xTeiMvw/s400/auz3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146615261041823090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight to the airport after marketing paper with beloved ah liam who accompanied me until my family came. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around terminal 1 and 2, had tea at popeye's and camwhored a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/auz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a free regular coleslaw because the counter girl finds ah liam pretty. LOL. the whipped potato was really good. well, not the best but better than KFC's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about 3 hours or so, my family finally arrived at the airport. we had dinner at sakae sushi because i love japanese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/auz2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't eat a lot though because we knew that there would be food served to us on the plane. and they sure did, at an ungodly hour of 2.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we slacked a bit at starbucks before checking in with the whole tour group which consisted of 30 people. had green tea latte because i was feeling a wee bit cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2xzUN4AjYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/9yA3DHYqhwk/s1600-h/auz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2xzUN4AjYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/9yA3DHYqhwk/s400/auz4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146615265336790402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tour group was mainly made up of families with tiny kids. i don't think people should bring their little kids to holidays because they won't remember a single thing when they grow up. waste of experience and money, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a little bit of duty free shopping and boarded the flight at 10.20pm. watched ratatouille, slept for 3 hours and watched half of no reservations which i continued on my flight back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;____________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it for day one which is not even day one. it's so freaking noisy now, i think i'm about to have a headache. stupid renovations and upgrading work. it's irritating me. now that i'm back from australia, i'm feeling so bloody stressed till'  the point that i've lost all the fun experienced from auzzie. :( boo-hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RznDOBs2KZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uEA6r4z9Mwg/s1600-h/irritated.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RznDOBs2KZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uEA6r4z9Mwg/s400/irritated.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132347896107510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | irritated]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the veronicas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - someone wake me up]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1442256901583614388?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1442256901583614388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1442256901583614388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1442256901583614388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1442256901583614388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/auzzie-day-1-is-it-even-day-1.html' title='auzzie day 1: is it even day 1?!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2xzT94AjXI/AAAAAAAAAas/LZq9xTeiMvw/s72-c/auz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2644121160491810192</id><published>2007-12-21T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:25:09.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/auzzie1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i've made my blog firefox-friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2644121160491810192?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2644121160491810192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2644121160491810192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2644121160491810192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2644121160491810192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-101961482852808896</id><published>2007-12-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:57.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>waraku v.2</title><content type='html'>met up with pongie for &lt;strike&gt;lunch&lt;/strike&gt; tea today at marina square's pasta de waraku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/waraku1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how pongie look's like when she's excited and hungry at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that the pizza was really good despite its super thin crust. so if you're a thick crust lover, you might not like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered a pizza set meal each. the pasta choice was really limited though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/waraku2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because pongie was late for an hour, dessert was on her at azabu sabo (thanks again, pongie!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R1__0Kd-TVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DE4aOiZBQIg/s1600-h/matchaice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R1__0Kd-TVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DE4aOiZBQIg/s400/matchaice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143110571108748626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft ice cream with green tea sauce and anko paste. good stuff. out of the whole menu, this was the only item that's worth its price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i met my dad at sun plaza to get a new phone, the auspicious-coloured W910i. it's so auspicious-looking, i think even my grandmother would love it. (: i got this because i'm tired of black phones. it's 100 times lighter than my bulky nokia and it even has this mood sensing function which plays emo songs when you're feeling emo. i haven't tried that function yet so i'm not really sure if it works. but obviously you have to put your emo songs under the sad category. some people might prefer to put happy songs in the sad category and why am i rambling so much i should stop now because i have a marketing test to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2ACNKd-TWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jawpRz1Q20M/s1600-h/w910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R2ACNKd-TWI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jawpRz1Q20M/s400/w910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143113199628733794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s1600-h/blah.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118961591263569490" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s400/blah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | blah]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UVERWorld&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - ukiyo crossing]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-101961482852808896?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/101961482852808896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=101961482852808896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/101961482852808896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/101961482852808896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/waraku-v2.html' title='waraku v.2'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R1__0Kd-TVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/DE4aOiZBQIg/s72-c/matchaice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1024253129799226523</id><published>2007-12-03T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:57.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i heart pumpkins</title><content type='html'>went grocery shopping at takashimaya's cold storage with my mummy yesterday, after morning service. bought my favourite ingredients like enoki mushrooms (the noodle-ish mushrooms) and kabocha (japanese pumpkin). we saw japanese-imported strawberries (happy!) but when we looked at the price tag, we went O_O. it was $42.90 for around 12 pieces? dang! and it was so puny compared to the ones that you can actually find in japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bento4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lunch for today! it's by far the most scrumptious one because of my pumpkin and the overnight pasta which my mom made for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this week pass by quickly and peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R1PeGKd-TUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/IDhBKacFT0s/s1600-R/lethargic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R1PeGKd-TUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7IU-4ctnE_Q/s400/lethargic.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139695797230521666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | lethargic]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the veronicas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - untouched]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1024253129799226523?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1024253129799226523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1024253129799226523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1024253129799226523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1024253129799226523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-heart-pumpkins.html' title='i heart pumpkins'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R1PeGKd-TUI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7IU-4ctnE_Q/s72-c/lethargic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4149547512814265546</id><published>2007-11-30T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:57.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>rummy in my tummy</title><content type='html'>i want to graduate from school, like now! please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/11/2007 (saturday)&lt;/span&gt;: woke up early for a jogging session at east coast park with ah liamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/jogginatecp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ambience was really relaxing compared to me jogging around my house area. the ang mo kio park does not even come close. had healthy subway for lunch after that and sat under the sun for a little while in hopes of getting a tan. but it was obviously a failed attempt because i only got a little red in the face. that's it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26/11/2007 (monday)&lt;/span&gt;: went for dinner at ikea with ah liamy and the afc guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R095iFff7II/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jxj17VBiBCY/s1600-R/ikea3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R095iFff7II/AAAAAAAAAZ4/D-l4LWp3zdw/s400/ikea3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138459326349831298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to have meatballs at first but decided to switch to poached salmon for my supply of omega-3s. *coughs* [/health-speak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my mom a 17-piece tupperware set at a dirt-cheap price of $7.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27/11/2007 (tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;: i finally sent out my handmade christmas cards for deviantart's &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://news.deviantart.com/article/37010/" target=_blank&gt;holiday card project&lt;/a&gt; (such a great project with a great purpose):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0976Vff7JI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LMiesxRCtXk/s1600-R/xmascards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0976Vff7JI/AAAAAAAAAaA/NlXA3XqLUMA/s400/xmascards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138461941984914578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been sitting on my table for weeks because i keep forgetting to bring it out with me :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29/11/2007 (thursday)&lt;/span&gt;: made lunch for school once again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bento3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, it was faster because i prepared everything the night before :D i only had to boil my eggs and fry the vegetables in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lunch meeting with my fyp client later. :\ it's going to be quite awkward but oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s1600-h/stressed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s400/stressed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105222630082466626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | stressed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the veronics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - hook me up]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4149547512814265546?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4149547512814265546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4149547512814265546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4149547512814265546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4149547512814265546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/11/rummy-in-my-tummy.html' title='rummy in my tummy'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R095iFff7II/AAAAAAAAAZ4/D-l4LWp3zdw/s72-c/ikea3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-628825106077710614</id><published>2007-11-20T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:58.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>leave me be</title><content type='html'>sometimes, i wish i could be a kid again - with no worries, pressure or anything that would affect my mood negatively. but it's such a selfish wish and i shall not dwell on that further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday (18/11/2007):&lt;/span&gt; went to church for morning service before meeting ah liamz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0KNtVff7GI/AAAAAAAAAZo/t44oxcRG4CI/s1600-h/ahliamz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0KNtVff7GI/AAAAAAAAAZo/t44oxcRG4CI/s400/ahliamz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134822335158676578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.saybons.com/" target=_blank&gt;saybons&lt;/a&gt; at plaza singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0KKRVff7FI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Vkth5gDrngw/s1600-h/saybons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0KKRVff7FI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Vkth5gDrngw/s400/saybons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134818555587456082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;the media has been raving about saybons ever since it opened, but it wasn't really fantastic. the brocolli and cheddar soup was delish but the crepes are not worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we walked around town; combed far east plaza to be exact because i wanted to look for the balenciaga inspired motorcycle bag that gwen mama told me about but i couldn't find what i wanted. :( but at least i got a royal blue cardigan from cotton-on body at wisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we rested our tired little feet at MOS burger and bumped into boony. chatted for a little while before heading to AMK hub for dinner and grocery shopping with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ichibansushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad decided to be generous this week and brought us to ichiban sushi. the sashimi was really fresh and i had my fill of inari sushi which i have been craving for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i need space to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0KQfVff7HI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IHFCh61Te1o/s1600-h/uncomfortable.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0KQfVff7HI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IHFCh61Te1o/s400/uncomfortable.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134825393175391346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | uncomfortable]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skye sweetnam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - music is my boyfriend]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-628825106077710614?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/628825106077710614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=628825106077710614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/628825106077710614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/628825106077710614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/11/leave-me-be.html' title='leave me be'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/R0KNtVff7GI/AAAAAAAAAZo/t44oxcRG4CI/s72-c/ahliamz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8351079115205415453</id><published>2007-11-13T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:58.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>おにぎりおたべます！onigiri o tabemasu!</title><content type='html'>it's been quite a while since my last update because there's nothing much happening right now other than projects, projects and more projects. :) i'm so LOVING this life of mine (sarcasm intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to talk about what i ate today. quite a random topic to talk about but oh well, who cares:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bento2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lunch bento. :D dragged it to school because i'm saving money + diet constraints (school food does not contain enough vegetables unless you buy salad as a side. yes, i'm unleashing the health freak in me yet again). i think i took 40 minutes to make this. which is way too long. bentos should only take you the most, 20 minutes to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for dinner, i made onigiri (stuffed with sautéed marinated pork+onions/eggs/furikake)  and a vegetable dish (brocolli with carrots) for my family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/onigiriii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been craving for japanese food for the longest time. or shall i say that i crave for japanese food all the time. my dad was quite happy that i cooked because after a long day at work, he wants to have a good meal all prepared for him instead of doing it himself. he did cook the soup though :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;who do you think you are, seriously?  jennifer aniston?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RznDOBs2KZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uEA6r4z9Mwg/s1600-h/irritated.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RznDOBs2KZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uEA6r4z9Mwg/s400/irritated.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132347896107510162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | irritated]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - that's what you get]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8351079115205415453?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8351079115205415453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8351079115205415453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8351079115205415453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8351079115205415453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/11/onigiri-o-tabemasu.html' title='おにぎりおたべます！onigiri o tabemasu!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RznDOBs2KZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uEA6r4z9Mwg/s72-c/irritated.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4135146915149016986</id><published>2007-11-07T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:59.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>consequences</title><content type='html'>i have been wanting to blog for days but there's so many things to do. *pulls hair* i don't even have time to catch up on my dramas :( hopefully i'll finish 90% of my stuff by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, ah du, gwen mama and i went to east coast park with the guys for a day of roller-blading fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEfBkvQbdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rH1gte3Mkng/s1600-h/rollerblading1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEfBkvQbdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rH1gte3Mkng/s400/rollerblading1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129915562453921234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a huge sense of achievement after the whole thing because i didn't expect myself to   learn the basics that fast (i still have slope phobias though). gwen mama looks so cute in the picture (above) even though you can't see her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, my whole body ached like i've just been trampled on by a stampede of 10,000 people. and my butt feels like it has been kicked 1,000,000 times. it still aches like crazy now with a bruise in the loveliest shade of blue and black on my left butt cheek. and a single prod can make me curse and swear like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got blisters on my ankles as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEew0vQbcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/N3ntSDcTbzI/s1600-h/blisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEew0vQbcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/N3ntSDcTbzI/s400/blisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129915274691112386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks disgustingly gross, no? big thanks to the socks that the rentals provided me with; cuts into the skin like blades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all these, i have urges to blade again. unlike jogging, it relieves more stress as i'm concentrating on balancing myself instead of thinking about "what am i going to do later", "deadline is on monday", etc. but it's expensive and burns holes in my pockets. so... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, the girls and i went to ikea for lunch as we only had 15 minutes of cmsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEhlUvQbeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Nm9xjZF0Y1U/s1600-h/ikea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEhlUvQbeI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Nm9xjZF0Y1U/s400/ikea1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129918375657500130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the swedish meatballs. surprisingly i find that it goes really well with the jam provided. personal preference though because ah du did not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEhlUvQbfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/irasVulsW2U/s1600-h/ikea2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEhlUvQbfI/AAAAAAAAAZI/irasVulsW2U/s400/ikea2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129918375657500146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so craving for it now. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;this shitstorm's neverending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s1600-h/stressed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s400/stressed.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105222630082466626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | stressed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;armor for sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - williamsburg]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4135146915149016986?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4135146915149016986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4135146915149016986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4135146915149016986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4135146915149016986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/11/consequences.html' title='consequences'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RzEfBkvQbdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/rH1gte3Mkng/s72-c/rollerblading1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6868371200332575763</id><published>2007-10-31T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:08:59.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>can you feel the pressure now?</title><content type='html'>met up with cuzzie pong yesterday. gave her a belated birthday treat at gelare, our favourite cuzzie hangout destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/pongiegelare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notice how pongie always has this delighted grin on her face when she's at gelare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waffles with blueberry cheesecake yoghurt = yum. yoghurt has never tasted so good. and the best thing is that it's 97% fat free. me likes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around raffles city a lil' bit. saw this cherry-print happyhouse bag going for only 8 bucks. we were quite tempted to get it due to the price but the print colours were a little runny. that explains why it's so cheap. i didn't buy it in the end because i'm still waiting for 2 spree bags to arrive. it's taking forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/pongiegelare2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my precious time doing something really unnecessary but i just had to do it because a plain ol' notebook just turns me off. so there you go, a really fangirl-ish notebook featuring the academy is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RygP0UvQbaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s6U4CGYlGDk/s1600-h/TAInotebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127365567355841954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RygP0UvQbaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s6U4CGYlGDk/s400/TAInotebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't take very long either because i had the stuffs cut out during the weekends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl now. well, not exactly... :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s1600-h/blah.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118961591263569490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s400/blah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | blah]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daughtry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - what about now]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6868371200332575763?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6868371200332575763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6868371200332575763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6868371200332575763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6868371200332575763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-you-feel-pressure-now.html' title='can you feel the pressure now?'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RygP0UvQbaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/s6U4CGYlGDk/s72-c/TAInotebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7828933373848752765</id><published>2007-10-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:00.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>どら焼き dorayaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125273325577203074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RyCg70vQbYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lUvLU0lmYY4/s400/dorayaki1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made dorayaki (pancakes with red bean filling a.k.a. doraemon's favourite food) earlier this afternoon. and it rocked. really. i'm not one who'll praise my own cooking but it's seriously good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/dorayaki2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://japanesefood.about.com/od/japanesecake/r/dorayaki.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (i made loads of amendments though) is definitely for keeps. :) and azuki beans are way overpriced at supermarkets. get them at daiso instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please try this recipe. you'll get hooked like crazy. trust me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RyClFUvQbZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/odP_sM8N-1o/s1600-h/accomplished.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RyClFUvQbZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/odP_sM8N-1o/s400/accomplished.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125277886832471442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | accomplished]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cobra starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - the city is at war]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7828933373848752765?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7828933373848752765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7828933373848752765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7828933373848752765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7828933373848752765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/dorayaki.html' title='どら焼き dorayaki'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RyCg70vQbYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lUvLU0lmYY4/s72-c/dorayaki1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5237907971633651422</id><published>2007-10-25T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:00.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>when you're home alone</title><content type='html'>it has been 3 days since school started. my timetable is rather empty (fridays off! :D ) but i guess we'll be staying back in school loads in the future due to the major project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with noodles and soon bee at AMKhub for dinner yesterday. it's been a loooong time since we met up with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/noorice2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're getting married soon and i don't even have a boyfriend :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at this noodle place which served food court standard dishes at a higher price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/noorice1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they might look good to you but they taste only mediocre. so i have nothing much to rave about whatever you see above. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around the hub to digest our food and bumped into my SIP supervisor at NTUC. he looks quite haggard, &lt;strike&gt;probably&lt;/strike&gt; definitely due to the stress at zhss. after which we slacked at macdonalds, sharing a cup of mochaccino and talking about marriage and babies. :\ those two really plan far ahead. me? i'm just happy being young and single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125121740934294242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RyAXEb8FKuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HhKMgEaieic/s400/noorice3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, is mcCafe's mochaccino. it bland and i don't taste the mocha goodness you can taste in a cup of starbucks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, even though i've got no school today and can very well slack the whole day, i chose not to and gave myself a list of things to do (aren't i hardworking?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125122260625337074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RyAXir8FKvI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wnesbxHgYVU/s400/todo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already done two of the eleven tasks! not bad, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was packing up my wardrobe and found the yukata, bought from japan, still wrapped in a plastic bag. so i decided to "air" it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/yukataa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i will ever wear this out of the house though. probably never. maybe i'll just wear it at home, close my eyes and pretend that i'm in japan. haha! what a retarded idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s1600-h/satisfied.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s400/satisfied.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099213738907128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | satisfied]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cobra starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - one day, robots will cry]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5237907971633651422?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5237907971633651422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5237907971633651422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5237907971633651422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5237907971633651422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-youre-home-alone.html' title='when you&apos;re home alone'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RyAXEb8FKuI/AAAAAAAAAYA/HhKMgEaieic/s72-c/noorice3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4756992525216843016</id><published>2007-10-19T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:01.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>hold your head high heavy heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122932894815321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RxhQU0uhf2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/LvDZ6NquxcU/s400/missauntie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is really quiet. it used to be filled with little sounds - the boiling of water in pots, the chop chop chopping, endless chatter of auntie's voice... but it's all gone now and i can only fill myself up by blasting music in my ears. yes, i'm still surviving but i was really frustrated the past couple of days due to PMS. you should see the way i chop the chicken (or maybe you shouldn't). my mom says it's natural to be like that at the beginning. but it's so... ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one day after my maid left, the market three blocks away from my house was burnt down. i literally saw the huge flames swallow it up. i'm glad that nobody got hurt though. i have more than 30 favourite stalls in that market! but seriously, just when we needed the market the most, it had to get burnt down. coincidence or cursed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with ah du and gwen mama on monday. had lunch at vil'age before going to far east plaza for some retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/vilage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ALWAYS eat savoury crepes when i go to vil'age (ex-marche). i had strawberry crepes for dessert too. :D i just go crepe crazy when i'm there. ah du's cheese sausage was really good but too much of it will make you nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/vilage2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chopped off my long hair on sunday. i actually brought along pictures of hayley along with me. it doesn't look quite like hers but i'm satisfied with it. at least i can now headbang without having my whole face covered with hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start preparing for dinner in awhile. i've been cooking dinner for the past 3 days and i must say it really drains a lot of time away from me. the oyaku-don (chicken and egg rice bowl) i made 2 days ago looked like crap (that's why i didn't take a picture of it) but tasted really oishii~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once school starts, it's going to be sandwich or stew for dinner almost everyday :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075141935471964242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm6Gs3h-sFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j2kga52k-eI/s400/crappy.png" border="0" /&gt; | crappy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the academy is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - the phrase that pays]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4756992525216843016?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4756992525216843016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4756992525216843016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4756992525216843016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4756992525216843016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/hold-your-head-high-heavy-heart.html' title='hold your head high heavy heart'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RxhQU0uhf2I/AAAAAAAAAX4/LvDZ6NquxcU/s72-c/missauntie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3091141788741060988</id><published>2007-10-13T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:01.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>chinatown</title><content type='html'>yesterday was officially the last day of my 6-week job! (i limped around the office with difficulty and gwen mama kept calling me "white leg girl". hmph!) i finally get to rest again, even though it's only for a week, i'm happy :D i know gwen's going to miss her dr. yim aka professor turtle (who gave her a golden abacus keychain. go check, maybe it's 16 carats. haha!) our supervisors are so nice, they treated us to lunch. we did resist their offer but they insisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/DS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at breakthrough dimsum cafe at people's park center. i've been craving for dim sums ever since gwen started raving to me about this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ds2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chee cheong fun and the century egg porridge are my favourites. the cystal chive ball was rather good too because i love chives. i would so definitely go back to this place. not only was the food good, the people there were friendly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never leave chinatown without shopping for some chains and pendants to make me some necklaces. went to our usual knick-knack shops. i couldn't walk very fast due to my ankle but i still had lots of energy. :D shopping makes me high and i forget about the pain. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we had desserts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/DS3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waiter introduced the walnut and almond paste which was quite tasty but i could finish it because too much of it made me... kinda sick. so, always share your desserts. lol. look at the colourful menu. i guess that's what attracted us (and the glutinous rice balls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was only 8pm, we proceeded on to people's park complex and i have to say that stuff in chinatown don't come cheap. the clothes are all above 40 bucks and shoes range from 29-50. but some shoes can't be found in orchard or bugis and one pair caught my eye. but since i seldom go to chinatown, i doubt i'll have a chance to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my september pay! i can resume all online shopping again. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s1600-h/satisfied.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s400/satisfied.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099213738907128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | satisfied]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - crushcrushcrush]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3091141788741060988?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3091141788741060988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3091141788741060988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3091141788741060988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3091141788741060988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/chinatown.html' title='chinatown'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s72-c/satisfied.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8072125300113623667</id><published>2007-10-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:01.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>sprained</title><content type='html'>argh! i sprained my right ankle while jogging today. i tripped and fell in the middle of a small road. luckily there were no cars if not it'll be double the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mom brought me to see a physician. his massage was sooo good. i'm feeling a little better now but i still feel a bit of the pain. my mom forbade me to run for a week. :( i'll feel uncomfortable if i don't run! we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heal you bloody ankle, heal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, it's the last day of work tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075141935471964242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm6Gs3h-sFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j2kga52k-eI/s400/crappy.png" border="0" /&gt; | crappy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so they say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - just forget]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8072125300113623667?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8072125300113623667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8072125300113623667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8072125300113623667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8072125300113623667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/sprained.html' title='sprained'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm6Gs3h-sFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j2kga52k-eI/s72-c/crappy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-9190520981460201314</id><published>2007-10-08T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:01.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>kids nowadays..</title><content type='html'>some random 12 year old girl added me on msn. :\ she got my email from this billy martin fanlisting site which i joined like many years ago. first thing she said to me was, "look at my display picture, billy is so sexy here!" (i thought she was at &lt;strong&gt;least &lt;/strong&gt;14-16 years old when she said that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 12, my friends and i were into pink, hello kitty (*cringe*) and &lt;em&gt;huan zhu gege&lt;/em&gt; (oh, the horror). i don't think i have ever used the word sexy to describe any guy. i know times have changed and kids are getting more appalling by the second but i don't know... i just have this funny feeling in my tummy. lol. and this 12 year old is listening to the same music that i'm listening to (at least she doesn't listen to cobra starship or the academy is. LOL). it's so... degrading. haha! i know music is for all ages to enjoy but i can't help but feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahs. just ignore this randomly random post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s1600-h/blah.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118961591263569490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s400/blah.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | blah]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cobra starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - the city is at war]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-9190520981460201314?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/9190520981460201314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=9190520981460201314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/9190520981460201314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/9190520981460201314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/kids-nowadays.html' title='kids nowadays..'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rwo0ciIiJlI/AAAAAAAAAXw/cgfsg1wq9yA/s72-c/blah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7926638859473819721</id><published>2007-10-07T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:01.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>いただきます itadakimasu!</title><content type='html'>sushi sunday has come and gone! the food is all in our tummies now and by tomorrow, it'll come out from our butts as brown goo. LOL. alright i shall stop being gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mummy and i slaved in the kitchen for almost 2 hours making all these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/hmsushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assorted sushi/udon/salad with japanese dressing/tamago sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, tamago sushi was actually quite easy to make despite hearing from people that it's very difficult - you just have to keep rolling the egg, add more egg mixture and roll it again. and i know the rice under the egg looks like crap. i didn't have time to shape it like the pros (who can probably do it in less than one second). i had no time to take pictures of the preparations either. maybe next time :) and since we still have lots of japanese stuff left, i think i'm going to make teriyaki chicken don for dinner sometime next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so full now, i think i might have overate. so it's strictly fruits for snacks instead of oreos/prawn crackers (i doubt there's any left anyways) for the next one week at the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052280549862530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkcgt_oubII/AAAAAAAAAMA/2HMs1MaZFOU/s400/bloated.png" border="0" /&gt; | bloated]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - miracle]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7926638859473819721?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7926638859473819721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7926638859473819721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7926638859473819721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7926638859473819721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/itadakimasu.html' title='いただきます itadakimasu!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkcgt_oubII/AAAAAAAAAMA/2HMs1MaZFOU/s72-c/bloated.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2986141113703568562</id><published>2007-10-05T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:01.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>viva la pasta!</title><content type='html'>alright, alright! so my picture in the previous post was a fakie. why didn't you guys fall for my trick?! hmph! but i am really going to cut my hair soon.. :D but not that short, obviously. i have led 14 years of my life with short hair so i'm not going to chop it all off anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[random] i'm so addicted to the new cobra starship song, i have it on repeat and it has been playing for like more than 5 hours already. insane. overdose = not good at all. i had a serious overdose of lostprophet's album and i've stopped listening to it entirely. but i still love them of course. ian watkins = the hotness. [/random]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough fangirl-ing and talking about stuff that does not interest the major public. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school for major project + semester briefing. not really necessary because i think only 10% of it went into my head? all i could think about was lunch at pasta mania after the briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the student discount starts at 2pm, we had to slack at TM/century square for 2 hours. walked around, smelt the estee lauder pleasures delight perfume (i like), looked at shoes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after enduring the hunger pangs, we could finally have our long awaited lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/pastamaniacrazies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasta mania has cooked up some new recipes so gwen mama and i tried them. i had the cheese sausage s-something pasta, whilst gwen mama had the herbal prawn i-don't-know-what-it-is-called-exactly pasta. my sausages were a tad too salty but other than that, it was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/pastamaniacrazies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, but i kinda like how my spaghetti looks in the first picture. and taking pictures with my french braid is so not flattering. i asked my maid to tie the french braid for me in the morning because i wanted her to do it one last time for me before she leaves on the 15th of october. i am so going to miss her :( more on that when she leaves but for now, i just want to enjoy her cooking and company while i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for sushi sunday! gonna hone my cooking skills so that i can make more delicious food for my family :D but can i not do the dishes? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RwZK2CIiJkI/AAAAAAAAAXo/m6Adgh4eypw/s1600-h/depressed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RwZK2CIiJkI/AAAAAAAAAXo/m6Adgh4eypw/s400/depressed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117860318699202114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | depressed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cobra starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - guilty pleasure]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2986141113703568562?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2986141113703568562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2986141113703568562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2986141113703568562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2986141113703568562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/viva-la-pasta.html' title='viva la pasta!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RwZK2CIiJkI/AAAAAAAAAXo/m6Adgh4eypw/s72-c/depressed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8406033731761892550</id><published>2007-10-03T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:01.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>hair change</title><content type='html'>gwen mama said that i look like a 12 year old. :( &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RwOTcSIiJjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SW9nqJI4hDE/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117095715736266290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RwOTcSIiJjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SW9nqJI4hDE/s400/haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is it that bad? anyways, there's only 6 more working days left to our dim sum feast. can't wait. we've been talking about it since forever. and i'm running out of money yet again. online shopping is seriously too addictive. i think i need to hide my money somewhere so that i can't find/use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon. i can't believe it's already the last semester. how time flies when you're old. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to december's holiday break. (haha. school hasn't even started yet and i'm anticipating for the next break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update again on sunday! i'm making sushi + udon for my family. :] i love japanese food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8406033731761892550?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8406033731761892550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8406033731761892550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8406033731761892550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8406033731761892550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/10/haircut.html' title='hair change'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RwOTcSIiJjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SW9nqJI4hDE/s72-c/haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1624050805907930998</id><published>2007-09-25T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:02.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>omurice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkkUyIiJfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/d45TFH-IFew/s1600-h/omuricey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkkUyIiJfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/d45TFH-IFew/s400/omuricey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114158791329457650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is one of my favourite dishes in the whole wide world. i'm very sure that i will not get sick of it even if i eat it every single day. haha. by the way, the egg is stuffed with ketchup fried rice with cabbage, tomatoes and chicken dices. oomph!~ it's oh so good i tell you. this is going to be a frequent dish on my menu when my maid leaves (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i remembered eating omurice when i was in japan, i looked through my pictures and found these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkmXCIiJgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/BTicHrz3qeg/s1600-h/omuriceyjap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkmXCIiJgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/BTicHrz3qeg/s400/omuriceyjap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114161029007418882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkmnyIiJhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QgiaZVa4fRA/s1600-h/omuriceyjap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkmnyIiJhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QgiaZVa4fRA/s400/omuriceyjap2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114161316770227730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it looks so good! man, i so want to go back to japan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally random note, i predict that gwen mama is not going to work tomorrow because she said so. LOL. alright, she said MAYBE but her MAYBEs are like 90% NOs. so i don't really know. we shall see tomorrow. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkoliIiJiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/nRPb0tTmrQ0/s1600-h/nostalgic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkoliIiJiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/nRPb0tTmrQ0/s400/nostalgic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114163477138777634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | nostalgic]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ellegarden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - make a wish]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1624050805907930998?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1624050805907930998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1624050805907930998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1624050805907930998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1624050805907930998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/09/omurice.html' title='omurice'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RvkkUyIiJfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/d45TFH-IFew/s72-c/omuricey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3435349363409943576</id><published>2007-09-21T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:28:22.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>menopause is evil</title><content type='html'>i wanted to do a really happy post about the happy stuff but sadly, i'm not up for it at the moment because my mom just scolded me for no apparent reason and it's all thanks to my brother. he was supposed to come home after tuition at 10pm but he only came back at 11pm because he was playing cards and chess with his friends at some place without telling my mother in advance. naturally he got scolded but why does my mom have to drag me in instead?! why does menopause even exist in the first place? why did God even "invented" this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;? menopause seriously shows the ugly side of a person which can almost be compared to sesame street's oscar the grouch but 100 times more grouchy. cuzzie pong, please invent a cell that prevents menopause or something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about cuzzie pong, i met up with her on tuesday for some gelare waffles + ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/gelarewpong.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oregon hazelnut yoghurt with toasted waffles = yum. the yoghurt does not taste like yoghurt though. we did some catching up as well and pong told me that she's going to invent a bacteria which can eat away our fat cells so that we can stay thin and lean forever. LOL. she's one mad scientist in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been pretty good this week because both my supervisors were on leave plus the office is always empty most of the time. i stay in my room with gwen mama, learning kana, taking cat naps and making faces for gwen when she asks me to. -_-. excited, sad, what would my face be like if there's a typhoon, how will i react if my legs were on fire etc etc etc. and she says it's to prepare me for my acting career when she becomes the CEO of mediacorp. haha! she is such a joker.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: whatever]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arashi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - we can make it]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3435349363409943576?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3435349363409943576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3435349363409943576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3435349363409943576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3435349363409943576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/09/menopause-is-evil.html' title='menopause is evil'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3342705703625132423</id><published>2007-09-10T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:03.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i want to eat and live like a japanese</title><content type='html'>it's time for an update! work's still the same. filing and shredding, filing and shredding... yes, easy money. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling very chatty at the moment so i'll just keep this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3/9/2007 (monday)&lt;/span&gt;: met up with the ZHSS ah bish IT department for k-box dinner buffet. had lots of laughs because of mamahen. sang a couple of songs but since my chinese is really limited, i only mumbled my songs. haha! the food was alright. mostly japanese cuisine which i love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6/9/2007 (thursday)&lt;/span&gt;: mummy brought my maid, brother and i out for dinner at waraku, central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVT5PVZ01I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-MNLy2gDLsI/s1600-h/wara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVT5PVZ01I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-MNLy2gDLsI/s400/wara1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108581595155649362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was the view from our table. quite a soothing sight, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVUtPVZ02I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Mg2ZsHVgikU/s1600-h/wara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVUtPVZ02I/AAAAAAAAAWY/Mg2ZsHVgikU/s400/wara2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108582488508846946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; avocados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVV4fVZ03I/AAAAAAAAAWg/YHarqbSdKN4/s1600-h/waru3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVV4fVZ03I/AAAAAAAAAWg/YHarqbSdKN4/s400/waru3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108583781294003058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVWqvVZ04I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jGHhVAB03Is/s1600-h/waru4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVWqvVZ04I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jGHhVAB03Is/s400/waru4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108584644582429570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVW4_VZ05I/AAAAAAAAAWw/2VM_EOD-ci0/s1600-h/waru5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVW4_VZ05I/AAAAAAAAAWw/2VM_EOD-ci0/s400/waru5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108584889395565458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a must-try dish! we ordered it because it sounded really unique. basically, it's coated with a thin layer of potato, mochi and cheese filing in the middle. delightful. ahh~ the wonders of fusion cuisine. i have a few more pictures of the rest of the food but they didn't come out so well due to the really dim lighting in the restaurant. we ended off our meal with a mouthful of tempura ice cream each. :) wouldn't mind going back to both waraku and pasta de waraku another time because their food is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7/9/2007 (friday)&lt;/span&gt;: my hottopic spree items finally arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/HTspree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my fangirl tee. though i would prefer it to be "i heart the academy is", FOB's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for bed. another day has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVdxfVZ06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Lp-K8SitPhg/s1600-h/lazy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVdxfVZ06I/AAAAAAAAAW4/Lp-K8SitPhg/s400/lazy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108592457127941026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | lazy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - conspiracy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3342705703625132423?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3342705703625132423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3342705703625132423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3342705703625132423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3342705703625132423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-to-eat-and-live-like-japanese.html' title='i want to eat and live like a japanese'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RuVT5PVZ01I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-MNLy2gDLsI/s72-c/wara1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-74976739875467452</id><published>2007-09-01T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:03.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>junk jobs dulls the brain</title><content type='html'>work at HSA was alright but extremely mindless. filing and shredding documents are my main jobs there. WTF (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.gamespot.com/psp/puzzle/bytehell2000/index.html?tag=result;title;0" target=_blank&gt;Work Time Fun&lt;/a&gt;). :\ okay, random. i had to fill my head with thoughts every second to avoid dulling of the brain. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to save a few extra bucks per day, i've been bringing my own food for lunch and it'll continue until the very last day. besides, it's healthy too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtkCm_VZ0yI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tpY7PGIfZPk/s1600-h/bento1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtkCm_VZ0yI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tpY7PGIfZPk/s400/bento1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105114521460658978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://community.livejournal.com/bentolunch" target=_blank&gt;bentolunch&lt;/a&gt; community has loads of gorgeous lunches that makes you not want to eat them but gives you inspiration when you need some. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm sorta doing 2 jobs at the same time. which leaves me no time to do my own stuff. but oh wells, it's good for my portfolio anyways. thanks a lot to gwen for giving me this design project&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lobang &lt;/span&gt;from her uncle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got to work work, work this out! lol. high school musical 2, much? i've watched it already and all i can say about it is, with zac efron, no show can be a bore. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s1600-h/stressed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rtlk7vVZ00I/AAAAAAAAAWI/WGx05dcRPz8/s400/stressed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105222630082466626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | stressed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the academy is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - mayonnaise]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-74976739875467452?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/74976739875467452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=74976739875467452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/74976739875467452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/74976739875467452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/09/junk-jobs-dulls-brain.html' title='junk jobs dulls the brain'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtkCm_VZ0yI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tpY7PGIfZPk/s72-c/bento1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7822044975917159908</id><published>2007-08-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:04.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>back to the 60's</title><content type='html'>met up with gwen for dinner + movie at marina square after her basic driving theory test today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWT5vVZ0uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/voE1NvFQBaY/s1600-h/gwenpass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWT5vVZ0uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/voE1NvFQBaY/s400/gwenpass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104148372862391010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;congrats on passing your test! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/hkcafe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thick toast with melted butter and maple syrup. mmmmm~ glad we shared this. one whole piece to ourselves would be too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/hkcafe21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted the steamed version of my black pepper chop + rice but they gave me the sautéed version instead. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the movie we watched was *insert drum roll* HAIRSPRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWT6PVZ0vI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eJlXtL07LN4/s1600-h/hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWT6PVZ0vI/AAAAAAAAAVg/eJlXtL07LN4/s400/hs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104148381452325618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this movie does not have enough &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zac efron&lt;/span&gt; in it! other than that, it was pretty enjoyable. some of the songs were really nice and even though it was a musical, it was not lacking in the humor department. and gwen loves john travolta and his fake elastic face. the whole theatre was anticipating a sizzling kiss between john travolta and christopher walken but it didn't happen. LOL. it would be quite an excruciating sight though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received my top from the forever21 spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWWkvVZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nxC5J1D--dw/s1600-h/f21tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWWkvVZ0wI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nxC5J1D--dw/s400/f21tee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104151310620021506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love it even though if it's in hot pink (a colour i seldom wear). in fact i love this tee even more than my little miss naughty tee. :\ i'm changing. i'm evolving. LOL. i haven't bought a black top for a while (1 month) now. woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i'm so broke right now, i don't even know what to say. and next week, i have 3 consecutive days of outings after work. *stabs self* i shall abstain from shopping until october the 13th. hopefully i can achieve that. *cross fingers* but i seriously doubt so. you'll never know what might happen after i get my last SIP pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work starts tomorrow. hopefully the people and the working environment would be nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWYcfVZ0xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bfjjJgV5KLo/s1600-h/optimistic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWYcfVZ0xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bfjjJgV5KLo/s400/optimistic.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104153367909356306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | optimistic]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zac efron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - ladies' choice]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7822044975917159908?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7822044975917159908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7822044975917159908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7822044975917159908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7822044975917159908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-60s.html' title='back to the 60&apos;s'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtWT5vVZ0uI/AAAAAAAAAVY/voE1NvFQBaY/s72-c/gwenpass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3032179388652064550</id><published>2007-08-28T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:04.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>one more time</title><content type='html'>yes i'm still on a baking expedition (my last for now). i actually baked banana cake and scones at the same time (100% baked by me, okay!). used my F&amp;N book which is really good when you need something tasty and easy to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtPLB_VZ0sI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nATHv_yU8p4/s1600-h/bananacake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtPLB_VZ0sI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nATHv_yU8p4/s400/bananacake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103646037782418114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love love love my  banana cake loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtPLSPVZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/G_mT2_tqVxk/s1600-h/scones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtPLSPVZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/G_mT2_tqVxk/s400/scones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103646316955292370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this goes really well with jam. oooo~ especially blueberry jam - my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to go on a fruit and nut lunch diet once i start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been like refreshing spree websites every minute since 10am in hope of finding a threadless spree. they're having their annual $10 per tee sale! gosh! i'm getting really anxious and have been complaining to my maid about it since this morning. LOL. i love threadless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s1600-h/satisfied.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s400/satisfied.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099213738907128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | satisfied]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jonas brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - hold on]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3032179388652064550?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3032179388652064550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3032179388652064550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3032179388652064550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3032179388652064550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-more-time.html' title='one more time'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtPLB_VZ0sI/AAAAAAAAAVI/nATHv_yU8p4/s72-c/bananacake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5926399251275662661</id><published>2007-08-27T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:04.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>o-ko-no-mi-ya-ki</title><content type='html'>my house is parent-less until wednesday (they're on their 1038572th honeymoon at genting)! so, we have a little more freedom. especially what to cook during meals. since my dad (aka the rice bucket) is not around, i can cook whatever i feel like eating and that makes me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made okonomiyaki for my maid and my brother for dinner just a while ago. i've always wanted to try cooking this. i remembered looking for diy okonomiyaki restaurants when i was in japan but i couldn't find any. maybe i didn't look hard enough. so anyways, these are the ingredients used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/okoingredients.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i followed the recipe from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.jumboprawn.net/jesse/okonomiyaki/okonomiyaki.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. the one serving in the recipe was way too big for me. i suggest splitting the batter into 2 pieces of okonomiyaki and share it with who-ever. and instead of using water, use dashi instead. you can add shredded cheese on top as well. melted cheese = oomph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what you get when you cook it right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/okonomiyaki.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cook it for my parents when my maid's on her off day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cooking. brings me back to the F&amp;N days during my secondary school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtLCPvVZ0rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EmNKJHmQuwU/s1600-h/jubilant.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtLCPvVZ0rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EmNKJHmQuwU/s400/jubilant.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103354903424258738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | jubilant]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - thats what you get]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5926399251275662661?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5926399251275662661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5926399251275662661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5926399251275662661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5926399251275662661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-ko-no-mi-ya-ki.html' title='o-ko-no-mi-ya-ki'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RtLCPvVZ0rI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EmNKJHmQuwU/s72-c/jubilant.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1613567377985219134</id><published>2007-08-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:05.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>crying over spilt milk</title><content type='html'>met gwen mama at newton early in the morning to fill up some application form and sign some documents at the National Environment Agency. we'll be starting work at Health Science Authorities on the 30th of august and we're working for the Centre For Radiation Protection and Nuclear Science department. like, woah. LOL. hope we don't get cancer from the radiation after the 6 weeks. nah, touchwood. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we met tinggy at AMK hub for lunch (and to pass her my cookies as well)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/AMKhubfood.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we're all on a tight budget, we ate at the foodcourt instead. but the money saved from eating at the food court instead of a restaurant was spent on a pair of peep-toe wedges. bam! so basically i save money on food so that i can shop. lol. i'm still waiting for the last and final pay from my internship! i expect it to come at the end of the month - which is really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i needed some billbeckett lovin', i went to rewatch the videos that i took during singfest and my heart just broke all over again. L O L. yes yes, i'm still hung up over the whole "why-didn't-i-take-a-picture-with-william" thing. it will probably never go away so i shall just stay away from the videos that i took personally. which is kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more cookie deliveries tomorrow and i'm only left with a dozen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rs2IufVZ0qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1BACxgyHgDo/s1600-h/crushed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rs2IufVZ0qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1BACxgyHgDo/s400/crushed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101884285147271842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | crushed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the academy is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - everything we had]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1613567377985219134?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1613567377985219134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1613567377985219134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1613567377985219134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1613567377985219134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/crying-over-spilt-milk.html' title='crying over spilt milk'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rs2IufVZ0qI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1BACxgyHgDo/s72-c/crushed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6973566879313763017</id><published>2007-08-22T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:05.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>baking is fun too!</title><content type='html'>i just baked a huge batch of &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://huntsville.about.com/od/cookies/r/neimanmarcus.htm"&gt;neiman-marcus chocolate chip oatmeal cookies&lt;/a&gt;. yes, my maid was there to help but i have to say i did 70% of the whole baking process. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/nmcookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grated the whole hershey's chocolate bar for one freaking hour! auntie just did most of the stirring because i have no strength. L O L. rolling the dough into tiny balls was the most enjoyable part. it does look a bit like meatballs, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the outcome was pretty good i must say. addictive stuff. no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/nmcookies2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;so, anybody wants a cookie? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;//edit: okay, so this is the actual amount of cookies baked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/nmcookies3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;when my dad saw the plate of cookies, he actually yelped and said, "SO MANY?!". lol!! so seriously, if you really want some cookies, let me know. i will be glad to give you some. :D don't worry, you won't get a tummyache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, regarding the napfa test yesterday, we didn't take it. HAHA! because it was going to rain and the guy said that if we wanted to take the risk, go ahead. if it rains, the whole thing will be canceled. he included that girls need not take the test so we left. L O L. most of the people went there to fail anyway (i heard them saying it out loud), so what's the point, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsvtDvVZ0pI/AAAAAAAAAUw/q4K0xK-uJqE/s1600-h/sore.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsvtDvVZ0pI/AAAAAAAAAUw/q4K0xK-uJqE/s400/sore.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101431651428848274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | sore]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the academy is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - almost here]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6973566879313763017?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6973566879313763017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6973566879313763017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6973566879313763017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6973566879313763017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/baking-is-fun-too_22.html' title='baking is fun too!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsvtDvVZ0pI/AAAAAAAAAUw/q4K0xK-uJqE/s72-c/sore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7733904184701482066</id><published>2007-08-21T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:05.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>all over again</title><content type='html'>yes, i've handed up my darn report on sunday and ever since, i have been slacking. well, not exactly. i want to catch up on my dramas!!! but unfortunately, i have to put that off till like maybe next week? because i'm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) designing my mom's canvas shoes&lt;br /&gt;(2) designing a business card for my aunt&lt;br /&gt;(3) designing a beckham wallpaper for ah du&lt;br /&gt;(4) one of my aunts is coming down on saturday to learn how to make clay buddies from me (though i find that there's nothing much to teach in this area. lol. :X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm doing all these on my own free will because i'm nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a job soon. because the more i stay at home, the more money i spend. this is really a serious case. and i need to stop. L O L. only gwen mama will encourage me to continue. :X am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;//edit: GOODNESS. gwen mama just landed me with a job lobang~ we're going to start work on the 30th. man, suddenly i wished i had more slack time. L O L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading down to school later for the napfa test. though i've been jogging this past month, i can't help but feel that i will still fail my 2.4km run (and the stupid standing broad jump which i hate hate hate). LOL. whatever. i don't have to go to the army anyways. :X heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspOAfVZ0nI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xomW6ZQgTFM/s1600-h/peacewill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspOAfVZ0nI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xomW6ZQgTFM/s400/peacewill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100975298268746354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sigh, billbeckett~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspPEfVZ0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0ZmqyA0Tr5E/s1600-h/emotionless.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspPEfVZ0oI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0ZmqyA0Tr5E/s400/emotionless.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100976466499850882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | emotionless]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the academy is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - attention]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7733904184701482066?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7733904184701482066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7733904184701482066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7733904184701482066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7733904184701482066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-over-again.html' title='all over again'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RspOAfVZ0nI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xomW6ZQgTFM/s72-c/peacewill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8907660619485576763</id><published>2007-08-18T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:05.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>santa claus visited me</title><content type='html'>lol at my title. nah, i don't believe in santa claus and he didn't visit me either. the postman did. i knew it was the postman when i heard the doorbell. i could sense his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i got my little miss naughty junk food tee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/lilmiss.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so happy. my first spree package arrival~ and many more to come :X i'm like waiting for eight more tops and one bag to come. LOL. slap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! it's time to continue that dreaded report again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsaMBPVZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_07Rprg0nH8/s1600-h/happy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsaMBPVZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_07Rprg0nH8/s400/happy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099917580967727714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | happy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - crushcrushcrush]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8907660619485576763?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8907660619485576763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8907660619485576763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8907660619485576763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8907660619485576763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/santa-claus-visited-me.html' title='santa claus visited me'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsaMBPVZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_07Rprg0nH8/s72-c/happy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6176357193308551268</id><published>2007-08-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:05.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>cooking is fun part.III</title><content type='html'>yes i helped my maid in the kitchen again. :D we made shrimp dumplings "har gao" for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsWmQfVZ0iI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9SvFpnmQc2w/s1600-h/hargao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsWmQfVZ0iI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9SvFpnmQc2w/s400/hargao1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099664955286344226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, i know it looks like the gyoza we made two days ago but the ingredients are entirely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsWmQvVZ0jI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hh9KlBbrhOA/s1600-h/hargao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsWmQvVZ0jI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hh9KlBbrhOA/s400/hargao2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099664959581311538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*translucent skin!* i know the end product doesn't look like it either but it sure tastes like it. we're going to try baking oatmeal cookies and egg tarts next. wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall continue doing my report now. bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsWnYvVZ0lI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1jplOifbuys/s1600-h/stressed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsWnYvVZ0lI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1jplOifbuys/s400/stressed.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099666196531892818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | stressed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - whoa]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6176357193308551268?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6176357193308551268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6176357193308551268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6176357193308551268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6176357193308551268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/cooking-is-fun-partiii.html' title='cooking is fun part.III'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsWmQfVZ0iI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9SvFpnmQc2w/s72-c/hargao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6441983912699198046</id><published>2007-08-16T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:06.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>pasta de waraku</title><content type='html'>met up with ying xian for lunch at pasta de waraku, marina square today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsP-1PVZ0cI/AAAAAAAAATI/D880Uh0quHA/s1600-h/warakulogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099199393716359618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsP-1PVZ0cI/AAAAAAAAATI/D880Uh0quHA/s400/warakulogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i saw this restaurant last week on the way to the toilet and got super attracted by the displays outside. like, who wouldn't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsP_E_VZ0dI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nPGiD-rOuc0/s1600-h/warakudisplays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099199664299299282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsP_E_VZ0dI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nPGiD-rOuc0/s400/warakudisplays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always had a thing for fake food displays which looks oh so real. i half-expected unagi pasta but there wasn't any. they do have salmon pasta though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/warakustarters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they served us water in a cute vase-looking jug and every order of pasta comes with a small bowl of salad with some unidentified japanese sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our pastas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQETPVZ0fI/AAAAAAAAATg/dNq8yA4f7nU/s1600-h/warakuspagalla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099205406670574066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQETPVZ0fI/AAAAAAAAATg/dNq8yA4f7nU/s400/warakuspagalla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tomato sauce was a tad sweeter than the western version, but i loved it. the spaghetti had a really springy and chewy texture which i personally prefer. a choice of whether to add garlic in your pasta is given when you order. i love garlic. makes my breath smell so mmmmm~ LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQFh_VZ0gI/AAAAAAAAATo/bUe8m_hIEaQ/s1600-h/warakucarbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099206759585272322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQFh_VZ0gI/AAAAAAAAATo/bUe8m_hIEaQ/s400/warakucarbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ying xian's cabonara. i think the sauce was good as well because she drank it after finishing the spaghetti. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the food, the service was good as well and should be acknowledged. your vase of water gets changed when finished and they do it without asking. before clearing your plates, they'll ask if you want it to be cleared politely. if you don't know what to eat (due to the mega huge range of pastas they provide), they'll ask if they could recommend you anything. like phwoar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely go back for a meal in the future. so many pastas to try, not enough money and stomach space. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s1600-h/satisfied.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsQL4PVZ0hI/AAAAAAAAATw/wUR6yQ9S4Og/s400/satisfied.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099213738907128338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | satisfied]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cobra starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - hollaback boy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6441983912699198046?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6441983912699198046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6441983912699198046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6441983912699198046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6441983912699198046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/pasta-de-waraku.html' title='pasta de waraku'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsP-1PVZ0cI/AAAAAAAAATI/D880Uh0quHA/s72-c/warakulogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-9016903771823336192</id><published>2007-08-15T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:06.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>cooking is fun part.II</title><content type='html'>like wow, i'm actually blogging again. well, this is what happens when i'm home the whole day. i get bored, i find things to do and i blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid taught me how to make gyoza aka jiaozi in chinese aka potstickers in english. it is one of my favourite foods so i MUST learn it before auntie leaves. ): if not i can't get to eat my favourite foods ever again. so yes, during this holiday, i'm going to learn as many dishes as i can! i realized that i haven't cooked since after my secondary 4 F&amp;N practical exams. man, that's long. lol. i have nothing against cooking, really. i just HATE washing up. hate hate hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, let's take a look at my wonderful creation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/gyoza.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) making the skin. it's just basically made of flour and water. knead and roll until it becomes as thin as wanton skin and cut it using a round cutter.&lt;br /&gt;(2) the stuffings. minced meat, prawns and lots and lots of chives (i like!).&lt;br /&gt;(3) wrap it with style.&lt;br /&gt;(4) end product. i actually wrapped 70% of these alright. pro? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, you can boil, steam or pan-fry it (after boiling it for 10 minutes first). i like it pan-fried but since i'm a health freak now, my maid boiled everything and i ate it with vinegar and ginger. just like xiao long baos. woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsLx_LEM5YI/AAAAAAAAATA/zWnYyJADFzk/s1600-h/full.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsLx_LEM5YI/AAAAAAAAATA/zWnYyJADFzk/s400/full.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098903795741287810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | full]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cobra starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - keep it simple]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-9016903771823336192?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/9016903771823336192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=9016903771823336192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/9016903771823336192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/9016903771823336192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/cooking-is-fun-partii.html' title='cooking is fun part.II'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsLx_LEM5YI/AAAAAAAAATA/zWnYyJADFzk/s72-c/full.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1935579847358761205</id><published>2007-08-15T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:07.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>unique-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsKY_rEM5VI/AAAAAAAAASo/JGfYnxiQ2BY/s1600-h/tai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098805947796350290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsKY_rEM5VI/AAAAAAAAASo/JGfYnxiQ2BY/s400/tai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bleh. changed my layout just to show my love for the academy is (especially william beckett). i don't really like it though because it's so similar to the previous one. not that i wanted it to look like the previous layout. it's just that i can't find any good pictures of TAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm happily slacking at home now. i don't really feel like working but i need the extra cash for shopping ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met tinggy on monday at bugis for a few hours. accompanied her to shop! why are they so many people in town when it's a freaking weekday? don't people need to work?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsKc8bEM5WI/AAAAAAAAASw/gq1T5FWdik0/s1600-h/hkcafejome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098810290008286562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsKc8bEM5WI/AAAAAAAAASw/gq1T5FWdik0/s400/hkcafejome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went out with noodles yesterday for some &lt;em&gt;non-online&lt;/em&gt; retail therapy. and i wondered why everything looks the same (shoes in particular). i want something fresh from the oven! thus, i bought another plain t-shirt from art friend. i'm going to print william's face on it. bahaha! *goes to think of a design*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at hong kong cafe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/hkcafefood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shared everything so that we could order more dishes. the bo luo pao was okay but i think they should cook the pineapple. i have never liked raw pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i irritated noodles a lot because i kept saying billbeckett more than 10000 times. :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsKfebEM5XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jbZBWDcGY5s/s1600-h/discontent.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsKfebEM5XI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jbZBWDcGY5s/s400/discontent.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098813073147094386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | discontent]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the academy is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - checkmarks]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1935579847358761205?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1935579847358761205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1935579847358761205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1935579847358761205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1935579847358761205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/unique-ness.html' title='unique-ness'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RsKY_rEM5VI/AAAAAAAAASo/JGfYnxiQ2BY/s72-c/tai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5929940868383332393</id><published>2007-08-12T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:07.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan-girlism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>singfest 2007</title><content type='html'>it's 2 days after SINGfest and i'm still feeling quite high about it. my brain is constantly playing back whatever that has happened like once in every few hours. lol. i never want to forget this memory. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say i prefer festivals compared to a one-band concert. it's easier to meet bands personally as you can hang out the artiste tent area and spot band members coming in and out of their tents after/before concerts. and when you spot them, scream their names until your throat hurts. the cons about festivals is that each band can only perform like around 8 to 10 songs? which is not enough for me! i want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i shall cut the crap and carry on with what you have been waiting for. or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/08/2007 (thursday):&lt;br /&gt;7.00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equiped with my dad's 7.1 megapix camera (plus 3 extra SD cards) i made my way down to ang mo kio to meet esli. it was freaking raining and i prayed to God that it wouldn't rain later. i mean, it rarely rains on NDP. in fact, i don't remember having rains on 9th august. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.00am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully the rain stopped and settled down to a slight drizzle. esli and i cabbed down to fort canning and around 30 people were already there queuing. as the ground was wet, we had to stand for like 2 hours before we could sit down. but i had lots of energy despite only having 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two vans pulled up behind us and these people came out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the vans contained the academy is crew members! (1)josh - the guitar tech, (2)tony - tour manager, (3)james - sound guy. yes, i did my research. lol nah, just kidding. watch TAI TV episode 18 and you'll know them all. the only person missing was chris the merch guy! how could he be missing! i wanted to buy some merch &lt;em&gt;larh&lt;/em&gt;. dang! anyways, the second van pulled up after the first van left and we thought TAI would be in there. but when they opened the doors, all that was inside were just equipments (as seen in the above picture). what a letdown. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.05am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting down stoning when suddenly, i heard a tiny scream from behind. i turned and saw this super skinny guy clad in an all-black outfit coming out of a van. it. was. william. beckett. and. i. ****ing. screamed. i whipped out the camera automatically from my bag and starting capturing every moment of it. the rest of the band was in the van too. including jack the camera man. and suddenly, girls were running all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! he was that close to me. can you see that he's looking straight at me in the third picture? LOL. damn it. after watching the videos countless of times, i realized that i'm a dumbass. a huge dumbass. since william (and the rest of the band) was so close to me, why didn't i grab his arm and make him take a picture with him?! or ask him to bloody sign my ticket?! why is my brain so dead when it comes to times like these?! brings me back to the whole good charlotte fiasco thing. *angry at self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's a video of him asking us "whose cap is this?". so friggin' cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="272" width="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBYhiUFLDk8"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DBYhiUFLDk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, sorry for the watermark and the lousy quality of the video (youtube just loves to compressing videos). haha. i can't help it because i'm a fishmonger and i sell fish. basically almost all the pictures i'm going to post are FULL of watermarks. i'm entitled to it since i took them. i know that the pictures looks like crap with those things but oh well, i'm evil like that. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, they're the only band who came in from the main entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after TAI left, gabe saporta from cobra starship came to the entrance to greet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot~ i have a feeling TAI told him to come out or something. i think he spent like half an hour taking pictures and signing autographs? he's really nice. really. william is nice too. man, you should see the way he talked to his fans. gentle voice + serene smile = so dreamy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the security started adding in barriers and organizing the queue. thankfully we were still at the same spot. but lots of people went to the front when gabe was there. they came to the front and didn't go back to their places. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gates were finally opened. it was supposed to open at 1pm! but at least they saved some time by checking our tickets and giving us our wristbands during the wait. we ran as fast as we could to the stage and snagged the second row at the left of the stage. i forgot how long we waited before the first band (great spy experiment) came out to play. i wasn't really paying attention until crowned king came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lead singer was sizzling hot. he reminds me of ian watkins when he was younger. and because i'm so kind, i left this picture un-watermarked. L O L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up was cobra starship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only gabe pictures (and one of ryland as he's just in front of us) because i love him the most in the band and for the sake of frana as well. haha. frana, quick thank me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cobra starship + the academy is = bring it (snakes on the plane). totally expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead of gym class doing the rap part, sisky business from TAI was the one who did it and he touched gabe's privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.25pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally after cobra starship was the academy is. and damn, they were good. i enjoyed it so so much. i sang and screamed (like a rabid fangirl) until my throat hurt (i'm grateful for the supply of water the bouncers provide us every half hour). i think william was very surprised that they were so well received in singapore. he said that they'll be back and they better be. because so far, 3 bands have said that and none of them are back. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah this image is huge. i love william's pink briefs. so gay yet so hot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="272" width="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVQ3CHWOaNo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVQ3CHWOaNo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330" height="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it was gym class heroes. and the sky was getting dark as well. i don't really like gym class heroes though. i only like the songs they sang with patrick and 7 weeks because it's with william. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabe came out for a few seconds to sing some song which i can't remember. but it got me screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.00pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to get food because we're starving like crazy. one slice of pizza costs $5 and one bottle of 500ml water costs $3. insane. but before that, we saw a crowd at the artiste tent area and we went to have a look. it was william!!! but i didn't get the chance to take a picture with him yet again. don't want to talk about it already. yes esli. TWICE. we missed the chance TWICE. lol. let's bang our heads against the wall with our pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.40pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were lottering with a really small crowd at the artiste tent area. we saw sisky and butcher. we bloody screamed their names but they only turned and waved before leaving. william stuck out his head from the tent as well. he waved and went back in. probably for an interview or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later, we see gabe coming out from the same tent dragging his luggage and holding a can of drink. we screamed of course, and he came towards us. haha!!! and we got this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;credits to &lt;strong&gt;ESLI&lt;/strong&gt; for this picture. gabe actually grabbed her camera and took this picture for us. don't wipe/clean your camera EVER. better yet, go make copies of his fingerprints. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so nice larh. he smells nice too. XD we waited for like half an hour more to see if william's going to come out of his tent but he never did. i think he left while gabe was with us. *pouts* either that, he left through the back or something. which is quite ridiculous since we can't climb over the barricades either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.15pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left after the noisettes played because esli wanted to watch them. truthfully, i didn't really like them. the girl sure can scream. my ears were still okay before i heard them play. but after the noisettes, i could hardly hear myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped mxpx and hinder because because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, here are some of the pictures i took. the ones above are mostly screenshots from my videos. lol. i actually used up all my SD cards and the files add up to 1.45GB in total. :D oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/SING11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture LOADS! i was quite surprised to find this in the camera. i can't even remember when i took it. i'm gonna blow it up and stick it on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rr30w7EM5UI/AAAAAAAAASg/4Q3uFXApWv0/s1600-h/high.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097499474579481922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rr30w7EM5UI/AAAAAAAAASg/4Q3uFXApWv0/s400/high.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  high]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cobra starship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - bring it (snakes on the plane)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5929940868383332393?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5929940868383332393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5929940868383332393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5929940868383332393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5929940868383332393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/singfest-2007.html' title='singfest 2007'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rr30w7EM5UI/AAAAAAAAASg/4Q3uFXApWv0/s72-c/high.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-2081836032036249457</id><published>2007-08-11T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:07.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>things you miss when it's over</title><content type='html'>my internship is finally over! at the beginning of this internship, all i wanted was for it to end as soon as possible. but i think i'm going to miss it now. especially my colleagues who made every single day filled with fun and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing my colleagues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ahbishy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left to right (top): me, tinggy, siqi. (bottom): qingwen, mama hen. i will miss the pillow fights, the screaming, the paper throwing, the crazy dancing and bullying mama hen. haha! siqi even made a dvd for us to commerate what crazy things we have done. hilarious stuff. we even had a premiere screening of it at the imac lab yesterday. without the students in school, the compound's OURS! woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06/08/2007 (monday): &lt;/strong&gt;after work, siqi, tinggy and i went to ikea for dinner. we had hotdogs and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ikeafood.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was siqi's farewell treat to us. thank you very much! feel very touched and loved. (: bought myself 2 boxes with floral motifs for only $1.90 at ikea. i don't really need them but since i seldom go to ikea, i shall just stock it up until i need to use it. after which, we went over to the sports building to buy tinggy's sport shoes for the upcoming napfa test! i think i'm going to fail it. especially my standing broad jump. i hate it. during my secondary school days, mr shue would always put his stupid tool box (but it's used to hold our wallets) on the passing mark and make us jump over it. and it always works. LOL. that's how i always pass my SBJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08/08/2007 (wednesday):&lt;/strong&gt; the ah bish IT department planned to go for bowling at marina square after work but we played pool instead because the bowling arena was full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bishdept_pool.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lots of laughs because of mama hen. whoever has him in the group (because we change groups every round) will definitely lose the game terribly even if the best player is in his group. his energy will effect his other team members too. how freaky is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09/08/2007 (thursday): &lt;/strong&gt;SINGfest!!! but i shall blog about this day on a separate post later because i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10/08/2007 (friday):&lt;/strong&gt; as today was our last day of internship at zhss, our supervisor treated the whole department to canadian pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/piz.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, the OCHR (ah du, gwen mama, tinggy, boonzy, ham, pig and i) had a after-sip celebration dinner ! ah soon pig treated us all to steamboat at marina bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rr1w87EM5TI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rrgc25dmQ4s/s1600-h/steam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rr1w87EM5TI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rrgc25dmQ4s/s400/steam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097354545203045682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad because he already treated us to donuts twice. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/gazzies.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boonzy and pig gaying / pig, ham giving a really nice pose (first time)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the steamboat stuff more than the meats. mushroom balls, meat balls, tao pok and such. the fish was super unfresh though. thankfully, nothing happened to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm still lacking of sleep. wednesday and thursday nights were really rough. i only managed to catch like 4 hours of sleep on each day because my brain kept making think about SINGfest. lol! but you know what? it's okay because it's the holidays! rejoice everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about SINGfest later. as ah du's friend, joline, would say, "SINGfest, baby!". haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-2081836032036249457?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/2081836032036249457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=2081836032036249457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2081836032036249457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/2081836032036249457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-you-miss-when-its-over.html' title='things you miss when it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rr1w87EM5TI/AAAAAAAAASY/Rrgc25dmQ4s/s72-c/steam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5671656837394312303</id><published>2007-08-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:43:03.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>too little time on my hands</title><content type='html'>arghh!!! i have so many things to do all of a sudden. no sleep for me tonight because i have to come up with a report for my supervisor and it's due this friday. since i'll be out the whole day tomorrow for singfest, i have to finish it by tonight. brings me back to the ol' school days where we used to do last minute work all the time. why, why, tell me why?! teachers just love reports, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm really behind the blog updates. shall do a major update on saturday. till then, have a great party after work on friday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5671656837394312303?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5671656837394312303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5671656837394312303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5671656837394312303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5671656837394312303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-little-time-on-my-hands.html' title='too little time on my hands'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3597005992242830462</id><published>2007-07-31T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:07.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>flying charcoal bits</title><content type='html'>i wanted to blog at work today (i even saved the pictures in my thumbdrive!) but the school's internet was being a bitch. there's not much to do at work these days. trying to prolong whatever assignments we have so that there's something to write in my e-sip journal. :D 7 more working days left~ and i'm getting really excited about SINGfest. i've been watching &lt;a href="http://www.theacademyis.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;videos for the past few days and i'm really swept up in the euphoria of being able to see them in 9 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then, on to the updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26/07/2007 (Thursday):&lt;/strong&gt; my aunts came over to my house for a potluck dinner in conjunction with bidding my aunt cynthia bon voyage as she was going back to canada that saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/homefood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of some of the food. the fish was seriously delicious. it practically melts in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/macake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macaron cake! i immediately plucked one out after my aunt cut the cake. haha. the cake was delish as well but i only took one bite from my mom's piece because because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28/07/2007 (Saturday):&lt;/strong&gt; had bbq at mr. turner's house with the IT department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rq9A0bEM5QI/AAAAAAAAASA/i_oDri-y6yM/s1600-h/bbq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rq9A0bEM5QI/AAAAAAAAASA/i_oDri-y6yM/s400/bbq1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093360972942075138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he has this really huge 5 month old golden retriever which raped tinggy like crazy and i happen to have the video of the whole raping scene. anybody interested? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bbq2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two thumbs up for the food. we had sambal stingrays, sambal sotongs, my favourite hotdogs,  chicken satay etc. the sambal stingrays are so mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/bbq3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad mama hen wasn't around. his grandmother passed away and he's back at indonesia for her wake. i would love to carry out more pranks/make fun of him before i leave. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my darnest to memorise songs by the academy is so that i can sing along next thursday. i hate it when my favourite bands play and i can't sing along with them because i do not know the lyrics well!!! so these few days has been really santi-fied. and no, santi's not my maid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rq9E1LEM5SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LSruIp3kfCc/s400/excited.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093365383873488162" /&gt; | excited]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the academy is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - lax to o'hare]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3597005992242830462?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3597005992242830462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3597005992242830462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3597005992242830462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3597005992242830462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/07/flying-charcoal-bits.html' title='flying charcoal bits'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rq9A0bEM5QI/AAAAAAAAASA/i_oDri-y6yM/s72-c/bbq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7649758745032358532</id><published>2007-07-22T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:08.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>donut fever</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so darn tired now because i did not have enough sleep last night. once again the weekends have come to an end. the feeling is too much to bear. i always (okay, not always. only during this freaking SIP period) feel cranky on sunday nights so bother me at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, as i mentioned in my previous post, i spent the whole day out yesterday. after i got home, my mom mentioned that sy rogers also came to my church before just that i missed it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/shoppinwnoodles.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met noodles for some shopping therapy but i kept thinking about how much cheaper the item would be if i bought it in a spree. so in the end, i did not buy any clothes/bags. i bought these instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqNambEM5MI/AAAAAAAAARg/y0YcUK_CPAU/s1600-h/2707buys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqNambEM5MI/AAAAAAAAARg/y0YcUK_CPAU/s400/2707buys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090011620005700802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my SINGfest ticket! yellowcard's paper walls and the new harry potter book. the potter book was only $48 bucks (minus the $15 gift voucher they gave me = $33) because i was a kinokuniya member. sweet deal. my mom saw the book and questioned me of course. and yes i know this book is based on fiction in case i get questioned again. i will not believe a single thing stated in this book that has relations to witchcraft because i'm only reading this book for pure pleasure and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met gwen mama and ah du at 4pm to queue for donuts at suntec! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqNc_rEM5NI/AAAAAAAAARo/8SmaJ9Kjijo/s1600-h/df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqNc_rEM5NI/AAAAAAAAARo/8SmaJ9Kjijo/s400/df.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090014252820653266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the queue wasn't very long and it only took us around 45 minutes to get our donuts. i think we were the only ones who wrote down a list of what we wanted to buy because had 6 dozens of donuts to buy and picky pig kept changing his mind. once. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/df1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our box of glazed donuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/df2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big thank you to ah soon pig for buying us a box of assorted donuts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among the 8 donuts that i brought back, i only ate the spicy cheese and double chocolate donut. if you are not much of a sweet tooth, then spicy cheese is for you. i want to try wasabi cheese next time! i don't remember seeing it though. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us girls camwhoring with our donuts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/camwhorewdonuts.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something really funny happened while we were at chatting at starbucks but i'm only allowed to post it on the 25th of august. so please be patient until then. i've watched the video more than 10 times and i still laugh every single time i watch it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more camwhoring at excelsior hotel's toilet before the talk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/camintoitoi.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the talk was alright. only 50% of it went into my brain because i was really tired. however, uncle sam's sharing today was so strong it made me think about how active i used to be in church. now, i don't even know half of the people there. but it's my fault for not putting the effort anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed. can't wait the next weekend to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqNnTbEM5OI/AAAAAAAAARw/iN3Gro8H49Q/s400/cranky.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090025587239347426" /&gt; | cranky]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - fighting]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7649758745032358532?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7649758745032358532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7649758745032358532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7649758745032358532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7649758745032358532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/07/donut-fever.html' title='donut fever'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqNambEM5MI/AAAAAAAAARg/y0YcUK_CPAU/s72-c/2707buys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8030119832585389744</id><published>2007-07-20T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:08.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>loony lovegood</title><content type='html'>it's friday again! 3 more fridays to go and we will be free from all labour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched harry potter and the order of pheonix on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089263560913117714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqCyPpyQ4hI/AAAAAAAAARI/RKHFdE3xJWk/s400/hpootp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i don't know whether to love or hate this movie. a fan of the book would not like the movie because almost three-quarts of the book is left out of it. i was hoping to see some quidditch action! how ron struggled with the matches, how the slytherins teased him with the "weasley is our king" song. i wanted to see the scene when harry was in the hogwarts express with ginny and luna lovegood holding her upside down quibbler. how about firenze replacing prof. trelawney as the divination teacher?! i think i shall just stop because i will end up typing the whole book in this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i was very impressed with evanna lynch as luna lovegood. she portrayed every single characteristic of luna with perfection. eccentric, dreamy and weird. AH! i love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's going to be a looooong day. &lt;strong&gt;1030&lt;/strong&gt;: shopping with noodles + buy my SINGfest ticket! &lt;strong&gt;1600&lt;/strong&gt;: queue for donuts with gwen mama and ah du + we get to have 1 dozen donuts free from pig for helping him to order his donuts. &lt;strong&gt;1930&lt;/strong&gt;: relationship talk with sy. updates on sunday :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and due to popular request, here's a better picture of the hamster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqC4GpyQ4iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2jNPkO5bLZ8/s1600-h/fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqC4GpyQ4iI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2jNPkO5bLZ8/s400/fingers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089270003364061730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there, happy now? it's a very good picture right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i really wish the weekends would be longer so that i can catch up with my dramas. i'm seriously lagging behind! O_O *stabs the clock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been joining a number of online sprees and i found out that i'm not someone who can control myself. haha! crap. my debtors better give me the money they owe me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqC4SZyQ4jI/AAAAAAAAARY/nK6OgEkICL0/s400/drained.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089270205227524658" /&gt; | drained]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - decoy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8030119832585389744?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8030119832585389744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8030119832585389744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8030119832585389744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8030119832585389744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/07/loony-lovegood.html' title='loony lovegood'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RqCyPpyQ4hI/AAAAAAAAARI/RKHFdE3xJWk/s72-c/hpootp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-380719081347662425</id><published>2007-07-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:09.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>peanut butter goodness</title><content type='html'>sorry for the huge delay! was supposed to update last weekend but i was too lazy to do so. heh~ 19 more working days you SIP people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6/7/07 (Friday)&lt;/strong&gt;: went out for dinner to celebrate gwen mama's birthday with the office chat hour gang. (hoped you had a fun time gwen mama! 100 kisses.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venue: sakae sushi at marina square. the servings there seems to be smaller than other sakae sushi outlets. cheater bugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some mouth-watering pictures of our food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/soooooooshiimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i ate the sashimi bento set because i had cravings for sashimi for a really long time! i hate maguro though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;office chat hour gang (tinggy's included):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/OFCHG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, ah du and boonzy bought some booze from 7-11 and proceeded to esplanade's rooftop for a chit-chat session. i left early because i don't want my mom to start nagging at me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just received cherie cuzzie's chocolates from canada! aunt cynthia (cuzzie's mom) brought it over to my house today! thanks a lot my cuzzie dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/reesepbc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can shun away from all chocolates except these - reese peanut butter cups. and royce and godiva and tim tams. eating one heavenly piece (93 calories) of reese means i have to jog an extra round, do 100 more crunches and 50 more lunges to burn it. lol. yes, i count my calories so call me a freak if you must. i'm going to take my own sweet time polishing them off their cups. *hides half the load from the brother* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch harry potter next tuesday! can't wait to see my beloved rupert grint on big screen. his hair rocks this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlBMDKplYCI/AAAAAAAAANY/VjvTVgfITfI/s400/pleased.png" border="0" /&gt; | pleased]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the starting line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - island]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-380719081347662425?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/380719081347662425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=380719081347662425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/380719081347662425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/380719081347662425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/07/peanut-butter-goodness.html' title='peanut butter goodness'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlBMDKplYCI/AAAAAAAAANY/VjvTVgfITfI/s72-c/pleased.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5622066151373530221</id><published>2007-07-08T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:09.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>cooking is fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RpDejO-i9yI/AAAAAAAAARA/xt87uIfKEzc/s1600-h/burritos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084808676198512418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RpDejO-i9yI/AAAAAAAAARA/xt87uIfKEzc/s400/burritos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mummy made burritos (the picture sucks because the lighting in the kitchen is crap) and puff pastry soup for dinner today because my maid had the sunday off. absolutely good stuff. i love it when my mom cooks. more of that in the future i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few dishes that i will be making when my maid leaves, would be brocolli with cheese and oden!!! cold storage sells oden soup bases for only $3 per box and each box can serve 24. lol. shiok-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall update again about gwen mama's birthday in the next few days or so. :) 5 more weeks people. perservere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075141935471964242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm6Gs3h-sFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j2kga52k-eI/s400/crappy.png" border="0" /&gt; | crappy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;silverstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - bodies and words]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5622066151373530221?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5622066151373530221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5622066151373530221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5622066151373530221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5622066151373530221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/07/cooking-is-fun.html' title='cooking is fun'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RpDejO-i9yI/AAAAAAAAARA/xt87uIfKEzc/s72-c/burritos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8127012616407589508</id><published>2007-07-04T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:09.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>amazing, amazing, amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RouhvO-i9xI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iCkKhr0dwCo/s1600-h/transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083334437264094994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RouhvO-i9xI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iCkKhr0dwCo/s400/transformers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is probably one of the &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;movies i have ever watched in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been a big fan of robots but this movie captivated me. like, seriously. makes me want to dig out the transformer toys that i used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effects are out of this world i tell you. the way the bots transform themselves back and forth from cars to robots and vice versa, left my mouth gaping wide enough to stuff a whole american size big-mac in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite its appearance, transformers is one movie that is not lacking of humor. their humor is even better than mr bean's holiday lame antics. so just go watch it &lt;em&gt;larh&lt;/em&gt;, if not you will regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i suck at writing reviews (if you can even consider this a review). lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my last words would be: this movie would leave u on the edge of your seat at all times. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8127012616407589508?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8127012616407589508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8127012616407589508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8127012616407589508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8127012616407589508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing-amazing-amazing.html' title='amazing, amazing, amazing'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RouhvO-i9xI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iCkKhr0dwCo/s72-c/transformers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-8936021292444931674</id><published>2007-06-30T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:09.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>a lacklustre saturday</title><content type='html'>i spend most of my time sleeping on saturdays. it's the only day that i can catch up on my sleep. i've nothing much to blog about this week though. no money = no outings = nothing much to blog about. *huge sigh* and i'm having a huge craving for sashimi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been hearing lots of good reviews about the transformers movie lately and after reading this movie review from &lt;a href="http://nicolekiss.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers-rawks-my-boat.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, i think i'm going to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture of the bibimbap that i ate last wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081778142979487474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RoYaS--i9vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/abKNyyYE9q8/s400/bibimbap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it was my first time eating this and boy, was it delicious. another dish that i can create myself when my maid leaves in august. am going to miss her so much. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, a happy youth day to all of you! this year is probably my last year of enjoying youth day for the rest of my life. i mean, we polytechnic students don't even get a holiday even though we are clearly youths. but my supervisor was kind enough to let us off for a break. hoho!~ (no monday blues) i wish he would do the same on the 10th of august. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081780505211500290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RoYcce-i9wI/AAAAAAAAAQw/_6E-6YAHMK0/s400/rejuvenated.png" border="0" /&gt; | rejuvenated]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arashi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - we can make it]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-8936021292444931674?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/8936021292444931674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=8936021292444931674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8936021292444931674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/8936021292444931674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/06/lacklustre-saturday.html' title='a lacklustre saturday'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RoYaS--i9vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/abKNyyYE9q8/s72-c/bibimbap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6344774012336816781</id><published>2007-06-28T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:35:56.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>everybody has a secret</title><content type='html'>10 is too much &lt;em&gt;larh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Each player of this game starts off with ten &lt;strong&gt;weird things&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;habits&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;little known facts&lt;/strong&gt; about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!&lt;br /&gt;[tagged by : &lt;a href="http://asdf-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;boonzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; i had a crush on this hot guy during the first 3 months of CI. i went to his friendster, printed out his pictures and carried it around with me. haha~ the carbohydrates would definitely remember this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; there's one time when i thought i was supposed to let out a fart but i crapped on my pants instead. diarrhoea - you can never tell the difference. lol. thankfully, i was at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; i used to love hello kitty when i was 10-12 years old and i have the full set of HK soft toys from macdonalds because my aunt has connections to some manager in some macdonald branch. LOL. dang! it's taking up my cupboard space. and i think i still have my teletubbies soft toys as well. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; i have magazines dated back as far as year 2000 because i never throw my magazines away. haha. don't you think it's such a waste to throw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; i only started having long hair when i was 14+ years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; during my secondary school days, i frequent the library a lot and i would always borrow 13-16 books at one shot because i have my father's, mother's, aunt's and my own library card. :D and i could finish them within a week. yea.. i was pretty much a bookworm freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; my best friends from secondary school were never in the same class as me at all. i find this quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; i think i've said this before : i always come up with nicknames for my friends. i use their nicknames to the extent that i feel weird calling them by their real names. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; i only have a retarded amount of $26.06 in my bank account at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; i always get stuck when it comes to the last one. -_- alright then. i love roller coaster rides. the more thrilling it is, the better. i like my roller coasters steep, curvy and long. :D i especially love it when the coaster plunges almost 90 degrees down. SHIOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ong boonzy made me squeeze my brain juice so now it's my turn to make someone squeeze theirs. i tag: ah du, gwen mama, tinggy, soon bee, noodles and green-chan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is friday! i don't care if the GST is going to get increased on sunday. i just want august to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6344774012336816781?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6344774012336816781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6344774012336816781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6344774012336816781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6344774012336816781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/06/everybody-has-secret.html' title='everybody has a secret'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6915484703491669894</id><published>2007-06-23T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:11.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i'm gonna pee on my pants due to extreme happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it's time for another weekly update. i love weekly updates because it means that another week has came and gone. :D i even folded 34 boxes (for me to put my rubbish) to represent the days we have left. the lesser the boxes, the lesser days we have left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/06/2007 (thursday): went out for dinner with the carbohydrates. it was also soon bee's birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzD3Xh-sJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NXXh3kjSip4/s1600-h/zecarbos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079149835743834258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzD3Xh-sJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NXXh3kjSip4/s400/zecarbos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we ate wantan mee at some coffee shop opposite bugis junction because i am &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;experiencing the wrath of insufficent funds!!! argh!!! you have no idea how pissed i am. i'm so pissed, i think i could bend a metal bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, soon bee and i bought dessert from uzumaki partly because there's this hot 40% yamapi-looking guy tending to the store. but in the end, he didn't serve me. but at least i got to stare at him while the other person was serving me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079153787113746594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzHdXh-sKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WB7nj_TwVag/s400/atashiumi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream is expensive but it tastes good + low fat too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/06/2007 (friday): it's my grandma's birthday today. had a family dinner at grassroots club in a private room with 2 televisions. lol. the food was okay... it was only good at the beginning because i was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJwXh-sQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LMUJ5apcDrE/s1600-h/gm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079156312554516738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJwXh-sQI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LMUJ5apcDrE/s400/gm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my grandma with the little ones. my youngest cousin is not even a year old. man, i'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture dump of some of the dishes we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJf3h-sLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/LESaYU9X6Qo/s1600-h/f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079156029086675122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJf3h-sLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/LESaYU9X6Qo/s400/f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgHh-sMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2ijqTKeklu4/s1600-h/f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079156033381642434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgHh-sMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2ijqTKeklu4/s400/f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgHh-sNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZCVTgeXjZwg/s1600-h/f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079156033381642450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgHh-sNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZCVTgeXjZwg/s400/f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgXh-sOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/73yEyoOr7Dg/s1600-h/f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079156037676609762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgXh-sOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/73yEyoOr7Dg/s400/f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgXh-sPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qk7cd9XtdQw/s1600-h/f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079156037676609778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzJgXh-sPI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qk7cd9XtdQw/s400/f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nothing spectacular right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th august is the day where patriotic people attend or stay home for the NDP (yes i've been watching every single NDP since young. lol). but this very year, i will be at fort canning for SINGfest with my favourite bands. i can't wait! the academy is, cobra starship, mxpx, gym class heroes, a7x etc... can this get any better??? and on 10th august, i can just sleep at work since it's the last day anyway :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something THIS huge to look forward to will make this whole attachment thing pass even faster. woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079160225269723410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzNUHh-sRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/glM62utwlGA/s400/blank.png" border="0" /&gt; | blank]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maroon 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - makes me wonder]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6915484703491669894?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6915484703491669894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6915484703491669894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6915484703491669894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6915484703491669894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-gonna-pee-on-my-pants-due-to-extreme.html' title='i&apos;m gonna pee on my pants due to extreme happiness'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnzD3Xh-sJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NXXh3kjSip4/s72-c/zecarbos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1926112815299316863</id><published>2007-06-19T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:11.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i look forward to outings every single week</title><content type='html'>time seems to pass faster if i'm looking forward to something in the particular week. for example this week, i have a talk at church tomorrow, on thursday - dinner with the carbohydrates and on friday - my grandma's birthday dinner. and what do you know?! tomorrow's wednesday already. so please ask me out for dinner more often so that time can pass by quickly for you too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates for last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14/06/2007 (thursday):&lt;/strong&gt; met up with &lt;a href="http://tsuyoku88.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green-chan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://goththeme-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;puff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for dinner at paragon's delifrance. :D haven't seen them since last semester?! haha. finally got to see green-chan's yamapi hair in person. &lt;em&gt;cho kakoi&lt;/em&gt;!~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/delifrance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i didn't really like that particular outlet though. they didn't even toast my croissant for a wee bit! i've always eaten the delifrance at raffles city but ever since it closed, i stopped going to any other outlets. i guess the one at ngee ann city is pretty good too. oh well, i did enjoy the company though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, we popped by hmv and some shop at cineleisure which sells lots pictures and posters of japanese stars. mostly male stars but the most prominent one is yamapi. you can find his stuff at every single corner of the entire shop. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16/06/2007 (saturday):&lt;/strong&gt; full day outing with the carbohydrates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/carbos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;i wish i could give our group a better name but i can't think of any suitable ones at the mo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have not gotten my pay since april, i couldn't really shop due to insufficient funds. 12 more days to the 7% GST increase and i haven't enjoyed the GSS yet! damn. i can go on complaining but i rather not in case i get sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked/shopped around town. soon bee and i bought a vest each from far east and wore it straightaway. haha. got a special discount too because soon bee's friend was working at that shop. :D double happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for dinner, we ate at food republic due to the lack of money (yes! i want to emphasize on this) and my craving for hokkien mee. we had early dinner at 5pm because i didn't want to queue. food republic's hokkien mee is like the only thing most people go there for. we were lucky to get our food before the crowd started coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rnfem3h-sGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KhsVHYL_igc/s1600-h/hokkienmee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077771864206389346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rnfem3h-sGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KhsVHYL_igc/s400/hokkienmee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 plate, 8 bucks and shared by 3 people. hokkien mee = &amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to say a big thank you to soon bee for being our prawn-peeler!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnfgDXh-sHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pfUBqqMdrSw/s1600-h/sb_prawnpeeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077773453344288882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnfgDXh-sHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pfUBqqMdrSw/s400/sb_prawnpeeler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha! yes i know i'm a spoilt and pampered brat who doesn't like to peel her own prawns. but at least i appreciate my prawn-peeler and post a picture of them peeling my prawns. :X i only peel them at home because i can wash my hand immediately. but when i'm outside, either my dad peels them for me or i just use my teeth to squeeze the meat out from the shell. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, some pictures of us making use of purikura booths without spending a single cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/carbospurika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol at the 4th picture. yes, we have all watched nobuta wo produce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this week to end quickly. better yet, i want this attachment to end now. sorry for saying this in almost every post but i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RnfltHh-sII/AAAAAAAAAPY/QpaIF0zRuw4/s400/discontent.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077779668161966210" /&gt; | discontent]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - when it rains]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1926112815299316863?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1926112815299316863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1926112815299316863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1926112815299316863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1926112815299316863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-look-forward-to-outings-every-single.html' title='i look forward to outings every single week'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rnfem3h-sGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KhsVHYL_igc/s72-c/hokkienmee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5480340845069281389</id><published>2007-06-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:12.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>in troubled times it's You i seek</title><content type='html'>this week is the 8th week of our attachment and we still have 8 more weeks to go. can somebody just stab me? *stabs myself if nobody does*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7/6/2007 (Thursday):&lt;/strong&gt; met the cuzzies after work. or rather after they got back from cameron highlands. i was sitting at home waiting for them to call. met them at marina square for dinper (dinner + supper) at hong kong cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cuzziecomicstrip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! we (more like cherie and i) had a fun time gushing about oguri shun. we were discussing about his next drama - hana kimi (japanese version). i can't wait. i loved him so much in hana yori dango! and of course pongie was clueless about what we were talking about which led to us talking about generation gap because pongie is 3 years older than us. hahaha!!! hilarious. but it's sad because cherie's already back at vancouver. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075134307610046514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm5_w3h-sDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lak_DnrNdK0/s400/cuzziehkfood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the food was alright. i only ate dim sum because i didn't have much appetite and i was craving for some. :) oh yes and to quote cherie on her pork floss and egg noodle, "maggie mee has never tasted sooo good." so yes, although the noodle is maggie mee's mee, it tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/7/2007 (Friday):&lt;/strong&gt; met up with the tp babes after work to celebrate tinggy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/hbdtinggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at plaza sing's cafe cartel. the food was good but the servings were too huge for me. i ended up wasting about 6 rib bones? the ones at the bottom looked really gross so i didn't eat them. haha. i think the ribs were really good on the first few bones but after that, the taste just gets to you and you get really sick of it. personally, i think if you want to eat ribs at cartel, share it instead of having the whole plate to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm6Df3h-sEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LdA42dgYS2Q/s1600-h/cafecartel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075138413598781506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm6Df3h-sEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LdA42dgYS2Q/s400/cafecartel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after dinner and walking around daiso, we took pictures at some really secluded exit corridor. haha. quite a number of people looked at what we were doing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/randomdump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, just a random dump because i'm lazy to edit the 70++ pictures that we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075141935471964242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm6Gs3h-sFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j2kga52k-eI/s400/crappy.png" border="0" /&gt; | crappy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" /&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - light up the sky]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5480340845069281389?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5480340845069281389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5480340845069281389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5480340845069281389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5480340845069281389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-troubled-times-its-you-i-seek.html' title='in troubled times it&apos;s You i seek'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rm5_w3h-sDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lak_DnrNdK0/s72-c/cuzziehkfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-6288876771417698826</id><published>2007-06-03T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:12.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>good food good company</title><content type='html'>it's time for an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really bummed because weekends passes by too quickly. it's monday again tomorrow and the repeat of a vicious cycle. i want internship to end so desperately. it's not that i'm not having fun. it's the people in the school who freaks me out. *shivers* i think there's only a handful of NORMAL people in there and they're suffering too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just put that aside and talk about food and happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27/05/07&lt;/strong&gt;: went out with cherie cuzzie on wednesday evening for dinner at marina square. although there's lots to eat at marina square but we took some time before we settled on changing appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071689109020696738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RmJCX6plYKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EsiDpyKA5Jc/s400/ca_drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we ordered a huge mug of chocolate shake and tiger prawn kebab for appetizers. sad to say, the prawns were not really tiger-looking (meaning HUGE). they were pathetically small. even smaller than normal prawns. but i have to say the seasoning was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071689834870169778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RmJDCKplYLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c5x2HtKpGfg/s400/ca_chickenshroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is my main course. although it looks really huge, the meat content in the chicken wasn't a lot. the sauce was good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071689834870169794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RmJDCKplYMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_gCaoetmNSs/s400/ca_chickenbaked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;cuzzie's baked rice was even better. cheese + hokkaido cream sauce is like so super sinful but it tasted so so good. only eat this if you are starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after walking around and regretting about not buying the topshop blouse before dinner every single minute, we went to starbucks to chill out, talk and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;hot chocolate before bed is definitely one of the things i miss most about my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29/05/07&lt;/strong&gt;: met up with ah du for dinner + shopping. ah du was feeling down on that day. i hoped you felt better after going out with me! :D please remember that we will always be there for you okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/meandduness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around town and bought myself a blue tunic/dress from forever21. i'm so in love with that current shade of blue right now. i think it's either cobalt blue or royal blue. i'm not really sure. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot me right now because tomorrow's monday. this week's schedule is so packed too! POTC3 on tuesday, dinner with the cuzzies on thursday (pongie's back!) and tinggy's birthday dinner on friday. and it'll be the weekends again! can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063341407627799602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSaLvoubDI/AAAAAAAAALY/8f6Y3aUsgnk/s400/sleepy.png" border="0" /&gt; | sleepy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the used&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - paralyzed]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-6288876771417698826?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/6288876771417698826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=6288876771417698826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6288876771417698826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/6288876771417698826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-food-good-company.html' title='good food good company'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RmJCX6plYKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EsiDpyKA5Jc/s72-c/ca_drinks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-246774301091423339</id><published>2007-05-27T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:13.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>take away my puff-ed up eye, please</title><content type='html'>i just went to see the doctor not long ago because my right eye is really swollen right now due to conjunctivitis - you know, the case where your grandma will say that you've been peeking at naked guys/girls. but it's really a fake theory. so i have to take 2 pills before my 3 meals which is quite a big feat for me because i have never liked taking medicine. and just thinking about swallowing a pill makes me want to barf. so i searched online for tips in swallowing pills. HAHA. call me retarded or whatever but it really did help. i actually swallowed both my pills! :D i am so proud of myself. if anybody out there has a problem in swallowing pills, just get some jelly, mash it in your mouth, pop in the pill and swallow! man, it just glides down your throat. the best thing is - my dad won some vitagen lucky draw and got us 50 cups of free jelly/puddings. am i blessed or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with cherie cuzzie yesterday for some shopping. she's leaving in 2 weeks! :( hopefully i can earn me some moolah to buy a ticket to canada next year. 70% possibility. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/dtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at ding tai feng for the second time this month. but i love it. nothing tastes better than piping hot xiao long paos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rlj-9aplYJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Vh2czKZeC3s/s1600-h/baos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069081711684706450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rlj-9aplYJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Vh2czKZeC3s/s400/baos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rlj-xqplYII/AAAAAAAAAOI/xKM3W17I1oQ/s1600-h/friedrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069081509821243522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rlj-xqplYII/AAAAAAAAAOI/xKM3W17I1oQ/s400/friedrice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and one very hilarious thing that happened was when a waitress asked us if we wanted any drinks and she said, "we have chrysanthemum tea, longan tea, chinese tea and anything and whatever". LOL! the way she said it was so natural we forgot that "anything" and "whatever" is a drink. it took us like 2 seconds to process before we understood what she meant and we kept laughing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we had dessert at TCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/TCC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we took some pictures while waiting for our drinks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/cuzzieme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't really see my swollen eye here but it's there if you look reaaally closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another cuzzie outing on wednesday! thank God thursday's a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063341407627799602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSaLvoubDI/AAAAAAAAALY/8f6Y3aUsgnk/s400/sleepy.png" border="0" /&gt; | sleepy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the used&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - earthquake]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-246774301091423339?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/246774301091423339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=246774301091423339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/246774301091423339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/246774301091423339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-away-my-puff-ed-up-eye-please.html' title='take away my puff-ed up eye, please'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rlj-9aplYJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Vh2czKZeC3s/s72-c/baos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-4134544639172569798</id><published>2007-05-23T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:13.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>ma sexy lil' ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlQt4aplYGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4I8nwR8y24I/s1600-h/shrekears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067725927948312674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlQt4aplYGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4I8nwR8y24I/s400/shrekears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love my shrek ears. (a big thank you to tinggy for helping me to buy it! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some people think that this whole "shrek-ears" thing is very stupid but i don't care. i like it. gwen mama please buy it soon so that we can camwhore together. hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom also has a pair of tigger ears which we bought at disneyland last year and i took the chance to camwhore a lil' bit when i was alone at the haunted hotel situated in narita. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067719343763447874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlQn5KplYEI/AAAAAAAAANo/Hrg7FR5L1Yg/s400/tiggerears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but somehow, i think i still prefer my shrek ears. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to another topic, the season one of heroes is O.V.E.R.! *sobs* i shall just wear my shrek ears to comfort myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067721267908796498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlQppKplYFI/AAAAAAAAANw/3wSmIeDAxCs/s400/ditzy.png" border="0" /&gt;  ditzy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - medicine]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-4134544639172569798?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/4134544639172569798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=4134544639172569798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4134544639172569798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/4134544639172569798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-ears-ma-sexy-lil-ears.html' title='ma sexy lil&apos; ears'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlQt4aplYGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4I8nwR8y24I/s72-c/shrekears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5455614600187869978</id><published>2007-05-20T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:13.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>part 5: papa's birthday treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlBIcqplYBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x2dTm6KAEgM/s1600-h/xlb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066629238114050066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlBIcqplYBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x2dTm6KAEgM/s400/xlb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;papa brought us out for dinner today at ding tai feng (it's also sorta like a birthday treat because he always brings us out when it's someones birthday). i had a craving for xiao long baos for quite some time and i finally get to satisfy this craving. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during dinner, my dad asked me if i wanted a new handphone for my birthday. before i could say anything, my mother said "no daddy, don't spoil her can anot!". &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlBMDKplYCI/AAAAAAAAANY/VjvTVgfITfI/s400/pleased.png" border="0" /&gt; | pleased]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snow patrol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - signal fire]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5455614600187869978?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5455614600187869978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5455614600187869978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5455614600187869978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5455614600187869978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/part-5-papas-birthday-treat.html' title='part 5: papa&apos;s birthday treat'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RlBIcqplYBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x2dTm6KAEgM/s72-c/xlb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-5784703017156160044</id><published>2007-05-19T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:14.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>part 4: belated birthday dinner with the crazies</title><content type='html'>arghhhh! i hate to blog without any pictures. so here's just one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rk5i2qplX_I/AAAAAAAAANA/NzsQObvYM9g/s1600-h/craziesprezzies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066095322139549682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rk5i2qplX_I/AAAAAAAAANA/NzsQObvYM9g/s400/craziesprezzies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thanks for the presents :) tortoise plushie from tinggy, grey top from ah du and gwen mama and the pudding plushie from myself. :D so now my bed is like overcrowded with these adorable and super huggable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't take any pictures during the dinner (and it was also because i brought my camera without the memory card inside! wth!!!) due to the 2 "special" guests who tagged along. they are none other than the potato pig and the ham who came just because they have nothing better to do. =_= their presence made us feel &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; because they looked &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; while waiting for us outside the shops. asked them where they want to go they replied anywhere. asked them if they felt &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; they said no we feel very entertained. in the end they left us sitting at BK without saying a word (they did wave goodbye but that's not a word :p ). haha i sound like i'm complaning but i guess i have to say that i appreciate their company? after all they said that their company is the best present anyone could have. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was alright during dinner. it's always alright during dinner with guys (ah du's smack-her-lips action and the venom - veenom thing was the highlight of the dinner. haha. hilarous). the aftermath (yes, AFTERMATH) makes girls want to kill guys. :D gwen mama will totally agree with me. ohoho~ moral of the story: most guys make better meal companions than shopping companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go shopping with girls because it's more efficient and effective! *grins* next saturday with cuzzie! can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066105844809424898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rk5sbKplYAI/AAAAAAAAANI/NIWQBqVG-4k/s400/pissed+off.png" border="0" /&gt; pissed]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;linkin park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - leave out all the rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-5784703017156160044?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/5784703017156160044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=5784703017156160044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5784703017156160044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/5784703017156160044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/part-4-belated-birthday-dinner-with.html' title='part 4: belated birthday dinner with the crazies'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rk5i2qplX_I/AAAAAAAAANA/NzsQObvYM9g/s72-c/craziesprezzies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-3676615518164702568</id><published>2007-05-14T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:15.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>part 3: dinner at new york new york</title><content type='html'>yes yes, i'm currently slacking at work now. not that there is nothing to do but we're sorta taking our time to do it. :X after all, we are all pros at burning midnight oil. no fear. :P spent the whole morning editing the pictures so ya'll better appreciate it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064269575830269074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkfmWPoubJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mWbdZhHFYvg/s400/ny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really fun time with noodles and soon bee yesterday. finally tasted new york new york's food. i couldn't finish mine because the serving was quite big. in terms of service wise, not bad. except that we waited quite long for our candy floss and in the end they said that the machine was spoilt. but we still managed to eat it in the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures that we took at the restaurant while waiting for our food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;it's been a long time since i've worn PINK. lol! and one of my church friends asked me why i looked so girly yesterday. =_= i still love black though. black is the universal colour of all colours. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our food arrived shortly after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ny22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the pork lasagna was really good but it was really cheesy = fattening. haha. but i guess it's okay if consumed once in a blue moon. :D my meatball spaghetti was not bad either. just that the spaghetti wasn't as bouncy as i'd liked it to be. prego anyone?! ohohoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for dessert, we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkfq5foubMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Xf5E2ECpWXk/s1600-h/ny4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064274579467168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkfq5foubMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Xf5E2ECpWXk/s400/ny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candle wax drippings. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ny5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely heavenly even though i think that the fondue at haagen daaz would be better. because hot chocolate fondue + ice cream = da bomb. *drools just thinking about it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our cotton candy only after we have paid our bill because the waiter who said he would send the candy over did not do so! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ny6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple flavoured cotton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkf9k_oubNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l3pCumIzEz0/s1600-h/ny7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064295118000778450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkf9k_oubNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l3pCumIzEz0/s400/ny7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town after dinner to get a gift for my mother. went to borders and then decided to buy it at kinokuniya because i have 10% discount off for all things. by then, we were really tired and the thought of having to work the next day made me really depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more cam-whoring because we are girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/ny8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;while taking pictures in the toilet, one auntie looked at us like we're a bunch of freaks. lol. nothing wrong with taking pictures in the toilet okay. i love the lightings. not too bright not too dim. just nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, may i present to you the 4-faced noodles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkgAKPoubOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jV7YHso4ITg/s1600-h/ny9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064297956974161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkgAKPoubOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/jV7YHso4ITg/s400/ny9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she cracks me up everytime and she willingly lets me take pictures of her. i like. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064298339226250482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkgAgfoubPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gggievQv2OQ/s400/lethargic.png" border="0" /&gt; | lethargic]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;punchline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - the world]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-3676615518164702568?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/3676615518164702568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=3676615518164702568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3676615518164702568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/3676615518164702568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/part-3-dinner-at-new-york-new-york.html' title='part 3: dinner at new york new york'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkfmWPoubJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mWbdZhHFYvg/s72-c/ny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1072617816992193986</id><published>2007-05-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:15.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mothers' day</title><content type='html'>first of all, happy mothers' day to all mothers in the world. was at church today and uncle mark said that mother's have the toughest job ever. they are the ones who do all the nurturing and worrying. i totally agree. my mom always worries about the slightest thing. i guess it's just a normal mother instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the gift to my mummy dearest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkcgPvoubHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/t4a4AY9J5rg/s1600-h/nrinnocent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064051760858819698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkcgPvoubHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/t4a4AY9J5rg/s400/nrinnocent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest book by her favourite author ever. and it's only out in large print. not yet in paperback. *sigh* means i had to pay more for it but it's okay, since i've just gotten my birthday money from my aunts and uncles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog about part 3 of my birthday celebration at work tomorrow. :P lazy to edit the pictures and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052280549862530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/Rkcgt_oubII/AAAAAAAAAMA/2HMs1MaZFOU/s400/bloated.png" border="0" /&gt; | bloated] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's THAT fucking time of the month! hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - for a pessimist i'm pretty optimistic]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1072617816992193986?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1072617816992193986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1072617816992193986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1072617816992193986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1072617816992193986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mothers&apos; day'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkcgPvoubHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/t4a4AY9J5rg/s72-c/nrinnocent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1111482395158472004</id><published>2007-05-12T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:15.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>part 2: sumptuous birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>loads of people asked me why i didn't go out to celebrate my birthday today. the answer is simply because my aunt's cooking beats (pwns!) all other restaurants in the whole wide world(which means i would rather eat my aunt's cooking on this very day instead of eating at other places). and nothing's better than family time. plus it was good to bring my cuzzie over because my aunt used to live in canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063668374898109506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkXDjvoubEI/AAAAAAAAALg/DgOhnGiZVwM/s400/auntscooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;abacus/yi mee/steamed pumpkin stuffed with pork and mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she spent an hour plus telling my cuzzie about her experience, cooking tips and which food is good there. haha. very interesting but i don't know when i'll be flying over for a visit. hopefully soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 3 tomorrow and part 4 next friday. i think it's the longest birthday i've ever had. :D love you all so much. and thank you to those who sent me birthday greetings be it through msn, sms or tags! &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRR! cuzzie and i didn't take any pictures today! we shall take a hundred pictures on our next date! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkXIdfoubGI/AAAAAAAAALw/2NWGnxyCZV8/s400/touched.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063673765082066018" /&gt; | touched]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - sugarcult]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1111482395158472004?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1111482395158472004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1111482395158472004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1111482395158472004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1111482395158472004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/part-2-sumptuous-birthday-dinner.html' title='part 2: sumptuous birthday dinner'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkXDjvoubEI/AAAAAAAAALg/DgOhnGiZVwM/s72-c/auntscooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-7399867196537201056</id><published>2007-05-11T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:16.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>part 1: pre-birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSQDvoubAI/AAAAAAAAALA/qUS5aj_-LOQ/s1600-h/shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063330275072568322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSQDvoubAI/AAAAAAAAALA/qUS5aj_-LOQ/s400/shadows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love our shadows in the picture because it makes me look slim. hahaha. okayy.. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour until the clock strikes 12 and i will turn 19 years old. i will make sure that i appreciate my last year of being a TEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sushi tei for dinner with tinggy. food is 2 times more expensive than sakae sushi but the dragon roll is my favourite of all sushis in the world. this is what we shared/ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063329179855907826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSPD_oua_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/7WMLbIIx1Po/s400/sushitei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we only ordered 3 dishes but i was very full after everything. it seems that i can't eat as much as before after drinking that gruesome shake. but i'm fine with it. save money and not gain weight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063332852052945938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSSZvoubBI/AAAAAAAAALI/rPz9o09fQZ0/s400/honeydewmobile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and we took this picture on monday (i think). because we have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherie (cuzzie #1) is back from canada! going see her tomorrow at my grandmother's place. lol. even though there's nothing to do at my grandmother's place other than stoning, my aunt's cooking is ichiban so it'll be great. pongie (cuzzie #2) is still far far away from singapore. lol. come home soon even though if you don't feel like it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063341407627799602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSaLvoubDI/AAAAAAAAALY/8f6Y3aUsgnk/s400/sleepy.png" border="0" /&gt; | sleepy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;breaking benjamin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - the diary of jane]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-7399867196537201056?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/7399867196537201056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=7399867196537201056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7399867196537201056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/7399867196537201056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/part-1-pre-birthday-celebration.html' title='part 1: pre-birthday celebration'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkSQDvoubAI/AAAAAAAAALA/qUS5aj_-LOQ/s72-c/shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-607101523235543772</id><published>2007-05-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:16.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layouts'/><title type='text'>TGTIF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkLBBfoua-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/u1lh_xIPDIM/s1600-h/hayl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062821162534202338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkLBBfoua-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/u1lh_xIPDIM/s400/hayl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGTIF: thank God tomorrow is friday. lol. was initially super excited about tomorrow but ah du's sick! haha. get well soon! but fret not, i have back-up plans with tinggy! we've been wanting to eat at sushi tei for the longest time. i miss their dragon sushi! pictures to come... 3 days worth of celebrations! weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new layout. hayley is the best female rock singer ever. i even have a tamaki LJ mood theme thing going on simply because i love him. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mood: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/chipper.png" border="0" alt=""&gt; | chippy]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0"&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blink 182&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - reckless abandon]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-607101523235543772?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/607101523235543772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=607101523235543772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/607101523235543772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/607101523235543772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/tgtif.html' title='TGTIF!'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RkLBBfoua-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/u1lh_xIPDIM/s72-c/hayl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-1378032808525344916</id><published>2007-05-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:09:16.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><title type='text'>o' hail the brightness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RjyF0_oua9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/KqGh-tAqr6o/s1600-h/moonnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061067226739534802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RjyF0_oua9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/KqGh-tAqr6o/s400/moonnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;extreme lack of events this week. on a random note, the moon was really bright on thursday night (makes me think of werewolves. haha). initially, i thought that my neighbour switched on a spotlight or something when i saw light streaming in from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't for next weekend. it's going to be good. :) even though i'm going to be one year older (and wiser, of course :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - tomorrow's way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-1378032808525344916?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/1378032808525344916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=1378032808525344916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1378032808525344916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/1378032808525344916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-hail-brightness.html' title='o&apos; hail the brightness.'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v_3sRVVCKhI/RjyF0_oua9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/KqGh-tAqr6o/s72-c/moonnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6497672.post-878075396632892962</id><published>2007-04-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:57:03.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>quick random update</title><content type='html'>ahhh. i'm so tired now because i stayed up late watching tv last night. but it's okay because it's a public holiday tomorrow!!! can't wait for the next one (vesak day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we updated zhonghua secondary's wikipedia page today and we found out that 95.4% of the express students are eligible for junior college this year and 100% of them are eligible for polytechnics. which means nobody failed. tinggy and i were both left speechless. i think that less than 20% of the students in my school went to JC? goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this saturday! reunion with TP babes for the 10k presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i still owe 2 people their blogskins. sorry ah! i will try my best to do it asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claire_meteor/note.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fall out boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 7 minutes in heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6497672-878075396632892962?l=claireau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/feeds/878075396632892962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6497672&amp;postID=878075396632892962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/878075396632892962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6497672/posts/default/878075396632892962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claireau.blogspot.com/2007/04/quick-random-update.html' title='quick random update'/><author><name>Claire Au</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
