<?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-7216369</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:11:12.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Elegance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-4257049131230434685</id><published>2007-12-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:04:42.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I guess its time for a change. I've been spending more time multiplying than I ever blog. I can't believe that I'll be doing this but let's just say I might have some control writing there than here. A new year means fresh new beginnings, history that's ready to be made. Its sad though to live this empty space behind. Its been here since I started poly life and I'm getting emotionally attached to it. Well, for those who know me and still want to keep in touch, lets meet in multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-4257049131230434685?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4257049131230434685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=4257049131230434685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4257049131230434685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4257049131230434685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-9137058293539155000</id><published>2007-12-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:29:52.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SG Drift</title><content type='html'>Hari Raya Haji celebration was nothing special. We went to atuk's house and chill till 8.30pm. We always went for eid prayer near an open field at yishun stadium. Again being the only capable driver in the family, I had no choice. Dad always acted handicapped whenever this driving issue came about. The journey there has improved. I took 15mins ratehr than the usual 30mins. I know they were holding their breath as I zipped in between two big lorries. Padan muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that only my family and my uncle went to atuk's house. The others were simply busy, working, honey-mooning or went for their holiday. My small cousin has been circumsized and my uncle kept on telling me about the story. Amazing how I laughed till my tears dropped. The host cooked mee soto and one thing why I love about this dish is the begedil. After all that eating, we sat down and chat while watching asian idol. We were still eating chips and whatsnot while watching the tube. Aunt even served us coffee and tea. I love chilling out at atuk's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rushed for class today, I simply forgot that there's a test. I was unprepared but luckily its openbook. Though still I'm not that 100% sure I'll get good marks this time. I was alone and in misery. Today, it didn't take me long to leave class on the dot without delay and went straight back home. So here I am now. There's this incident though while travelling back in the mrt. An old man fainted and one of the commuters press the emergency button. I was shocked as he landed near my feet. There's no serious injury but I think that old man was very drunk. He acted like one pychopath and wouldn't let others helped him when he's conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I can't wait for the so call tokyo drift race I'll be having with the cousin tonight. Its kpe time. Let's just see who arrives first at the pitt stop. I need the adrenaline rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-9137058293539155000?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/9137058293539155000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=9137058293539155000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/9137058293539155000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/9137058293539155000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/sg-drift.html' title='SG Drift'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3031833088688203985</id><published>2007-12-17T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:44:08.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Very Bad</title><content type='html'>I had a very bad experience while going geylang with aisha and fathima. So bad that it made me called up mum and complained it to her. One thing why I love to confide with my mum is because she always agrees with everything that I said. Being the only two with the intuitions, vibes and psychic in the family. So far its almost true. haha. So as I was saying, I was being insulted in front of a few people after trying out a scarf by this women who own the largest shop in pasar geylang. The ironic part was that I'm not the one who tried the scarf but since I'm the one who speaks and understand malay so the insult definitely was meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how these people man their business. The way they treat their customers. I mean we have the right to try on and ending up not buying the stuff. You don't have to get touchy feely sensitive about the whole situation. She reprimanded me for not saying thank you to her after taking up so long in trying the scarf. Big deal. First of all, she's not the one who attend to us, being the boss and all. Infact she was sweet to us in the first place. Then my friend decided not to buy the scarf, seeing that the price tag is quite expensive and the bargaining was not going anywhere, so she decided to leave the shop. I said my thank you's to the helper who attended to us and went out of the shop. Thats when the drama begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked why we are not buying the scarf and when I plainly told her that we like to look around, she started to act rude. She kept on insisting that we should've said our thank you's to her before leaving the shop. She really made a biggie. I was shocked that I just walked away so as to not creating more trouble, but trouble there was. Even after we walk off, she still stared at us and repeating the whole damn phrase. My friends were sorry that I had to put up with it and I do feel a little bruised by it. In my whole life, I've never been insulted publicly by a stranger. She was like teaching me manners, when she's the one who doesn't even act like one. I was very annoyed cause this is one shop that we always go to when we wanted to buy scarf. Recall a makcik who wears glasses with beaded necklace attached to it. There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn pissed off. Luckily katherine heigl's sweet face managed to divert my mood and attention to something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.movieposteraddict.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/mpa27dressesposter.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I still won't be going to that shop ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3031833088688203985?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3031833088688203985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3031833088688203985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3031833088688203985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3031833088688203985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/very-very-bad.html' title='Very Very Bad'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5265787768013098282</id><published>2007-12-15T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:26:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of a Sudden</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it. My new haircut has been creating waves. Some has seen it under my private photos, send sms and even called me and then there are some who's been asking me again and again for the toilet tour. These friends of mine has been requesting me to adjust my scarf just so that they can play with my new fringe. &lt;em&gt;Pelik tapi benar&lt;/em&gt;. The aunt told me I look young just like when I was back in kindergarden days. Then my mum told me I look like one mixed indian chinese sesat. Dad just stood there and asked me to clean up the dresser, just because. There's the typical cleopatra remarks about the haricut. I simply have no peace, not with all this sudden attention. According to aisha, I lost my elegance title because I have no longer, long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for the old adoration to grow. For now, I'm stuck with the iban image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5265787768013098282?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5265787768013098282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5265787768013098282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5265787768013098282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5265787768013098282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-of-sudder.html' title='Out of a Sudden'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1094404749741972222</id><published>2007-12-14T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:23:55.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.zap2it.com/frominsidethebox/images/2007/04/17/pcd_chelsea_045r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chelsea from the pcd show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swoon in by her new image that I too dreamt of having that exact same haircut as her. Just yesterday, I did just that and now its freaking me out. I am having mixed feelings right now. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry but at the same time I do feel that it does suits me (which my big head is constantly saying: Yeah, right!). So I showed it to some people and one particular person pointed out the resemblance to the iban people. Gosh! Haha. That definitely cracks me up. I just hope that my bangs will grow longer faster. I miss my old long hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1094404749741972222?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1094404749741972222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1094404749741972222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1094404749741972222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1094404749741972222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/disaster-bay.html' title='Disaster Bay'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2233125019062180114</id><published>2007-12-13T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:43:53.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>It was the latest when I came back home yesterday. At 12.10am to be precise. The movie date with hidayah was entertaining and we laugh ourselves out after The Heartbreak Kid. The sexual scenes was funny and jerry stiller was crazy. The fakeness of some part of it makes us want to roll down the stairs, clutching our tummies to one side and just roar with laughter. Infact, feeling that that does not satisfied our desires, she recommended starbucks. The java chip made me high. We talk and complained about how tiring the holidays can be. We have something to add in common as she's not single single anymore. Its a great feeling, knowing that I play a little part in persuading her into the relationship and I do think she's very happy right now. Well, there may also be some downs throughout but that's life isn't it. I do think her mr macho is such a nice man, just like my baby. (huahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/DSC02676.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girlfriend and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need some timeout. The holidays is supposed to be times of relaxation and just hang out with your loved ones, which I still do not have the time to do that yet. Last year, we head on to Sentosa but this year we were so busy that we don't plan a thing. Maybe we will do the random or do some balloting. I am seriously in need of some entertainment. Life can be boring but luckily these lovely people fill up the empty spaces within. I am looking forward for that window shopping trip with nadia, the karaoke session with the girlfriend and most importantly: this sunday. I need love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2233125019062180114?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2233125019062180114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2233125019062180114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2233125019062180114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2233125019062180114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1129847556661758517</id><published>2007-12-11T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:43:03.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I Love Weddings</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, all went well at the wedding. My cousin had a hard time during the akad nikah but in the end, he is now officially the husband to the girl of his dreams. I was deadbeat from the wedding that I skipped my pbf class on monday. My arm was tense and every muscles and nerves were taut after the whole tiring event. This wedding was special. We almost did everything by ourselves, at least that's what my aunt did. She did her own &lt;em&gt;hantarans&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;berkats&lt;/em&gt; and even I chipped in by decorating the cupcakes. We spend our nights by cooking the cupcakes till 4 am and its even after the nikah. It's hectic, very hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body seems to be taking its time to recuperate. Initially, when I came, I weigh and I lost 2 kg and even after the eventI lost an extra kilo. Probably due to the walking to and fro in high heels from blk 710 to 719. Blurdy, lifts renovations and the rain too made our work impossible. Imagine me with my baju kurung holding one umbrella in one hand and one big big bag of berkats(count:200), walking through the rain with heels. Pure agony. I won't dwell that much on the pain side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, here's some sneak previews of the two days event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-564.friendster.com/e1/photos/46/53/3303564/1_782724688m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to the bride's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/DSC02428.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look of relieve; its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/DSC02625.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the lens; with my grandad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/DSC02647.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to md ariffin aka abg helmi and nur hana. More pictures to come in my multiply soon. I'm off to school now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1129847556661758517?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1129847556661758517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1129847556661758517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1129847556661758517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1129847556661758517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-i-love-weddings.html' title='Where I Love Weddings'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-9083168087427012632</id><published>2007-12-06T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T11:57:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sight</title><content type='html'>Despite my cold, I've been busy doing my 'homework' for the upcoming holiday; looking through several travel agencies and classifieds for the perfect package. It was not as easy as it seems. Comparing one place to the other, the itineries that they offer and the budget. Reminds me of the london summer school pamphlet I have stashed in one corner of my desk. I am hoping to go there for that three weeks course on my second or third year. That trip will cost a bomb and through my estimation, at least fivek. I'll prepare myself for that when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fascinated about travelling out of Singapore just recently. Maybe I got bored with the sceneries that we have here. Limited travel options locally; be it sentosa, the zoo, night safari, jurong bird park. Lets just say, I've been there and done that, too many times already. Though I must say kudos to them for trying to improve and upgrade Singapore to be yet another hotspot for tourism in asia but still our space is so restricted. Apart from the blooming of shopping centres islandwide like mushrooms, I have no further complains. Although the outlets are almost the same whether its at causeway point or tampines mall, I hope for something different to happen. The prospect of H&amp;amp;M at ion is a good start and I'm suggesting Macy*s next. I'm starting to love departmental stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, no matter how I tried to distract myself from shopping, I'll always talk about it later. It doesn't help that I am frequently checking out my favourite brands on their site for new arrivals or upcoming designs. Slap me with a bigger matchstick. On the contrary, school is really getting mundane. Apart from getting an A for intro econs test (which I did last minute revising), it has been a routine. I cannot live without my scientific calculator and I am thinking of ways how to survive the exams without one. Hopefully they test out in small real numbers and nothing too mind torturing with neverending decimals. I don't have to worry about that for accounts, should I? So far I've never encountered such cases where by I need to balance my balance sheet in decimals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mondomags.com/magcom/covers/0/06/263/0062633_l.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the funny colored paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I really find econs challenging cause I'm not a graph person. I love numbers and calculations. Memorizing theories has become second nature since the banking and finance module I've taken is more of a memory work. I'm learning to read &lt;a href="http://www.businesstimes.com.sg/"&gt;the business times &lt;/a&gt;section more dilligently now and trying to piece out what's been happening out there in the finance world. Trust me, the process of figuring things out is slow. In the end, it gives me a major headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-9083168087427012632?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/9083168087427012632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=9083168087427012632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/9083168087427012632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/9083168087427012632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/out-of-sight.html' title='Out of Sight'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2032019598432166991</id><published>2007-12-05T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:13:45.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon A Star</title><content type='html'>Wow, I might be going for a holiday! A great news to be anticipate with wild hope. It's still am undergoing of plans about where to go, looking for the perfect package but the company is settled, and no it's not with my family. This time we wanted to try and be independent. Being 21 breathe in a new retrospective of life, as I am speaking of the few more years that we will still be single single. You get what I mean. So, I am really really looking forward to it. The sea, the breeze, the theraphy, the joy of being adventurous with unlimited bounds. Pure freedom, though in the deep bottomest part of our hearts we still know how grounded we need to be. Gosh, talking about it already made me excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fascinating.com.sg/free&amp;amp;easy/indonesia/images/Banyan%20Tree%20Bintan-%20Sunset%20@%20BFPV.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be dreaming of this for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, I'm not in a good of health lately. Blood pressure down, unbalanced eating lifestyle. I need more meats and definitely love. Another one more week to go though. I will definitely get my portion of meat eating this coming weekend as its the cousin's wedding. I'm partially anticipating and partialy not as I will have to miss the sat's econs crashing class. Too bad, but I know it will be fun cause its time to snap snap snap with my camera. Thought of sewing my own dress for the event but its a little too late. I won't have enough time to actually go to arab st, cut and sew, all in a matter of two days. I'm not that professional yet. Let's just see what new combinations I had in mind for the 2 whole days wedding ceremony. As if I'm the one who's getting married. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkout my multiply in 4 more days, I promise lots and lots of photos coming right up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2032019598432166991?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2032019598432166991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2032019598432166991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2032019598432166991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2032019598432166991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/12/upon-star.html' title='Upon A Star'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1305241342576156450</id><published>2007-11-16T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:02:43.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Hope</title><content type='html'>Tuning to: No One by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You and me together,&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t worry cause everything’s gonna be all right "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get back from school and decided to unwind by penning this entry. It shouldn't be this way but I am just in the mood to share. I really think I'm putting more weight. Since monday till today, I've been eating full three meals per day. Thanks alot to the wonderful friends I met. Its real hard to resist temptation when the billboards keep on flashing tanatalizing dishes. My new close buddies at school; aisha and fathima has been under the 'always eat' category. Despite one is trying to lose wieght and the other is trying to gain weight, I stood in the middle as the neutral party. I don't want to go in either direction but now I can feel a slight pulling to the gaining weight party. I'm putting my hope and faith that the constant walking home from the mrt will help. Then there is the date, where someone is treating me tom yam. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played scrabbles after class today. Despite the class ended early, we came back home late. This is so typical of us nowadays. The promise that we will do the assignments and tutorials after class was diminished when mona (another friend) bought the scrabbles from the school carnival. We started off competitively and everyone was trying to outdo the other by stacking more mumbo jumbo words that have never been heard before. It was fun while it lasted and I get migrain attacks afterwards. Too much muscle tense and brain power. You can guess who the top scorer was. Heh. I really enjoyed the game and what makes me more happier was the visit to fathima's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see her mother always cooks briyani on friday. Since I starve myself since early morning with no breakfast and we play scrabbles till late noon, my stomach made a nice grumbling noise that initiated that I should be feeding myself anytime soon. So, when she told us we can eat at her house, we didn't think twice. Also, I had this perception that indian cooks killer briyani and indeed it is. I can still smell the dhaal and the spicy chicken curry is damn good. I had two big servings, thanks to the mother who kept on spooning me with more rice. I can't believe her mum still remembers my mum during the send off to sri lanka. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should go and bathe now. There's still two more albums of pictures for me to upload but I can't seem to find the time to go online. I admit although I'm busy now but I'm more happier than I used to be. Prolly, the change in him and the way he treats me, made me feel special. Who would've thought after such calamity and that outburst, things really change. Not that we didn't have a splendid &lt;em&gt;rishta&lt;/em&gt;, we do. It's just that now, its even more better and we know it. Maybe its just another phase we're going through. As quoted from stardust which goes something like this: &lt;em&gt;there's so much emotions and love that I have for you that I cannot contain till it bursts and overflows to your heart&lt;/em&gt;. Wow, that really touches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a self-confessed unoveremotional person though, I'll stand by that. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1305241342576156450?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1305241342576156450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1305241342576156450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1305241342576156450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1305241342576156450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/false-hope.html' title='False Hope'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1724197345012627733</id><published>2007-11-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:44:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Speak Best</title><content type='html'>Tuning to: ini aku adanya by Radja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jangan pernah kau merasa sepi,&lt;br /&gt;bila kadar waktuku yang sedikit untukmu,&lt;br /&gt;walau kau anggap diriku sama,&lt;br /&gt; aku bisa terima kerna ku mencinta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I can't resist to startup this almost mundane blog of mine. Although, there maybe no readers and at the end of it I maybe the only one who reads it, but I'm satisfied with that. It doesn't matter if I'm reading what I said many times cause the idea might just get into my head. Brings a whole new meaning to listening to your own thoughts aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been upto nothing. If some of you have been multiplying your way to my other source, you can say I'm doing something but on a whole, life has been pretty much the same. A little hiccup I must say has been hopping its way into our relationship but everything's fine now. It didn't last for more than 24 hours but left me crying in bed for erm only god knows how long. Again, I know its been a while that I am in this comfort zone and when this hiccup came, it threw me off the edge. I know I had to put some censorship or ratings to what I said. My mouth has been on a free toll lately that whatever that comes out off it, might be hurting someone. A lethal weapon, this mouth is. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is very far off from my list of things to do now. Not that I am strap for cash but saving is very very important nowadays. How I restraint myself is to always coax this stubborn self by emphasising on the car that I really want. Again, not that the buying of car is on my list either, just one of my yearning pleasures. So, to cure myself of shopping, I read lots and lots of books about ladies who broke their credit cards and let their financial consultants went bonkers chasing them. Sophie Kinsella's shopaholic has been one of the best retail-book-theraphy I have ever read. Marian Keyes brings a new level to adult humor, which made me laugh my socks off. Not forgetting, a book that has been sitting on my shelf which I have to force myself to read: the principles of banking and finance by mishkins and eakins. You may ask what it has got to do with shopping, well almost everything. I called it 'the' shopping of financial traders in stocks and bond markets. Not quite as interesting as shopping for a pair of shoes at Nine West or something but the returns can spin any heads any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my eyeballs flasing the money signs like a jackpot win, ting, ting, ting..bingo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1724197345012627733?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1724197345012627733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1724197345012627733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1724197345012627733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1724197345012627733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-speak-best.html' title='What I Speak Best'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-8055418285940434326</id><published>2007-10-26T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:55:57.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I itch to be a normal girl, an average girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish to slump behind my shadows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and unacknowledge my presence or even existence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope to hide my face behind my veil and just walk with solitude. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone, towards where I want to be best: isolation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I depressed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or am I just running away from the truth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is which, I know survival is vital.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It scares me to realise how vunerable I can be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Putting down my guard and let others have fun with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not usually me, but I did it and I'm not proud of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always thought, nothing can go wrong when there's no wrong to start with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's a mistake?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A plenty which I know I made of and yet still continuing of doing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A human.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full of flaws and imperfections.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-8055418285940434326?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8055418285940434326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=8055418285940434326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8055418285940434326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8055418285940434326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/poetic-day.html' title='Poetic Day'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-6971651086591539301</id><published>2007-10-17T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:50:59.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscalculated Risk</title><content type='html'>"When the right time comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wanting to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day of eid, I was having my pbf (banking&amp;amp; finance) test. I admit I didn't put in enough effort for it. I won't try to blame the raya preparations, that late night geylang-hopping for dad's baju kurung or even the 'till morning' visits to my relative's house. I have only myself to blame. I was so tired and out of my shell that my brain simply ceased to standby. The test was not even hard, it was predictable but I mistakenly jumbled up the formula. I knew I had it right but one interest rate should be over the other. Let's just say I made a miscalculation. Not enough, I made an assumption or what my friends told me that there will be no essays, just calculations. Stock prices, bond prices, future value, present value; that sort of thing. So I was suprised to see two questions stating to discuss on the four commonly limitations of the internal rate of return. You wouldn't want me to get started on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always another try but really I won't want to make the same mistake during exams. If I screw up, I definitely screw up big time. My dearest mom has been so paranoid when she heard about her friend's daughter's friend (you know how mom get their info), failed her exams twice which resulted her to dropout of her course. Its hard to assure my mom that it might be different for my case. I guess I just have to prove to her my worth. Lately she's been so cynical over matters that do and do not concern her. Funny, entertaining but can be a tad lengthy sometimes. No matter what, I still love &lt;s&gt;to irritate&lt;/s&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neon sign for my love life has been blinking with the slogan of "absence makes the heart grows fonder". As a prove, the sms'es has been about 'I'm missing you' for the past few weeks. I guess it's hard when you know you want it but you just can't have it yet. Truthfully challenging, and I always end up a notch sadder just at the thoughts of him. I do met him on the eve of raya but that was that. I should be contented but the idea just doesn't seem to stick on my cerebral. God, I'm singing soulmate by natasha now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-6971651086591539301?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6971651086591539301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=6971651086591539301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6971651086591539301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6971651086591539301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-right-time-comes-ill-be-wanting-to.html' title='Miscalculated Risk'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1371740585661746719</id><published>2007-10-13T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T10:06:11.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Selamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aidilfitri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/DSC00783.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kalau ada salah dan silap, terkasar bahasa mahupun menyinggung perasaan dan hati sesetengah pihak yang mana, harap di maafkan. Semoga eid yang mulia ini memberi pengertian baru untuk kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1371740585661746719?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1371740585661746719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1371740585661746719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1371740585661746719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1371740585661746719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-one.html' title='A Happy one'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1778152955109463331</id><published>2007-10-01T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:10:41.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rojak &amp; laksa</title><content type='html'>This is&lt;br /&gt;where I'm going to serve you&lt;br /&gt;my readers&lt;br /&gt;with one rojak bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I said this umpteen times, but I really need to over-emphasize how exhausting my routine has been. Furthermore, since I am fasting, the cubaan is really over-whelming. I've been breakfasting for two nights at school for the last weeks. Very mundane. I went to geylang bazaar for two consecutive days and its enough to bore me till the 13th comes. May I remind you that I had two more trips to geylang bazaar by end of next week. Sungguh membosankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house preparation, kemas mengemas has been slow but with progress. Kesian, my mother cause I can't help her much and there will be no cookies made by me, unless I suprise myself with one. The painting of my bedroom wall turned out not to my expectation. I expected purple but I get a lighter purple. So much for excitement. Maybe I need to recoat it again and again and again. Dad had been helping out with the painting but I know he would've prefered me to do it. My room kan (he left me the ceiling to paint, dahsyat). I had a visit to Ikea last sunday. My intention was to beautify my room and makes it look spacious, so I should get a big mirror. In the end I didn't even buy it. Mata sungguh rambang. I like the retro mirror, my sister likes the rectangle one and between us its hard to compromise. I had this strong feeling of a second trip to Ikea before raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all this stress, I find solace in the regular trips I made to this particular aesthetic clinic. Not many people know that I had a problem with my skin. My breakout was so irregular and alhamdulillah now it has subsides tremendously. I have this scare about going for treatments and after reading about how dangerous an unqualified practitioner can be, I chose to go for medical aesthetician. Dr Patrina Wong is such a friendly and bubbly person. Very comforting, when I talk to her. There's so much understanding she shares with her customers, so much empathy. If you'd like to know more about her services, you can go to her website &lt;a href="http://linc.com.sg/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or just ask me personally. Hmm, macam dah case promoting je but seriously la her services is damn good la. She even teased me of voluntarily becoming my beauty godmother for another three years. So go go for those who are really in dire need for help with skin problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more hours and I can savour mum's wonderful laksa and and this particular song had been sticking to my head ever since I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O'oh kamu ketahuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1778152955109463331?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1778152955109463331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1778152955109463331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1778152955109463331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1778152955109463331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/10/rojak-laksa.html' title='rojak &amp; laksa'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-8946338045046270148</id><published>2007-09-20T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:34:51.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making My Way</title><content type='html'>"Those who believed and led a righteous life,&lt;br /&gt;are the best creatures". &lt;br /&gt;The Quran [98:7]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously wondering about the amazing human body I am in. Not only it can tolerates the late night assignment, the almost daily classes, the never-ending paperwork at work and to top it all off the house chores. My soul has been constantly in repeat of quitting and takin a break from all these humdrum, but my body is so persistent as if it sings in melancholy. My social schedule is zilch at the moment. I haven't been meeting my friends that often yet. All I'm doing now, which is the main reason for my absence here is all because of me. Me going to school, me going for appointments, me going for study group, me going for work, me going for tuitions.. you get the flow. But I suppose that's what we have to do: putting ourselves right before we start caring about others. I can't wait for the time that I'll reach my englightment point and starts enjoying my company with others. In the meantime, here I am alone doing my own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite these, I appreciate the gestures that I get from strangers or you call it passer-bys. Everyday I will meet the bangla worker who gives salams, the ah pek who sits at the void deck sipping coffee with a grin, the nyonya who do her tai chi and wave and the auntie who always compliments on how pretty I've become. Small gestures but all the same add more spices to my already mundane routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, but Selamat Berpuasa everyone. Hopefully this month will be a great one for all of us. For those who wish to review some of my photos at multiply, I'm sorry cause some albums are not for public view. You can still view it if you're a multiply user.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-8946338045046270148?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8946338045046270148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=8946338045046270148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8946338045046270148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8946338045046270148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-seriously-wondering-about-amazing.html' title='Making My Way'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-8223725962694231053</id><published>2007-09-04T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:57:28.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seductive Red</title><content type='html'>"When words become unclear,&lt;br /&gt;I shall focus with photographs.&lt;br /&gt;When images become inadequate,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be content with silence".&lt;br /&gt;by Ansel Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving myself more nowadays, that I bought myself a cybershot camera. After waiting for so long since the t10, t20 up till the newest t200. I decided to buy the t100. It couldn't get any better. The Comex 2007 exhibition made my decision worthwhile. With the free gifts that filled up a whole big plastic bag, I am indeed grateful. The wait is over and finally I have one hot and sexy camera to flaunt. Initially I was torn between choosing t200 and t100. T200 being the newest and biggest touch lcd screen ever. However, I know I am such a messy person at times. I will prolly have fingerprints all over the screen. Not taking any chances at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:jrQyXG0FEXHDnM:http://www.akihabaranews.com/en/news_pics/13371/DSC_T100_6.jpgv" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:H-vZOg1U-NMwVM:http://www.pma-show.com/news_images/00130_sony_cybershot_t100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:fpBLkN21eveRQM:http://www.pma-show.com/news_images/00130_sony_cybershot_dsct100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For now, I love love love my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to that, today I turned 21 a few hours ago. Do I feel any change of sorts? To be honest, I do feel a sense of freedom and a truck loads of responsibilities. I was happy with my life now, although it do brings me stressful days sometimes (or almost all the times) but there's no fun without hardship. I set my goals high and I hope one day I will achieve it. A penthouse is currently on top of my list of impossibles. Thanks to mr iskandar, for giving me such nice fantasies about it. But who knows eh, fantasy can turns to reality? Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm not so sure if I will be able to update regularly. I am hardly at home and most of the times, especially now, studygroups are in. In order to survive the uol banking and finance programme, I really have to strive cause there are lots of jargons and really mind blowing graphs. I am lucky that at least I know that this is the path I am willing to take. I don't care if I have to have nightmare about financial system, contractual savings institutions or even capital budgeting. I'm not afraid of that but I fear mr Jonathan Peh. If you don't finish up the tutorials, be prepared to be presenting the solutions up front the whole lecture, unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-8223725962694231053?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8223725962694231053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=8223725962694231053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8223725962694231053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8223725962694231053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/09/seductive-red.html' title='Seductive Red'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-7358609454945400005</id><published>2007-08-26T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:59:53.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.5k richer</title><content type='html'>Quite a lame statement to start off with but I am indeed 1.5k richer! Haha. &lt;em&gt;Macam tk pernah dpt duit&lt;/em&gt;. Attend the lbkm bursary award at SP convention centre yesterday. Mum and second sister did the honourable thing of accompanying me. Although they say that I should put the money to good use for my degree but I'm trying to hold it at that for my masters. I hope dad wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I am very very busy nowadays. Apart from school there's these tutoring I need to do. Mum told me not to overdo it cause she wouldn't want me jeopardizing my studies but I know what I'm doing. Besides I'm in the process of taking another language lessons. Let's just say it would be a suprise, &lt;em&gt;si&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what more suprises coming up on the 4th of September. 8 more days and I am not counting. For someone, its taken a toll. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-7358609454945400005?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7358609454945400005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=7358609454945400005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/7358609454945400005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/7358609454945400005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/08/15k-richer.html' title='1.5k richer'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-4282872245433183214</id><published>2007-08-21T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:46:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>"This love is untouchable&lt;br /&gt;A feeling my heart just can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Each time I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I know why&lt;br /&gt;This love is unbreakable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to &lt;em&gt;Westlife - Unbreakable&lt;/em&gt;, I wish the pain would just go away. It's hard missing someone so much. It's even harder when you're down with fever and flu and all you hope for is him. I can be so impossible sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days has been so hectic with socializing until I got myself sick. At least that was his opinion, which is true I guess. I am not a night person by nature. Frequent late night out makes me quesy. However, due to the promise made to go shopping with Dayah; my old bestie, I went ahead. Not for one night, but two nights in a row. Same place, same time. She had this $300 that she couldn't wait to spend on. As good as she is, she asked permission for the things that she bought with the giver of the ample sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the two nights of shopping, we did managed to get a few things: new tops for her, a new watch for her and lots of &lt;em&gt;makan&lt;/em&gt; together. The good thing about going out with her is she will never say no to food and eating. Unlike some friends I had who would rather starve, go on diet or simply said no-carbs, baby. I had so much fun going out with her. I almost forget the thirteen years friendship we had, when we get separated into different school. But not now, we are bosom buddies again. I can't wait for the places that we're planning to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my saturday with the other two dear friends to watch the fireworks. Boy, did I ever lose my patience on that day. I hate crowds, and the crowds there was worst. Well, I did brought this upon myself. The boyfriend surely knew this was going to happen and firmly reject my invitation. Cet. It was hard to get a nice view to watch the fireworks for non-ticket holders. The best we got was a view blocked with palm trees. Luckily, a miracle happened. Ana's colleague told her that we could secretly watch from NLB topmost floor. We then walked our hearts out to NLB since it's going to start soon. I was panting, Rose strained her ankle but all we could think of was to get there. It was worth it. The fireworks was surreal. I shall upload the video footage that I took at my multiply, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sunday came and I was supposed to attend Namira's engagement but I have to miss it. Both me and Dayah got down with fever. We wouldn't want to be the contagious one on the happy event. You look gorgeous babe, I saw your photos at Kak Yatee multiply. She was one hell of a good mak andam. Congratulations again! Hope to see you on the dais in two years time, insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that all are happy, why am I the one who feels unhappy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-4282872245433183214?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4282872245433183214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=4282872245433183214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4282872245433183214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4282872245433183214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/08/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5201532858215173675</id><published>2007-08-14T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:38:58.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>"You were born together,&lt;br /&gt;and together you shall be for evermore.&lt;br /&gt;But let there be spaces in your togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;And let the winds of the heavens dance between you".&lt;br /&gt;by Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.misselegance.multiply.com/image/5/photos/5/500x500/18/Photo-0456.jpg?et=hN6xRMJGYzUr2Yt7VlpJIA" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For more, visit my multiply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The weekend was fantastic, if I may say so myself. The wedding at Kak Fariha's was utterly worth remembering and she looks gorgeous. I still remember her as the sweet, polite and easy-mannered lady that I used to talk to back in secondary 2. I'm glad she still remembers me and invited me to her wedding. I never had so much fun with the girls that accompanied me to the event. Hidayah never fails to make me laugh with her antics dating story. She told me she received three hundred dollars from a guy friend for her birthday. Wow, imagine if he becomes the boyfriend, fiance and husband. &lt;em&gt;Suka eh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rushing after the event as I had a date with him. The movie was at 2.50pm and at 2.15pm I was still at her place. I get to meet Namira and her mum at the wedding though, another friend of mine whom is going to be tied soon. Sorry sweety, I'm not able to talk for too long that time. I took a cab down to marina and as usual he was there already. The early bird. He finally had his haircut. It's about time. I'm starting to get frustrated with his fringe. Other than that you know I love you top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends have been asking about the dissapearance of &lt;em&gt;me and him&lt;/em&gt; photos. To answer to that, we sort of forget that we used to be photo junkies. The dating scene has been so usual and routine that the places we go to is like a cycle. Insyallah, I'll start the photo wagon coming back, specially for these &lt;em&gt;kepo&lt;/em&gt; friends of mine. Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5201532858215173675?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5201532858215173675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5201532858215173675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5201532858215173675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5201532858215173675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/08/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3154808194422950637</id><published>2007-08-07T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:13:24.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry!</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;Hate.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fast forward one. I've been busy with the school work, revision and stuffs. Thank you to those who sms'es me and asked about my well being on the first week of school. I never felt intellect for quite sometime and I'm digesting equally fine with all the new banking terms and so forth. Hopefully, this forte will be bringing lots and lots of money in the future time. Haha. Money is not the root of evil but a motive and incentive for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, the weekend spend with the dearest turned out wrong than supposedly. I had my first arguement, tantrums or whatever you called it for the first time since the absence of it. Pardon me, but the hormones had been doing a great job in invoking the bad side of me. In the end, orang yang tak bersalah terkena getah. Apologies Is, for the undeserving time you had to put up with me. Despite that, luckily you are blessed with the skills of coaxing. Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll have a proper update when I have the free time and the good internet connection. For now, I need to scoot off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3154808194422950637?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3154808194422950637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3154808194422950637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3154808194422950637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3154808194422950637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-fast-forward-one.html' title='Hurry!'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5471405848780073276</id><published>2007-08-01T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:57:51.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Suprise</title><content type='html'>"It does not matter how slowly you go,&lt;br /&gt;as long as you don't stop".&lt;br /&gt;by Confucius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've went to three classes and it's enough to motivate me to pull some hairs from my head. Unlike the poly syllabus, the statistics and introduction to economics was far advanced from what I learnt previously. To add to the wounds, the lecturer for econs told us that the subject meaning of &lt;em&gt;introduction&lt;/em&gt; was not about it at all. It was the toughest subject ever devised by the London School of Economics and it's a no wonder that some students were in depression studying it. How I'm not suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hopefully, I'll be able to cope with the stressful and mind boggling subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class on monday, I met up with my aunt again. It's like a frequent thing that we do together nowadays; having dinner and just shop. She's all alone at home, now that atuk is staying in London. A getaway retreat not only for the grandad but for the aunt herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my aunt was busy browsing to some sale items at Seiyu, I bumped into a good friend of mine back in those early secondary school days: Namira! I hardly believed my eyes and I kept on telling her if this is real. She has changed, in a good way that is; slimmer and radiant. It was such a long time ago and I really missed her presence. We chat for quite a while and it heals me to know that the friendship is still intact, from where we left. Insyallah, I'll be seeing her very soon on her special day cause I won't want to miss it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5471405848780073276?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5471405848780073276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5471405848780073276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5471405848780073276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5471405848780073276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-suprise.html' title='Sweet Suprise'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-4430223417552202600</id><published>2007-07-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:26:57.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the morning</title><content type='html'>"Tell your secrets to the wind,&lt;br /&gt;but don't blame it for telling the trees".&lt;br /&gt;by Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to wake up that early as above to send off my aunt (mak uda) at the airport. Her flight was at 6am and she will be going to Taiwan for a short break before heading home to London. I overslept. The moment I wake up, I managed to call and bid goodbye. At least the very best I can do (and also to &lt;em&gt;kirim&lt;/em&gt; goodies back there). My other aunt (mak anjang) scolded me for my negligence as she called it. I met up with her soon, after much persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still 9am and I yawned my way to macdonalds at Whitesands. Had some big breakfast over a cup of cappucino to perk up my mood. I nearly spat a bit of coffee when I heard that &lt;em&gt;atuk&lt;/em&gt; will be going to London with the aunt next monday. I'm sure my mum will nag badly if she hears this particular news, as the grandad is still not well enough. However my &lt;em&gt;atuk&lt;/em&gt; is a hard willed person, in other terms stubborn. He has been mentioning about visiting my aunt's new house at Ferrington ever since she moved. On the contrary, I feel good about this. Let the old man see the world and if it's meant to be his last trip &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nauzubillah&lt;/span&gt;, he'll be happy leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's not dwell into this nasty negative thought. My aunt and I head down to town after the breakfast, just so that I can shop for my stationaries. I had a craze for felt prints notebooks, which Popular don't stocked up yet. We walked all the way to Ngee Ann City's Kinokuniya and that was where the suprise embarassing moment happened. We met &lt;strong&gt;Rima Melati&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't usually go up to celebrities and ask them for their autographs or photo taking. There's always hesitation. So, I let the moment passed and acted as if she was not there but she's there. Until my aunt confronted her and simply said: "Hi, you are Rima Melati? My nephew would love to take a photo with you". I flushed, big time. Luckily she's very friendly and we talked a while before I ended congratulating her on her newborn. By the way, she's very tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/250707%20Rima%20Melati/Photo-0428.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;never been so paisey before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we gone (window) shopping. We went to the priciest Paragon, as aunt was hoping to try out this pants at Marks and Spencer while the nephew simply willing to check out Banana Republic. The only time I purchased items there was for my perfume and a tog from CK. Aunt was fussy over the feel of the pants and kept on questioning me whether she looks fat with the pants or not. Being the nephew that I am, I be truthful and honest but at the same time I assured her that she looks good, no matter what. It's not about the physique people, it's all about inner beauty. For those that spread rumours that I picked on friends, that is oh so not true. Rest assured I befriend all measurements, no less. The ways people tried to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/250707%20Rima%20Melati/Photo-0435.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;$400 a pant? ermm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/250707%20Rima%20Melati/Photo-0430.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;aunt called it: the mentel face. hardly. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were famished after all the walking. My stomach made a melodious growling and I know it's time for lunch. I've been wanting to introduce &lt;em&gt;ayam bakar ojolali&lt;/em&gt; to my aunt and she agreed instantly. The name itself send us salivating and licking our fingers. As usual I bought the signature dish and aunt swapped it with the grilled pomfret fish. I'm glad she enjoys the food there and the next time we went there, we'll try to bring &lt;em&gt;atuk&lt;/em&gt; along. He'll love the sambal belacan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/250707%20Rima%20Melati/Photo-0436.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tantalising indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/250707%20Rima%20Melati/Photo-0437.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the urap ikan asin, taste as good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day to spend with the aunt. Hearing out what she has to say, comfort her in ways that I can and just be there when she needs a listening ear. Maybe this weekend there will be another gathering before the grandad fly off to London. Sadly this time around, I will not be able to send him off at the airport. I'm dreading school to start. Three more days. What other choices do I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-4430223417552202600?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4430223417552202600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=4430223417552202600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4430223417552202600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4430223417552202600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/4-in-morning.html' title='4 in the morning'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/250707%20Rima%20Melati/th_Photo-0428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5007093290879255400</id><published>2007-07-24T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:42:13.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer the call</title><content type='html'>"You must be the change,&lt;br /&gt;you wish to see in the world".&lt;br /&gt;by Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not good. Ever since the dengue fever started to make news here, the neighbourhood area around my house has been marked as one of the top hotspots of mosquito breeding. Its funny though when I met new people and being asked where I lived, they actually know that I lived near the fishing pond. The main reason for the calamity here. There has been 2 cases of dengue fever reported for my block only. A lot of guessing game being played as to whom from which floor are the casualties for this undesirable tragedy. If you asked me, I have been living as per normal despite all these hazards. Only that I realised every afternoon, there will be aerosol spray which will cause the area to fog and constant rapping at doors by health representatives. Sometimes I do feel irritated by all this sudden attention but I'm praying hard it &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; pass soon, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt a bit cynical about the whole slogan that one person can make a difference, until now. It used to be that we learnt about the three R's (Reuse, Reduce and Recycle) in theory and never really put it through practicality in our lives. At least, in my part. Now, I do see a lot of improvements. People started to use recycled shopping bags and even made an uproar over the Anya Hindmarch's &lt;em&gt;I'm not a Plastic Bag&lt;/em&gt; bag. Though I'm sure the latter obvious neon hit is due to the fashionable branding from the designer itself. Ladies sure love to flaunt &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; fashionable green bag. Who doesn't? Even I am tempted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I flip through the pages of the newspaper today, my eyes darted to this particular section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/IMG_0001.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bamboo notebook? How cool is that. I remembered the brand name for its notorious leather notebooks and I think this one will be a head turner. Furthermore, it is built using environmentally friendly methods. The only setback is that it is only due for purchase next year. Oh well, waiting is a game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5007093290879255400?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5007093290879255400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5007093290879255400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5007093290879255400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5007093290879255400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/answer-call.html' title='Answer the call'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-7040124513767714673</id><published>2007-07-22T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:33:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gerbil</title><content type='html'>"Good things happen,&lt;br /&gt;to those who wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept when I knew I clocked myself to wake up at 5 am. Initially the plan was to ambush mph at 7.01 am for the official launch but I missed it. All hope was not lost and I managed to arrived at 8.30am at Raffles City, together with the second sister who tagged along in her school uniform. Not many people were there, which was to my pleasure really. Why do we choose to purchase the book there was simply because of: the freebies. We received a mug, a journal and a complimentary coffee at Gloria Jeans. It was utterly surreal to be sipping coffee in that tranquil place and reading the final book, at last. Not that I'm the only one who did it, but almost everyone who have purchased the book and then sat at the cafe to read the last adventure of Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0422.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0423Adm.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, thank you to the dearest one for rushing after work in spite of the rainy weather to accompany me. The date with Harry was fun but we know how tired you are. Yet, there will always be a time for me, if not so often as it used to. Maybe we have aged into this relationship, since the last 40 months in it and I hope it stays good or even better till who knows when. Hearing the three words more than once on one day, made me an even happier person. To add to the glee, you look more and more like Snape with that flat, long and center parted black hair. Hehe. Adorable but time for a trim, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss the Harry Potter series so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-7040124513767714673?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7040124513767714673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=7040124513767714673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/7040124513767714673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/7040124513767714673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-gerbil.html' title='Happy Gerbil'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1931204256141772860</id><published>2007-07-19T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:24:01.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy Bitsy Beetle</title><content type='html'>"Until you've learned to drive,&lt;br /&gt;you've never really learned how to swear."&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How really true. I still remember the first few times that I started driving. My mouth spoke more than what my feet did. I kept on complaining and whining about road conditions and intolerable drivers but not now. Not anymore. &lt;em&gt;Asam garam hidup&lt;/em&gt;, I learnt and I took it to my stride. Almost two years on the road and I hope I know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped the &lt;em&gt;mak buyong&lt;/em&gt; yesterday to fetch her car from the workshop. She was on a four cars collision on a highway, being the second car on the row, the damage was quite harsh. Luckily, she didn't suffer any terrible injuries. I drove the proton car that was given to her temporarily. I was rusty, not forgetting that I still have a fever on me but a few minutes later I'm doing good. I have this funny habit of needing to get used to the car in order to drive it. Call me silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.channel4.com/4car/media/100-greatest/03-large/112-vw-beetle.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I drove under the heavy rainy weather, I almost hoped of having super powers; quick reflexes, agility, see through visions etc. It was hard work when you drive a manual car. I still remember what my aunt told me about her car accident two decades ago. She was visiting relatives at a kampung, when the volkswagen car she drove lost control and crashed into the coconut tree. Hehe. Until now she still has some phobia about driving but she's learning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least for now I don't have to depend on myself so much. The dearest one can drive. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;.. many more snoozing in the passenger seat to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aci, manyak senang ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1931204256141772860?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1931204256141772860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1931204256141772860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1931204256141772860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1931204256141772860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/until-youve-learned-to-drive-youve.html' title='Itsy Bitsy Beetle'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1038757001830087678</id><published>2007-07-17T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:41:57.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>I wish,&lt;br /&gt;I could go out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you again.&lt;br /&gt;Yet this fever has to come.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1038757001830087678?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1038757001830087678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1038757001830087678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1038757001830087678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1038757001830087678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wish-i-could-go-out-tonight.html' title='wishful thinking'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-6165026386509404</id><published>2007-07-15T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:22:03.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Potter Fever</title><content type='html'>"Dumbledore says people find it&lt;br /&gt;far easier to forgive others&lt;br /&gt;for being wrong than being right".&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Hermione Granger Quote in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/blog2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially the plan to kick start the date was to have dinner at Ramen Ten, or so I was told about eating japanese food. The plan has to be scraped since me and Ana turned out late and thus we head directly to marina square for the movie and brunch. I was not feeling that well, with the flu and a slight ominous fever but I braved myself for potter's sake and kept chanting &lt;em&gt;"I'm ok, I'm fine"&lt;/em&gt; all the way when meeting them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The crowd was unbelievable. It was like a scene at geylang during the bazaar moments, only the difference this time around was it's airconditioned; as we walk through citylink mall. I was informed about the ndp rehearsals which was the main reason for the throngs of people. It was not that bad, to get suffocated and sandwhiched in between people. For all I know, Ana was enjoying &lt;em&gt;the view&lt;/em&gt; of handsome people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were running out of ideas of where to eat and what to eat when we got to marina square. It has always been a problem when going out with these girlfriends of mine. Fickle and indecisive but fate brought us an answer and handed it to us in a hotplate. By hotplate, I mean we ate at cavana. The other fast foods and restaurants were just full so it left us with no other choice really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standing while waiting to enter the movie hall was proven a slight challenge. People were trying to get through you or in between you and the three of us kept on telling each other to not lost our grip. Luckily I'm not the one holding the bag of popcorns or lets just say worse things might have happen. Although the one holding it was Rose and she was quite famous for her &lt;em&gt;terkejut&lt;/em&gt; moments. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie turned out great than I had anticipated. Although it may run out short than the previous installments but it still proved its credibility. I can totally forgive the three star rating that it gets from critics; which is mainly due to the slight difference of plot from the novel. Director David Yates truly brings out something unique to this movie that I actually sit upright and fidgeting to think of what's next. The weasley twins are a feast for the eyes and even Rupert Grint exudes a masculine charisma that was once a freckled humble boy. Maturity and bouts about stronger bonds of love and friendship, shouts from every corner of the movie. I can't help but feeling exuberant when I left the theatre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The possibility of watching another episode of the same movie are of 99% high. To top it off, I might just be seeing it again during the official releasing of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;; which makes it more exciting as I'm getting a copy of the final book myself. Seriously, I simply can't wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-6165026386509404?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6165026386509404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=6165026386509404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6165026386509404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6165026386509404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/fabulous-potter-fever.html' title='Fabulous Potter Fever'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3598672717189000551</id><published>2007-07-12T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:31:08.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the time mr wolf?</title><content type='html'>"When you wait,&lt;br /&gt;time seems to pass by slowly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting since morning to get my hands on the timetable. Sleepless night and frequent toss and turns made me a dull person, with an extra eyebags to die for. I really hope I'll get the morning and early afternoon slots. No late evenings for me. Although &lt;em&gt;ada orang baik hati&lt;/em&gt; willing to fetch but the thought of late nights itself, exhaust me to the bone. Hopefully, just hopefully I'll get the desired slots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Still, 15 more mins to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure if I'm throughly mentally prepared to go back to class but the spirit of seeking knowledge is there. Cet. I'm not anticipating the stress and peer pressure that comes with it though but everything has it's own &lt;em&gt;cubaan&lt;/em&gt;. What I have to do is just endure and make the best of the situation. The money is at stake here. I don't want to dissapoint any parties especially the parent who willingly supported me financially for the fees. Also to the dearest one, who constantly remind me to study hard and make sure I pass every exams cause one subject fails means plan 2010 &lt;em&gt;tergendala&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, what I'm going to do or work after I obtain my degree, I'm still clueless as to answer what it is. A banker perhaps? But not the &lt;em&gt;belakang tirai&lt;/em&gt; banker from Deal or No Deal, I can assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*updated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; An hour later at 3pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally got the timetable! It was so erratic. Everyone was nudging and clicking to select the timeslots. I have two offdays at the moment, one on wednesday and friday. The other weekdays, I jampacked my schedules with two subjects on Monday. Hopefully, no monday blues for me. Can't afford to have blues anymore. Called up Melissa and Kuhan (read: the handsome indian guy) and we held three person conference call, just to get the same slots and class. That bad. I'm so relieved that it's over now. I don't even consider of having another attempt at changing the timetable. &lt;em&gt;Dah tak ada kuasa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now counting down with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;grievance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; until the 30th July, for classes to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3598672717189000551?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3598672717189000551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3598672717189000551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3598672717189000551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3598672717189000551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-time-mr-wolf.html' title='what&apos;s the time mr wolf?'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-4045817269747235253</id><published>2007-07-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:26:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do I go?</title><content type='html'>The orientation is tomorrow, as early as 9am. That means two hours of walking, train-hopping and bus-riding to be an early bird. I don't know why I didn't anticipate this process. Thoughts of making that new set of friends again, depresses me so. It's like a whole new experience to be ventured in since the last four years. Nevertheless, obstacles are meant to be getting over with. I may say I hate doing this today, but who knows how much fun I'll be having tomorrow. Maybe even &lt;em&gt;sampai tak ingat dunia&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well, hopefully I don't turn out like a lost person. That will be the last thing I had in mind: being naive. Grey khaki pants and no goody shoes are all prepared to be worn tomorrow. Brave yourself my dear when you meet me for dinner cause I may be one ugly betty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;updated&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[updated] Just as I thought, my instinct was right. I went to the orientation and left within an hour. Same old game and I was just not in the mood to be part of it. I did made friends along the way and exchange no's. Then I left. Well, at least I cover up the most important aspect of orientation: to make new friends. Though there was this particular handsome indian guy, kehan. Same course and hopefully same class, no? The dearest one too, pick the right time to fall sick and I made my way to his place after the cabut session. B, you look ok but there's just something fishy with the constant yawning's. Oh well, it's nearly the 40th months and its your wish: shall I stay or shall I go? [/updated]&lt;/updated&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-4045817269747235253?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4045817269747235253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=4045817269747235253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4045817269747235253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4045817269747235253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/orientation-is-tomorrow-as-early-as-9am.html' title='why do I go?'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-6641109946044241692</id><published>2007-07-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:03:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near extinction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0380Gatg.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babysitting my italian-malay cousin has never been this tiring before. The journey to and fro pan pacific hotel has become such a routine that it bores me to roam around marina square, suntec and orchard. I keep on telling myself that there's another two more days still. I guess I'll just have to wait for friday to come. Not that i dislike babysitting her. She's such an adorable kid, but you know she's the sort of &lt;em&gt;taktahudiamandmengelitis&lt;/em&gt; type of kid. I usually get home with a hunchback from all the piggybacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-6641109946044241692?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6641109946044241692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=6641109946044241692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6641109946044241692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6641109946044241692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/07/exhausted.html' title='Near extinction'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-8162699558477312294</id><published>2007-06-30T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:03:38.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-03701.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why these days I just don't have the feel to blog about anything. Prolly because I am enjoying the lazy days at home or there ain't a thing for me to type about. Though there's one good news I would like to share, the baby is back. My precious white laptop is back! I am so glad. Although I must say there's a few hiccups in installing it to former glory but I'm contented, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a date, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm in the process of a blog overhaul hence there might be some or no posting at all]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-8162699558477312294?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8162699558477312294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=8162699558477312294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8162699558477312294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8162699558477312294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-really-know-why-these-days-i.html' title='Joy to the world!'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3733914492235845833</id><published>2007-06-26T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:12:12.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was an enriching experience. I will miss the tea lady going down every level for morning breakfast and tea breaks. I will miss the terrific teh halia at amoy street which I consumed almost everyday. I will miss the crazy company that made my lunch date a hell of a time each day. I will miss the free cheesecakes after 5pm on friday with the pan-asian handsome guy. I will miss (not!) tripping over anything bumpy, humpy or even jagged path that always seems to find me. I will miss the very orange and yellow cubicle that has been my home where I put my milo packs, sweets, biscuits and tidbits. I will miss the hectic work load, with numbers and jargons that leaves me dizzy each day. I will miss the very nice and sometimes bossy colleagues that made my day a colourful one. I will miss working at cpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I have been missing these two dear friends of mine ever since we had a proper chat since o-level. It was that long. We do update each other through sms'es but we don't actually have the time to get together since one of us is studying in KL. However, the past weekend was a delightful day spend with the loveliest friends and it's amazing how the chemistry stays intact throughout the years. We missed Namira though but we prayed hard for her since the big big day is coming soon. Which friend would not be happy for the other's happiness right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0365.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suria and me at esplanade library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/23-06-07_1743.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her &lt;em&gt;dewi cinta&lt;/em&gt; since recently she's been the recipient of love(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0367.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three posers and I so like Suria's red glasses. Cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0370.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely friend who will blossom into a fine young women next 7th august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0355A.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to Royal Scotts Plaza for the calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0357K.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so amazed with the lovely settings for the floating candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0356W.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayah even thought of making it as her dais. Ceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when we will meet up next. There's this crazy idea of visiting Suria most probably the next semester holiday at UIA itself. Insyallah, it's backpacking time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3733914492235845833?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3733914492235845833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3733914492235845833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3733914492235845833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3733914492235845833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-was-enriching-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-936078270877501038</id><published>2007-06-20T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:37:47.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second sis was astounded when she knew that my birthday and his birthday always falls on the same day each year (read: day and not date, ok). This year we celebrate on tuesdays and I can't help feeling lucky during the year when it's going to be saturday. She told me 10 is my lucky number, so we shall wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took one of my last leaves and head down to relc building for some administrative matters regarding the offer at university of london. Asked mum and the youngest sister to tag along. The house was pretty much vacant since the second sis was out on her class gathering at ecp and the third one was at costa sands chalet (&lt;em&gt;enjoy sakan je budak-budak ni&lt;/em&gt;). The directions to the building was confusing and the map given didn't help us at all. Luckily we did arrive there safely after walking under the scorching mid-day sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the process, thought of meeting up with the third sis at bugis for some baju raya window shopping but she was too tired. This time, me and mum went ahead and looked through the whole line of shops at arab street. Best, I tell you. There was an array of beautiful fabrics and linings. I had an eye for this aubergine tone and mum did compliment the hues, so I might just get one for raya later. The price from shop to shop varies, so it's important to compare prices cause most of them carry the same types of fabrics. There's this one shop that mum was so &lt;em&gt;berkenan&lt;/em&gt; with the songket terengganu and it costs 149 bucks per suit but when we when to the other shop it cost 79 bucks per suit! That was double the latter price. Boiling point &lt;em&gt;betul&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't bought the fabrics yet though cause we still need to decide with the other siblings first. It's always been a family affair when we intend to buy raya clothes. We head to zam zam across the street for our lunch at 5pm. Haha. Had some old fashioned chicken murtabak, some fried bee hoon and ikan bilis fried rice. I was so hungry that I finished the whole plate by 10 minutes. The teh halia there was not that bad either but the one at amoy still rules the number one on my list so far. I'm really a sucker for anything ginger, cinnamon, almond and chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought me another shoes at bhg. Total pairs of new shoes I had at home amounts to four for this month only. This is insane, but I'm liking it. Retail therapy is so fun when you had someone to pay for your bargains. I can say I'm not the only one that benefit from this but the sisters has been pocketing my money dry too. We bump into the second sis at the mrt and off again this time we went to tampines mall. Mum left us for home. We continue shopping till my heels were sore and we ended up buying five brassieres at metro, a few blouses, pants and another pair of shoes for the second sis. I never been this fulfilling and tired at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and when I sneeze.. I shook the whole house down."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By the way, Happy 39th months to iskandar hanafi. You bring out the essence and excitement in a relationship that I am always thankful for. There's no one else like you.. and I mean you and your 'ape je ape je'. haha. Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-936078270877501038?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/936078270877501038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=936078270877501038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/936078270877501038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/936078270877501038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/second-sis-was-astounded-when-she-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-219098197420153812</id><published>2007-06-18T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:27:34.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One second is all it takes to change everything into nothing. One minute the weather may be fine and the next it may turn cloudy with dashes of thunder. I felt that exactly when I return home yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on, I was so darn happy cause finally there was the date. Two weeks straight I managed with only phone conversations and then the day of the month finally came! We catched on Fantastic Four and Ocean's Thirteen, had some ayam penyet and shopped for his clothes. Its been some time since I made fun of him teasingly and yeah I missed that moment most. When I did just that yesterday, we chuckled our way along orchard rd. It's nice to know now though that we are so comfortable with each other that I just know how to react when he have his moments and he knows how to be in tune with my feelings when I have my moments. These seems almost perfect, if not for his workaholic needs, that puffy red eyes and sore muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0328-1.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was inside the fitting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0327-1.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the navy, bright blue and white stripes are his&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Is.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while waiting for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0329-1.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bagging in two new shirts that i chose, hurray!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he left me at my place, I was greeted by the news that my &lt;em&gt;nenek sedara&lt;/em&gt; has passed away. I was so shocked that all the excitement I felt beforehand drained away from my body as fast as cancerous cells would. I started to cry. She was the only living memory of my late grandmother and now she's gone. The memories of a five year old me, oblivious to the death of her own grandmother came seeping in. At that point of time, I just knew that my grandmother will be away for a very long time and she may not even come back. Thinking about this, makes me wonder if it's more easier that I coped with the loss of someone I love so much at such a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it just pains me so to see all her grandchildren and children grieve for the lost of a wonderful wife, mother and grandmother. I will truly miss her extraordinary spread of foods during eid but one thing I will miss most will be her presence. Now, there will be one person less to call me by my nickname &lt;em&gt;ila&lt;/em&gt;. My condolences goes out to her family. I pray that she will be place among the &lt;em&gt;al-mukinins&lt;/em&gt; and be granted the blessings from the &lt;em&gt;almighty&lt;/em&gt;. Amin ya rabbal alamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0327.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the crowd at the void deck after solat jenazah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0329.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its time for the casket to be escorted to the cemetery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0aa.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arriving at Pusara Aman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/Photo-0329A.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May she rest in peace.. we love you but He loves you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That said, to all the muslim readers who read this entry, please kindly sedekah kan al-fatihah to &lt;strong&gt;Sarah binte Abu Hassan&lt;/strong&gt;. All of your doa's are very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, its the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/collage.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yes, I've not considered the hope of becoming the next loon in town. Hopefully miss songkok singapore? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-219098197420153812?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/219098197420153812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=219098197420153812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/219098197420153812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/219098197420153812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-second-is-all-it-takes-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2649728129696782411</id><published>2007-06-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T10:02:06.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/item5blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh, I really miss those times that we &lt;em&gt;duduk menyangkung&lt;/em&gt; with the old mama thambi. I say we go eat chapati again this sunday! Like you said baby, I do need to get back to my roots once in a while. Cet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://misselegance.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; is up though people. I will upload more more photos once I have the free time next week.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2649728129696782411?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2649728129696782411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2649728129696782411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2649728129696782411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2649728129696782411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/gosh-i-really-miss-those-times-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5946731086428086443</id><published>2007-06-11T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:22:04.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will make this a very quick one. The running project was a success! I never felt better and spending time with the bestfriends definitely helps. Although Ana had to bring her sister along, it was a no hassle and she became our camerawoman instead. Let the pictures do the talking yah, afterall a picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d830b3127cce85775c9f362800000035108AcOGLRu2bNn" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking towards our destination. the hips definitely don't lie baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally finding the perfect huge shaded spot!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2620.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the food that we dig in and included the plastic cups I stole from 7eleven. haha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2626.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when Rose trying to fan me while I'm eating tuna! luckily I didn't choked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2627.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Rose without her glasses and trying to impress someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2630.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its uno time! I brought my new harry potter edition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d830b3127cce8577519576bc00000026108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ana putting up a strategy. she kept on winning ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2633.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See that happy face. Ana, da menang suka eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d830b3127cce85755b7236c600000025108AcOGLRu2bNn" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose, I want a piggy back can? I show you my sexy back. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d830b3127cce8577534e766600000026108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting mcm buah tak jatuh for the prince who will only come this sunday. cet. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/SANY0026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grooving to the sound of the wind. woohoo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2647.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose after or before turning into a swan princess. hehe. ok kidding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="360" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/SANY0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the three bubblicious makciks.. according to Ana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/IMG_2657.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the booze that I needed so badly after the humid hot weather.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/SANY0047.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why she always like to irritates me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/SANY0048.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now Rose be a good girl or I tell everyone your dirty little secret". She's trying to pinch me. tsk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/SANY0051.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking a breather at the esplanade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/SANY0052-1.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while we were enjoying the view, Ana received a call which made her day. I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah.. I didn't know doing a photo entry can be tiresome. I will upload all the remaining crazy antics into my multiply. Yeah, you heard it right. I finally have the urge to give multiply a try and upload all my photos there. Shall inform about this again. In the meantime, I want my sundae (read: sunday) please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5946731086428086443?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5946731086428086443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5946731086428086443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5946731086428086443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5946731086428086443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-make-this-very-quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/picnic%20100607/th_IMG_2621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1999900966085770685</id><published>2007-06-09T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:00:55.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Perumpamaan seorang mukmin yang membaca al-Quran adalah seperti buah utrujjah (buah semacam jeruk), aromanya harum dan rasanya enak. Perumpamaan seorang mukmin yang tidak membaca al-Quran adalah seperti buah kurma, tak ada aroma tapi rasanya manis.."&lt;br /&gt;(HR Tirmidzi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blessing to see a fellow muslim reading the holy Quran eventhough she does not adorn the proper attire or hijab. I say that's a small step at a time to the road of righteousness. I still can not believe that some other fellow muslims feel the importance to snide or make nasty glances towards her. It's just not right. We are not to judge. It's Him that knows the purest of intention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1999900966085770685?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1999900966085770685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1999900966085770685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1999900966085770685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1999900966085770685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-blessing-to-see-fellow-muslim.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2283356692024921713</id><published>2007-06-06T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:07:49.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earning money is hard but when it comes to spending, it is so easy to lose fifty bucks in a matter of seconds. Furthermore, since now it's the great singapore sale, the items look so much more appealing and double that with the discounts, it is simply plain irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing my rounds after working hours with the sister to find some good bargains. Some shops we've thronged including departmental stores like bhg, og and robinsons. Just today, I did some bold shopping at raffles city and browse through the high-end labels. I'm so falling in love with the clothes and accessories at river island! I might be getting myself a new wallet there but I left the store with a few accesories for a friend of mine. My sister simply told me I've developed an expensive taste in fashion and living. I swat that off with an equation that expensive = comfort = long lasting. It's true really. However I don't deny that the cheaper stuff I go for, does have comfort and style. It's just that it wears off easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes have been another addiction that I can not kick off me. Most of the departmental stores now carry labels like sole lovers and jwest, which truly provides the comfort for your sole (and soul). The tag can be a bit pricier than the shoes that you can buy for over twenty bucks at far east plaza but the durability differs. Right now, all I can think of is to own shoes that I can wear long enough and the quality of it stays good. So that explains the new pazzion shoes stored neatly inside the shoe cupboard (which made dad envious and angry as I took a lot of space from the rack). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can say my shopping escapade so far has been thrilling and exhilarating. Who knows what I'm going to buy next? A new laptop perhaps, or that psp I've been aiming for so long or even the t20 cybershot camera with the cute wallet case. However, being wise now will do me good in the future. I should just settle to saving. That will do me good for future big events. *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2283356692024921713?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2283356692024921713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2283356692024921713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2283356692024921713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2283356692024921713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/05/earning-money-is-hard-but-when-it-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-823705949875851172</id><published>2007-06-05T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:52:34.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c142/misselegance/runingproject.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days and I so can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us close friends to chill.&lt;br /&gt;Just the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;Under the banyan tree.&lt;br /&gt;It will be just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, this 'missing you' feeling has been unbearable. I hope it will pass soon. As understanding as I'm trying to be with his workaholic needs for now, I can't help it but wanting more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is just me talking in the wee hours of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's morning already.. well hello reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-823705949875851172?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/823705949875851172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=823705949875851172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/823705949875851172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/823705949875851172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-more-days-and-i-so-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3190329218343509771</id><published>2007-06-03T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:03:11.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't know there was two weddings to date today and interconnected at that. It turned out that Kak Shahi marries Syakir which is the brother of Kak Mas, who weds today too! So these two ladies have a double wedding cause on Shahi's side, her elder sister got married too. Confusing right? I am shocked with the sudden news. On top of that, two more friends of mine are getting hitch this coming july and august. One of them is my fellow classmate of 3G. She's doing the honour roll to be the first among us. Lately the wedding has been from the 3P's side. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(In case for those of you who didn't know, the classes of the same level at my former school was split into two: pink and green).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d822b3127cce849fbdaddea500000027108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d822b3127cce849fb4019e9500000026108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Meeting up with old friends have been such a fun journey. I get to catch up with the latest gossips, their recent achievement and who's with who for now. Haha. The most happiest part would be when I met Suria. She's one of my special friends until now. Despite of being handicapped, she's a very capable lady and she's taking her degree in islamic law. Power lady she is. The scene when we, old friends met was like an episode from &lt;em&gt;jejak kasih&lt;/em&gt;, solemn and teary all over. I guess absence makes the heart grows fonder and the special chemistry and bonding between us are still there and strong. Not fogetting my cili padi friend, Hidayah. We used to hangout most of the times together but not until now where we both are busy with our lives. Now, I think we will get to see more of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d822b3127cce849fbdac5f9400000026108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Gosh, there are just a lot to tell! I'm happy to know that most of my friends from my class are pursuing their degree. Some are in nus, smu, sim and there are those who are in Azhar. Particularly amazing. Its funny though when the teacher asked: "Bila nak kahwin?", we all replied the same thing: "Lepas belajar, cikgu!". Spontaneous and corny at the same time. So I guess 2010 onwards will be the 3G effect eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7d822b3127cce849fbdabdea300000025108AcOGLRu2bNn" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3190329218343509771?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3190329218343509771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3190329218343509771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3190329218343509771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3190329218343509771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-didnt-know-there-was-two-weddings-to.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1686652787243860430</id><published>2007-06-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T09:00:25.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last wednesday night was entertaining, though not much talking or shall I say confiding had been done. Reason due to that was mainly because of the presence of 'others'. The hardest part was that the 'others' understand and speak malay (they're chinese by the way). So I need to keep my dry critics and sarcasm all to myself, purely and solely for that night only. However this circumstances did not hinder Ana to be the next evil thing, replacing yours truly. She was bullying us for all its worth! Maybe the absence of someone made her act that way. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db10b3127cce84faa430027a00000057108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="380" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most short meet-ups I ever went to with the makciks. We spend three hours in silence while watching the movie and Ana even dozed off during the marriage scene. I knew we were all bumped out after work but still we managed to get together despite the lethargic state we were all in. The sympathy goes out to the dearest one too. He joined us for dinner soon after the movie ended. The dinner was at a hawker centre off selegie road. Menu includes thai-style rice, mee soto, nasi ayam and satay. By the time we were supposed to head back home (time check: 11.30pm), I was so &lt;em&gt;mendak&lt;/em&gt; and scared that I will vomit all over the place. Luckily that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Isa's belated birthday bash. I know I was supposed to come early but thanks to the sudden guests, I came at six and missed the whole cake cutting ceremony. Too bad? It's a big elmo cake and I would love to see the huge grin on the toddler's face. He adores elmo. Still&lt;br /&gt;I get to plant a big fat kiss on that cute chubby cheeks of michael scofield junior. Haha. Despite of joining the elders chatter, I messed around with the music instruments that Isa's father has. There's a guitar, keyboard and the coolest one of all: the electronic drum. I'm not that keen in playing music but I get myself hooked easily to new things fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db10b3127cce84faa389425800000045108AcOGLRu2bNn" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The cousins then played monopoly after making so much unsynchronised music. We didn't use the dices (since it's lost) and made do with a human one that generates random numbers. Turns out, the banker had to be the human dice too. It was &lt;em&gt;kecoh&lt;/em&gt; and soon after from all corners, people started to shout about buying hot property and houses. I managed to grab hold of expensive property, so that the others will have to pay higher rent whenever they land themselves on my property. Cunning, it is. Sadly, I turnout to be the third richest and my little sister outdo me by a mere thousand dollars. Ceh. If only we can play a bit longer, then I'll get to buy hotels but its half past eleven. It's time to head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db10b3127cce84faa0f802b000000047108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I had enjoyed myself entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idioglossia, Rose; there's a secret language between the two of you and it's a wonder if there are really no sparks flying between you two. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1686652787243860430?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1686652787243860430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1686652787243860430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1686652787243860430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1686652787243860430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-wednesday-night-was-entertaining.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2031355760285606224</id><published>2007-05-27T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:38:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I get to watch Johnny Depp in action, though I'm a tad dissapointed with the version 3.0 as a whole. Somehow the movie tend to steer offcourse and focusing on fellow turn to be pirate (king?) : Elizabeth Swan, played by the poppet Keira Knightley. On top of that, they played so much on the cgi effects and multiplied Johnny into multiple cutouts that it was almost confusing and spun my head around. The storyline too has become far more complex which until now I'm still trying to fix the jigsaw pieces together. Maybe this coming wednesday, I'll be able to understand it better. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db06b3127cce842e5090593e00000045108AcOGLRu2bNn" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Speaking of this wednesday, I can not wait to meet my lovable duo. It will be fun and exciting cause there's a few 'others' who will be joining us. Plus, we will be having late night dinner together. It has been a long time eversince poly years that we did exactly that. Not until the time when the dearest one intended to treat me and the friends satay at esplanade. That was like ages ago. Now that I mention late night dinner, I might ask the dearest to join in too. He might come in handy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I have to tell nadia that I won't be able to join her for the Sam's curry and chocolate picnic this sunday. As much as I want to meet this gorgeous babe, another old friend of mine will be tying up the knot the very same day. How I really wish these two events are to be on separate days. I'm so sorry nad, maybe next time yeah. We can have double dates first if you like. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2031355760285606224?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2031355760285606224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2031355760285606224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2031355760285606224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2031355760285606224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-i-get-to-watch-johnny-depp-in.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3520138803352782624</id><published>2007-05-23T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:37:33.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I last meet up with my dearest aunt. Both of us had been very busy and her offday always clashes with my regular five days work routine. She may either be free on any day of the weekday while I may not. However, due to her birthday yesterday, I made an exception to meet her after work. She insisted on us going to Giant at tampines road for some grocery shopping. I was flabbergasted at first but no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be fun fun fun! The place has less crowd (which I am very thankful for) and I merrily skipped my way through the aisles of food. We were actually very hungry at that time as we have not ate lunch yet, so we went on picking up and eating samples of papaya and all types of breads available there. It sounds ridiculous right? But not until you witness the scene itself. I kept on coming back to the butter bread section to take a handful of breadcrumbs and ate it. I knew better than Hansel than to throw the breadcrumbs away and used it as a guide. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db03b3127cce8401d37b828700000045138AcOGLRu2bNn" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db03b3127cce8401d37803b400000045138AcOGLRu2bNn" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the episode of "Eating free samples at Giant", we thought of eating real food. We checked out the food outlet nearby but too bad the halal certificates are still under process. So, since we have this 'waswas' about the preparation of the food, we went to food culture at century square instead. I always know that I'll make a mistake if I order ayam penyet here. It doesn't taste as nice as the one at lucky plaza but I have the sudden craving for this meal.. and for me a craving must be fulfilled, if not &lt;em&gt;kempunan&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe. My aunt made a great choice by choosing hot and spicy ban mian. It simply sets ur tastebuds on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db03b3127cce8401d379828500000027108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;By the time we finished our meal, it was almost ten pm. We felt so bloated and full that we made a fast track to the restroom. There, we just sat at the nice sofa and took photos instead. Now, who says going out with an elder is no fun? My aunt has been like a second mum to me and I am very close to her. Infact, we act more like sisters (though the respect is still there). Yes, she has been my confidante all this time. I felt so touched when she told me that she will feel sad the day I'll get myself married, she feels as if she is going to lose a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sweet words yet bitter at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db03b3127cce8401d36603aa00000027108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db03b3127cce8401e91e82ff00000027108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now, I'm gearing myself up to watch Johnny Depp in action this saturday! &lt;em&gt;Yoohoo Yoohoo, a pirate's life for me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3520138803352782624?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3520138803352782624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3520138803352782624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3520138803352782624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3520138803352782624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while-since-i-last-meet-up.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5746026281091786988</id><published>2007-05-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:33:32.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My back has been giving me backpain and aches for the past week that I simply thought, just maybe I should go for a massage and that was what I did yesterday. Although I need to fork up over hundred bucks for it, it gave me instant gratification and relief. On top of that I booked myself a facial before at another place and you can wonder how happy and totally over the moon I am after the whole process. Now that all the pain has vanished into thin air, I can start a fresh new day for work tomorrow (and also for the coming great singapore sale!) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Rose last friday to bought us tickets to Pirates of Carribean 3. We know better than to secure ourselves advance standing since the tickets for early shows will be sold out soon. However, I'm in a win-win situation here cause I'll be watching it with the bf earlier on. So that gives me a chance to oogle at Johnny Depp twice for a period of six hours. Gosh, I'm such a sucker for him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/animagus_211/untitled.JPG" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the crazy lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Burger King afterwards. A very decisive choice since Rose didn't want another MacD meal and hence the latter falls out under second option. We talked about the things that has been perturbing into our minds lately. We both greatly missed Ana and she was supposed to meet us. However, she have to attend her religious class. But it's a no matter, cause we'll have our movie date on the 30th, which I greatly anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we talk about the complexity of love and relationship, I slowly begin to understand why somethings are meant to work out for others and some aren't. Though, sometimes I feel love can be cruel to those who search and yearns for it but they never had a chance to embrace and feel the beautifulness of the feelings itself. As a friend for a friend, I emphatise and feels her sorrowness but there's nothing much I can do to alleviate her pain. All that I can offer her is my support and that I will always be there for her. How I really wish, I can make things right for these two special girls in my life. How I wish love can be as easy as abc for this one, with the blessings and understanding from the parent and for the other one to believe firmly her choice will be the right one and it will stay that way. Why does love have to be so difficult for these lovely people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I try to deny the harsh reality, I must applaud their relentless courage and brave front that they put through in this messy ordeal. I believe every story has their own ending, be it happy or sorrow.. one has to learn to move on to another chapter of life. No matter what happens, we always know that there's the superior above who truly loves us and protects us the whole time. Only time will tell when fate will bring happiness into these persons lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 38th months, IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: These goes out to you too, kynn (aka my future sis in law. haha!). I'm including you in my doa to find the right one soon. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5746026281091786988?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5746026281091786988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5746026281091786988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5746026281091786988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5746026281091786988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-back-has-been-giving-me-backpain-and.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3171852956694373008</id><published>2007-05-18T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:57:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back now with a vangeance. I keep on asking myself why should I let my stubborn laptop be a reason for me to stop blogging. I have a desktop at home and I can even blog from my workspace. One thing though keep on holding me back: all the required softwares are inside my laptop and it's very hard for me to upload or even edit my template. However, as the saying goes: when there's a will there's a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked nadia to design a blog template for me. Luckily she did it unreluctantly and even finished it off in a day. How super cool and efficient she is ryte? Although she hates green but she did the design to my liking and considered my inputs. I can't thank her enough except that I'm sure I'll treat her to a meal or even a surprise birthday gift. You really deserve it, babe. I'm sure you're happy ryte now to see me blog again. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened but when I say there's nothing much happens, I might disclose the fact of something bigger. As you all know already, it's &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; birthday. I painstakingly prepared his gifts, chasing around in shopping malls with the best buddies in gifts persuit, spending my night time doing a special gift just for him and even begged my cousin to get him his so called new generation cake. I was so busy with his gifts that I forgot to plan for the actual day itself. However, all ends well and we had a nice lovely day, driving around in Singapore. Did I mention he drove the whole entire day? I'm becoming more pampered as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://misselegance.shutterfly.com/action/?a=8AcOGLRu2bNmLP"&gt;&lt;img src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7db37b3127cce84724054596400000017108AcOGLRu2bNn" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Click it!&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, I'm going to quit my job at cpf soon to continue my studies. To all my friends who are still looking for jobs or might want to have a switch, keep a look out for new position at the website soon enough. It was a very hard decision to make since I'll not be earning my own money but I believe that I'll reap the rewards once I get a hold of the degree. Mum and dad are very happy with the decision. I know they have always been picturing their daughter in the graduation gown and that thing on top of the head, whatever it is call. Haha. Hopefully, I'll be able to make them proud of me. So, here I come.. uni life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3171852956694373008?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3171852956694373008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3171852956694373008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back-now-with-vangeance.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-6469886711446236699</id><published>2007-05-05T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:10:30.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'LL BE ON A LONG HIATUS DEAR BLOGGERS. DO CHECK OUT THIS SPACE IN JUNE OR JULY. TILL THEN, TAKE CARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-6469886711446236699?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6469886711446236699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=6469886711446236699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6469886711446236699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6469886711446236699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/05/ill-be-on-long-hiatus-dear-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-878792680532758181</id><published>2007-04-25T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T11:50:16.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I soo miss this space of mine and I'm so not used to not being online. My laptop is still taking his long leave as of now, so I take my chances and blog from wherever I can possible. Currently my workspace and the desktop at home are my common victims. So, my dear Jenny bugged me to do this questionairre. Let's see if I can finish it in twenty minutes time before lunch hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN RANDOM QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;1. are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;definitely the upcoming birthday boy and my poor laptop. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;yup. I'm on top of the world. Will reveal a happy news sometime now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. are you talking to anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;only to myself. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;not actually when I have been bugged by Jenny to do this. Tsk2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. are you german?&lt;br /&gt;nope, not a nazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. are you irish?&lt;br /&gt;nope, definitely not la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. are you chinese?&lt;br /&gt;nahh.. more indian than chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. are you asian?&lt;br /&gt;of course i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. are your parents still married?&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;more of falling and stumbling in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FAVORITES.&lt;br /&gt;1. televison show:&lt;br /&gt;ugly betty, grey's anatomy, csi miami and the tyra show. She's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. flower:&lt;br /&gt;i love roses and marigolds best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. color:&lt;br /&gt;brown and purple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sport:&lt;br /&gt;badminton cause i excel best in that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. mall:&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. I guess vivo, marina square, suntec..cause I frequent there often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. music:&lt;br /&gt;currently I'm in the mood for sappy love songs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. food:&lt;br /&gt;I love all kinds of malay and indian food. Especially thosai and chapati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. season:&lt;br /&gt;Since Singapore is a two season country, i hope to experience spring. It will be nice to see all the flowers blooming and must I mention that its the time of the year where a young man fancy turns to..? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. animal:&lt;br /&gt;my two favourite turtles; sufi and toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. subject:&lt;br /&gt;How to be a rich and successful power woman? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS.&lt;br /&gt;1. hometown:&lt;br /&gt;Always be downtown east. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hair color:&lt;br /&gt;black, brunette and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.perfume:&lt;br /&gt;dkny be delicious. However now, I'm intoxicated with incanto shine and escada sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. hair style:&lt;br /&gt;tied into a ballerina knot at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. eye color:&lt;br /&gt;light brown. Proud to say I get it from mum. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. shoe size:&lt;br /&gt;38 or 7. Get that down Rose and Ana. Hehe. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. mood:&lt;br /&gt;quirky and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. skin color:&lt;br /&gt;generally brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. available?:&lt;br /&gt;nope, i'm attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. lefty/righty:&lt;br /&gt;righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes and still am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;i do. That's why I fall in love in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. why did your last relationship fail?&lt;br /&gt;adultery? Wahaha.. definitely not from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever been heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;yes, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever fallen for one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;nope and no how, no can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever liked someone but never told them?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, infact I'm ready to be binded. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. has someone ever kissed your hand?&lt;br /&gt;My sisters, cousins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever had a secret admirer?&lt;br /&gt;Since it IS call a SECRET admirer, how should I know right? But I have a feeling I do.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS: THIS OR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;1. love or lust:&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;2. hard liquor or beer:&lt;br /&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. night or day:&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. one night stands or relationships:&lt;br /&gt;relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. television or internet:&lt;br /&gt;tough one but internet it will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. pepsi or coke:&lt;br /&gt;pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. wild night out or romantic night in:&lt;br /&gt;romantic night in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. colored pictures or black and whitepictures:&lt;br /&gt;colored pictures, so as too see how colorful life has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. phone or in person:&lt;br /&gt;in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. friendster or myspace:&lt;br /&gt;neither.. blogger can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE Y0U EVER's.&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever been caught sneaking out?&lt;br /&gt;Haha..countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. have you ever kissed s0meone you dont love?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. have you ever bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;Does reverse bungee counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. have you ever been on a house boat?&lt;br /&gt;nope and I hope I get the chance to do that someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. have you ever finished an entirejaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. have you ever wanted someone so badly it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;sure did. am still feeling that way still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. have you ever lost glasses/contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I'm able to lost my contacts amidst the crowds. Tsk2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Not quite dancing but twirling the umbrella I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. have you ever had a hang over?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pass this on. I would love Nadia (Drubilee), Farhana, Dalilah, Kak Diana, Namira, infact everone on my friends list to do this. If you all have the free time like me now. Hehe. Till the next post everyone. The big 1st May celebration is coming soon. Hopefully I'll be able to update about it. Stay tune ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-878792680532758181?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/878792680532758181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=878792680532758181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/878792680532758181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/878792680532758181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-soo-miss-this-space-of-mine-and-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1005709316482486055</id><published>2007-04-12T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:58:43.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.japan-direct.com/images/PCG-TR2E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I hate to admit that my laptop will not took its toll on me, it did. After three years of ownership, it decided to play games with me. Thanks to isa for fiddling with the keyboard, the laptop shut itself down and stubbornly refuse to restart. The blue screen keeps on materialising before it fades away and leave a blank black space behind. I was literally on the verge of jumping off the cliff and be suicidal over the &lt;em&gt;bestbuddy&lt;/em&gt; refusal. However, well after twenty four hours of &lt;em&gt;pullingmyownhair&lt;/em&gt; incident, I have to fork out hundred and twenty six bucks for the service repair due saturday. I keep on encouraging myself that I'm doing a greater good for the laptop more than for myself. What good will it be anyway, if I would've spend the money on some dresses or pants or even shoes.. especially those red shoes at  tangs studio? Oh dear God, temptation is my worst enemy of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the laptop screwing my life upside down, there's the bad knee injury I suffered after being brutally pushed by an absolutely courtesy-less &lt;em&gt;nyonya&lt;/em&gt; in the elevator. If luck is indeed like a ph indicator, I'm thrown into acidic water. The doctor told me I had mild ligament strain and I need to rest my knee for two days without any massive walking. He gave me an injection to numb the pain followed by antiseptic wash and cream for the bruises and not forgetting the antibiotics capsules. Despite the pain, I felt so relieved after receiving my mc. I told the other half about my two days break from work and he complained about how easy it is for the ladies to get mc's. Jealousy decided to rear its ugly head again. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now hoping that everything will turn out fine for me and the dear laptop. Hopefully, there will be no need of any reformatting of hard disks cause it still contains the precious memories of photos taken, as well as the e-card he sends me (yes, I still have it saved dear) and other confidential files. If all is lost, I simply don't know how to face the tune of life. Maybe a whole box of famous amous cookies and pistachio dark chocolates will coax me through. Though, I hope I will not have to resort to that. For the moment, Elif Shafak's book about the Bastard of Istanbul keeps me going and hoping for the best yet to come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Colonna MT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Smile through the thunder&lt;br /&gt;Laugh through the storm&lt;br /&gt;In the brim of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine will prevail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1005709316482486055?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1005709316482486055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1005709316482486055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1005709316482486055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1005709316482486055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-much-as-i-hate-to-admit-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1010579148547937207</id><published>2007-04-09T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:05:31.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rhx6SdEwQaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/otI52p8Tqt4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rhx6SdEwQaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/otI52p8Tqt4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture never fails to crack me up into fits of laughter. I get to capture the moment and somehow spun my own tale of &lt;em&gt;the untold affair&lt;/em&gt;. Though its purely yours truly imagination and creativity, of course. No pun intended but if it is to really happen, that guy in white will definitely suffer multiple injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the supposedly long weekend that I thought to be turned out to be a short one. Kept myself busy on Friday by messing up the kitchen. An aspiring iron chef that I want to be, I tried cooking rendang. This time round, no more book to book recipe to follow. Instead I used the 'campak' or throw everything method into the pot. Mum taught me to used my intuition and get the feel of the sizzle and fizzle. I must say I'm getting good at this 'campak' cooking cause if you really know the basics, it can apply to all types of dishes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came Saturday, the day where girls became woman and vice versa. Met up with ana and rose for meet the robinsons, having lunch together, talked about personal lives, perfume hunting (&lt;em&gt;which left me and ana casting evil eyes on rose&lt;/em&gt;) and bubble tea-ing. It amazes me how our priorities have change now. No talks about crushes or infatuations but down right reality. Now, I love talking serious stuffs with them. I guess we are entering the maturity phase or at least I am since twenty one is just a few months away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and did I mention I bumped into my cousin and kak diana on that day? I'm glad actually for the coincidence cause I've been injustice, for not been meeting them that frequently. &lt;em&gt;Time and tide waits for no man&lt;/em&gt;. Hopefully I'll be able to make it to kak diana's bbq at her house on the eve of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday. Insyallah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday was mission impossible day. Asked my third sister to tag along and followed me on a shopping spree around tampines. Complications arised when I forgot to bring the advert promotion page to claim my voucher. I thought of making a u-turn to home but came out with a brilliant idea of asking my sister's friend who lives nearby for the page. We had a hard time looking for block no 844 and by the time we arrived, I was out of gas and fuming. Luckily there is 711 and I bought a bottle of gatorade and two cadbury boost for renewed energy. Haha. I was a happy girl at the end of the day when I got the voucher and the items that I want. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although, all in all it has been an exhausting weekend but I felt unusually motivated. Though this feeling never last long till monday (&lt;em&gt;explains why I'm having monday blues just now&lt;/em&gt;) and it comes creeping back when the weekends are nearer. I'm hoping for saturday to come reaally sooon. Its time for tender, love and care. Now that's bliss.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1010579148547937207?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1010579148547937207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1010579148547937207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1010579148547937207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1010579148547937207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/04/above-picture-never-fails-to-crack-me_09.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rhx6SdEwQaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/otI52p8Tqt4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-8652501989328946412</id><published>2007-04-04T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:08:20.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhNpwewzIiI/AAAAAAAAADA/uTNxa6DguKw/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhNpwewzIiI/AAAAAAAAADA/uTNxa6DguKw/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm in a bout of happiness! I only had to work four days instead of five and tomorrow will be the last day till another week begins. So its going to be a super looong weekend for me. I feel sorry for my siblings though cause they had to go to school despite the public holidays. Oh well, repeating the mantra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anything for knowledge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will help them survive the day. Haha. The mind is indeed a powerful source of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work today was fun. I received a box of Merci chocolates from this dear colleague of mine. I called her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jenny jen jana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, haha. She thought I need some &lt;em&gt;emotional motivation&lt;/em&gt; cause my in tray was piling up with all sorts of paper. The marzipan flavoured chocolates really helped me focused and by the end of the day, the piles had vanished into thin air. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was lucky today as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jenny jen jana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; offered me a ride home in her mean volkswagen beetle. I testdrive the car around the carpark and I'm falling for it. She owns the black beetle for almost a year. This makes me feel of owning my own car soon. Well, I can start dreaming about it.. and no dear, not a picanto please. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when is mr &lt;em&gt;who passed his license with two demerits,&lt;/em&gt; going to take his beau out for a drive? I would like to be treated as a &lt;em&gt;memsahib&lt;/em&gt; too. &lt;em&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-8652501989328946412?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8652501989328946412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=8652501989328946412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8652501989328946412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8652501989328946412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-bout-of-happiness-i-only-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhNpwewzIiI/AAAAAAAAADA/uTNxa6DguKw/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5331381651219371016</id><published>2007-04-03T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:32:13.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhyAetEwQcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qyzhSw2kLUM/s1600-h/resize1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhyAetEwQcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qyzhSw2kLUM/s320/resize1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who came after me when I was 5 years old. I was not jealous but ready to finally had someone to play with. She was born fair, healthy and she held the record for the biggest head circumference among the four of us. You could say I was deeply excited to have a little sister. I played with her all day, I took the blame when she broke mum's big vase with her wheeler and I bullied her cause I felt I'm bigger and more powerful than her. However when she starts to grow, I realised she has more strength than me. She was the epitome of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sisters, we don't look much like the other. I had more of dad's physical attributes while she had a mixed of both. Personality-wise too, she's more organized and clean cut than me. She's serious, focused and determined. She's also someone who is hard to be dissuade and stay true to her own style. She has the qualities that I can never match up to. If you ask me about competition, sibling rivalry is common between us. We fight, we argue but in the end we came to terms with it (though usually I'm the one who hand in the towel most of the time..haha). But no matter what, I'm proud that she turns out to be a responsible daughter and a wonderful sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my second sister aka &lt;em&gt;ngah2&lt;/em&gt;, enjoy ur nc16 moment while u still can. Come m18, I'll surely accompany you to get your driving license. No buts or &lt;em&gt;butt&lt;/em&gt; ok. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5331381651219371016?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5331381651219371016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5331381651219371016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5331381651219371016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5331381651219371016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/04/shes-one-who-came-after-me-when-i-was-5.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhyAetEwQcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qyzhSw2kLUM/s72-c/resize1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-8981514429821276149</id><published>2007-04-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:27:43.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend was fun. I got to laze around on saturday, helping mum, check my emails, update myself with the latest news and counting the hours to sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sunday morning came, its time to kick start the day by meeting this handsome face. Initially the plan was to have breakfast at adam road or newton but had to cancel it due to the rainy weather. So we head down to city hall. It was a compromise and I had no better idea for another place. Our first stop, we checked out the donut factory at raffles city and boy, it was a long queue. The shop opens at 2pm and the crowd starts coming in as early as 9am. We didn't join the queue though and went to suntec instead to catch mr bean's movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn actually between mr bean, tmnt, 23 or even meet the robinsons! I told him that we need to stick to our one movie date. One movie, no more. In the end, it was clear that it was hard to curb our fickle minds. So, we resorted to watch mr bean here and tmnt at gv marina. I was &lt;em&gt;tsk-ing&lt;/em&gt; myself in my head. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hillarious movie, there was the body shop sale at gallery three. I saw the ad at the news paper last friday and thought of giving it a pass. But since we were there and a lady passed us a flyer promo, it's hard to resist temptation. We surprised ourselves by not buying too much, instead we picked up a grapeseed body butter and two almond body scrub, one for me and one for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rhx-z9EwQbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/csazQ-koldg/s1600-h/blogentry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rhx-z9EwQbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/csazQ-koldg/s320/blogentry1.jpg" border="0" width="280"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to marina square and bought the evening tickets for tmnt. The movie was short and lasted for 90mins. Nevertheless I enjoyed it very much since I'm a fan of tmnt. Before, we drop by Times for my magazine and Watson. Had a mini tea cum dinner at mcd where the extraordinary teary scene takes place. Embarassing for me .. but it's going to be one of our moments. &lt;em&gt;*beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Love turns the whole thing around&lt;br /&gt;No it won't all go the way it should&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;the heart of life is good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-8981514429821276149?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8981514429821276149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=8981514429821276149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8981514429821276149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8981514429821276149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-was-fun_6943.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rhx-z9EwQbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/csazQ-koldg/s72-c/blogentry1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3745086637611878170</id><published>2007-03-28T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:22:59.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RguS1Ik9UvI/AAAAAAAAACM/89LrFYf5SqQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" height="180" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RguS1Ik9UvI/AAAAAAAAACM/89LrFYf5SqQ/s320/collage.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I did a bit of web-shopping. I chanced upon this website that sells gorgeous brooches and their designs are so exquisite. For me I find it hard sometimes to look for brooches that suits my taste perfectly. Not until I browsed through the site, I fell in love instantly with the designs. Quickly, I placed an order and I must say the service was excellent. Tuty (the designer) handled my enquiries politely and in a very friendly manner. I received my brooch last tuesday and I'm satisfied that my brooch was still intact. Furthermore she placed it in a nice package. You should check her site under my links..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Thanks Tuty for the excellent service!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3745086637611878170?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3745086637611878170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3745086637611878170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3745086637611878170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3745086637611878170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-week-i-did-bit-of-web-shopping_759.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RguS1Ik9UvI/AAAAAAAAACM/89LrFYf5SqQ/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2524594058709380527</id><published>2007-03-26T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:05:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rgh_2X4ZtDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0cNrSBOuKqk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rgh_2X4ZtDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0cNrSBOuKqk/s320/collage1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was the day that brings me massive headache but at the same time, impended me into compulsive buying. It was my first time going to Ikea and Giant since its first opening. I suspected that the crowd would be huge at Giant since it has just opened this month and boy was I right. People pushed and shoved to get their things along with the wheel carts. By the time I was in the heart of Giant, I was practically angry and flustered. Me being me, I am very sensitive and allergic to huge huge crowds. It gets me all bottled up with uneasiness and spite. The funny part is: why do I ever agree to go there on a sunday? Serves me right la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only bought a basketful of items which we can actually buy at the neighbourhood supermarket (and less hassle at that). Chocolates, fruit juice, longans, marshmallow and not forgetting huiji body tonic. I tasted the tonic before and it was bitter but dad however, is religiously taking his share. He said being healthy especially in his middle age is important. He kept a lookout too in maintaining his appearance. Recently, an age defying body lotion landed on his shelf. Now to think from whom I'm getting my vanity genes, I guess I had a direction. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Giant. After all the shopping and shoving, I began to get hungry. The foodcourt next to Giant was full and it was not worth waiting for empty seats. Instead we head to Ikea, hoping that luck is with us and the restaurant will be accomodating. Wishful thinking..I know. The moment we got there, it's packed. At this point, we couldn't made a u-turn so we stayed there and eyed for empty seats like a pack of vultures. Finally after straining my eyes, we got ourselves empty high chair seats. I must say the ambience is nice though I'll appreciate it more if the crowds were lesser. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the late lunch, we browsed through the stuffs at Ikea floor by floor. As much as I like the clean concept of the furniture there, I still love those at Barang Barang. Somehow when I stepped inside Barang Barang, I felt homier and cozier. Even my mum said so. Nevertheless, I still go for the cheap stuffs at Ikea. Those &lt;em&gt;five bucks frame&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;ten bucks antique lantern&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;seven bucks wall mirror&lt;/em&gt; and the bargain goes on. If I'm not trying to save more money, I would have picked one of everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhIYXYk9UzI/AAAAAAAAACs/k70iMCDTaz4/s1600-h/collage4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RhIYXYk9UzI/AAAAAAAAACs/k70iMCDTaz4/s320/collage4+copy.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there.. I did a bit of guilty-free shopping. Though my mum would say she needs to pry me off Ikea using a crowbar cause I just wouldn't want to left. Haha. What can I say, the accesories are all to my liking. Perhaps another spendeour for another time. &lt;em&gt;Khoda Hafaz&lt;/em&gt;, everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2524594058709380527?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2524594058709380527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2524594058709380527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2524594058709380527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2524594058709380527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-was-day-that-brings-me-massive.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/Rgh_2X4ZtDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0cNrSBOuKqk/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-163768112240215542</id><published>2007-03-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:48:07.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My sister's friend, Aisyah Sultan met with an accident yesterday. To all dear bloggers, whether you know her or not, please include her in your prayers and doa. I may not know her but I am equally upset to hear this disturbing news. Especially to know someone of my sister's age to be in this mishap, saddens me so. It made me realised it could even happen to me or people within my family. I hope she will recover and even get to take her o-levels. Amin..*silent tear*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-163768112240215542?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/163768112240215542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=163768112240215542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/163768112240215542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/163768112240215542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-sisters-friend-aisyah-sultan-met.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1159223669494869844</id><published>2007-03-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T18:47:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.1976.com.tw/Shop/Stores_app/IMAGES/images_103/03001620002936_1585.Jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite of wanting to save more money for &lt;em&gt;miscellaneous things&lt;/em&gt; (haha!), I'll be splurging on another perfume. My &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dkny be delicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; perfume is left with a few ml and I used it for nearly two years. It's time for a change. I hope I can go perfume-hunting next weekend with him, plus the mr bean holiday movie treat. But for now, I guess it's going to be another long weekend for me this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unless..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I persuade &lt;em&gt;mak&lt;/em&gt; to go to Ikea. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1159223669494869844?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1159223669494869844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1159223669494869844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1159223669494869844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1159223669494869844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/despite-of-wanting-to-save-more-money.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-6787909010319228628</id><published>2007-03-20T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:28:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="290" height="230" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376156995978&amp;site=widget-8a.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;amp;amp;amp;th=26&amp;id=288230376156995978&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p1/288230376156995978/un_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=16&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;amp;amp;amp;th=26&amp;id=288230376156995978&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/p2/288230376156995978/un_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1095 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has past since the day we decided to commit ourselves to each other. We've been through a lot of changes; be it different hairstyles for him or different way of adorning scarves for me but our love stays the same. It's just like the first time we've met. I've grown to love his goofiness and he's grown to love my ever demanding attention. Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just last weekend I persuaded him to meet me quite early so that we can have breakfast at serangoon road. Him being himself, he couldn't say no and obliged despite his aching and tired self. We spend the entire breakfast eating at two kopitiam! One was in front of &lt;strong&gt;mustafa centre&lt;/strong&gt; and the other at &lt;strong&gt;norris road&lt;/strong&gt;. I ate four chappatis altogether and by the time I reached three and a half chappatis I knew my stomach was about to put up a white flag. Haha. It was unbelievable but I finished it all though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the epic movie of the &lt;em&gt;Battle of Thermopylae&lt;/em&gt; between the Spartan and Persians. It is an adaptation of Frank Miller comics and based loosely on historical records of the battle. It was an interesting movie I must say and the six-pack abs was the cherry on top of the cream. We were so into the movie until we bumped ourselves with the question of: "What's the current name for Persia?" That definitely took us to another mind game. We even called up our contacts to ask but not satisfied enough we even went to &lt;a href="mailto:library@esplanade"&gt;library@esplanade&lt;/a&gt; to confirm. It was Iran alright. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had so much fun with him. Everytime we met, it's like the first time all over again. I still felt those butterflies in my stomach. He definitely knows how to make me go weak on my knees without even realising it. I clearly have fallen for him time and time again and I wish for it not to stop. Thank you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mr is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for making me feel this lovely everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love you. I heart you. I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-6787909010319228628?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/6787909010319228628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=6787909010319228628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6787909010319228628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/6787909010319228628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/exactly-3-years-or-1095-days-has-past.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1413698280757392571</id><published>2007-03-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:14:32.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RfgDCzxN1fI/AAAAAAAAABs/KdBhn25y-T8/s1600-h/140307entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RfgDCzxN1fI/AAAAAAAAABs/KdBhn25y-T8/s400/140307entry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It's orchard roaming time with mum and second sister. I had an early time-off from work today hence the long walk. We went by British Council for some administrative matters and off we go to have lunch cum dinner. I decided to introduce mum to the &lt;em&gt;oh-so-lazat ayam bakar ojolali&lt;/em&gt; (grilled chicken). It's my second time eating there and I ordered the same dish. My second sister begged to differ and ordered a grilled pomfret. According to credible sources, fishes contain polyunsaturated fatty acids (LCPs) of the omega-3 family which is good for the healthy development of the brain, eye and nervous tissue. Definitely a well enough reason for someone taking 0-level this year. Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good rest everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1413698280757392571?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1413698280757392571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1413698280757392571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1413698280757392571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1413698280757392571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-orchard-roaming-time-with-mum-and.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RfgDCzxN1fI/AAAAAAAAABs/KdBhn25y-T8/s72-c/140307entry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-4053278276885291197</id><published>2007-03-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:56:50.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 198px" height="432" src="http://i.pbase.com/o4/25/480025/1/59783869.Chilly3.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;magical chilli seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Long ago in Africa, a woman whose only son had died in an accident was full of sorrow until she was told about the wise man who could bring her son back to life. The woman went to him and asked: "Tell me wise man, what magic potion can bring my son back to life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to her: "I can give you the magic potion. But for it to work, you have to find me chilli seeds from a house that has never known sorrow. These seeds will driven out the sorrow that is now in your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman began her search. In the distance she saw a large, beautiful bungalow. "Surely this is a house that has no problems!" she thought. Knocking on the door she said: "I need your help. I am looking for a home that has never known sorrow. If you can give me some chilli seeds from your kitchen, it would bring me back my happiness."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The owner told her: "You've come to the wrong place..." and began to describe the unhappiness that was surrounding the family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How sad the lives of these people are. Who better to help them than I, since I have had misfortune of my own?" The woman went from house to house. But wherever she went, she found one tale after another of sadness. She spent her time helping these people make their lives better and their burdens lighter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon, the woman found that her own sadness had gone. Her quest for the magical chilli seeds had driven away her suffering. When she focused on others and helped them with their sorrows, she was able to overcome her own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Colonna MT;font-size:130%;"&gt;"And be patient; verily, Allah loses not the reward of the good-doers."&lt;br /&gt;(Hud, verse 115)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Story excerpt from &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NADi&lt;/span&gt;. A quarterly publication of the Islamic Religious Council of Singapore (MUIS). To read or download &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NADi&lt;/span&gt;, click &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muis.gov.sg/cms/publications/newsletters.aspx?id=476"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-4053278276885291197?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/4053278276885291197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=4053278276885291197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4053278276885291197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/4053278276885291197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/magical-chilli-seeds-long-ago-in-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2485192714293481134</id><published>2007-03-11T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:20:33.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="251" src="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/snow-brave-red-roses-thumb.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red roses in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been such a long day for me yesterday. Mum and dad went out, one sister went to camp, the other went to school, the little one slept under the bed and the bf need to work. I was practically pacing in my room, looking for things to do to cure the boredom. Halfway I gave up and ended up reading books that I've read umpteen times. When four pm striked, as if my body was a remote control, I switched on the tv and watched hindi movie at vasantham central. Not again, I told myself. It's the same movie I've watched several times before; that girl named &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;miss lucky negi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Indeed &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; for me, salman khan was in the movie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was different. I head out to compass point to have a short lunch with that someone. Then returned and borrowed a few books. While I was busy browsing, that someone was busy reading malay comics (read: &lt;em&gt;ujang&lt;/em&gt;). It was supposed to be a very short date but I get to spend almost four hours with him. Not bad at all. At least something compared to nothing right. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm having calculative thoughts. Very hard enough to cipher that I can't merely decide which weekend's day I want to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mr bean's the holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I was torn because dad wants his whole family at a chalet this weekend and on the other the bf needs his work schedule by tonight (so he can rsvp me). I still got another four hours to decide. Shouldn't be hard enough right? I'm hoping for a win-win situation here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I'm screwed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2485192714293481134?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2485192714293481134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2485192714293481134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2485192714293481134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2485192714293481134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/red-roses-in-snow-it-has-been-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1232686912377465590</id><published>2007-03-08T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:08:08.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="431" src="http://images.google.com.sg/url?q=http://karmasoup.org/photo/i/red-kasa.jpg&amp;amp;usg=__eXl_qqjSVqIGpOPOybzltn7i178=" width="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;red red love umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These itchy fingers or rather now aching fingers did revamping of my blog design yet again. What to do, it's been such a long time since I touched adobe photoshop. So today when I got back home, I turned on my laptop and did a bit of experimenting. I must say I love the way it turns out to be and I tried to make it look bold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, the recent earthquake tremors really made a hubbub here in Singapore. The entire departments in cpf were told to evacuate the building. Mind you, I'm using the stairs all the way down from 25th floor. It was a scene and some really panicked. Definitely not the same emotions shown during the fire drill exercise a few months ago. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a lighter note, I kind of miss grandpa. I wonder how he's doing right now and with the surgical scar of his. The doctor told him that the scar will not fade away entirely but this grandpa of mine seems to find a way of talking to 'the scar' to make it go away. Hehe. Hopefully I'll be visiting him soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1232686912377465590?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1232686912377465590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1232686912377465590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1232686912377465590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1232686912377465590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/red-red-love-umbrella-these-itchy.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-95483305543900272</id><published>2007-03-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:10:04.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost everyone seems to be doing this. I should join in too. Harmless fun, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 people to play this game too.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and answers that swack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ring The Alarm by Beyonce Knowles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Losing My Way - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cater to U - Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save Me - Corrinne May (Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shine by Bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In The Rough - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better Together - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blame it on The Sun - Kellie Pickler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a Marathon - Teddy Geiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;End of Me - Marion Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hidup Cuma Sekali - Tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Day You Went Away - M2M (OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There She Goes - Sixpence None The Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pump It - BEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Baby - No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candy Shop - 50 Cent (Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dance Dance - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Know my Name - Chris Cornell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall tag those people whom are under my links (ninna &amp; Lady Rin, u guys too). If you're busy..or not just do it ok. &lt;em&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-95483305543900272?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/95483305543900272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=95483305543900272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/95483305543900272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/95483305543900272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/almost-everyone-seems-to-be-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-2765283930358378709</id><published>2007-03-03T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:11:44.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's late at night but I still can't sleep yet. Prolly because of the nescafe latte I drank. Spend my saturday watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in town. Now, my mind simply keeps popping and popping because of the hillarious song hugh grant sang. That dance and the tight pants (haha!), how can I not forget. See &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you make me like this song and movie very much. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0A7dtdc-nU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="270" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say: Pop, goes my heart&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Good night, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-2765283930358378709?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/2765283930358378709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=2765283930358378709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2765283930358378709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/2765283930358378709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-late-at-night-but-i-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-8980144543521883407</id><published>2007-02-26T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:23:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was on my way back from work today, I chanced upon the magazine stand and decided to buy a magazine. It has been three years since I started reading and storing magazines for my personal collection. The last time I bought was Seventeen magazines which I ended up throwing my hundred dollars worth to the rubbish chute. Haha. So now, I thought I should invest my money wisely and buy something informational which I can gain from after reading it. I browsed through &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Her World&lt;/span&gt;. I liked the latter but it was very thick and with lots of beauty make up tips. I skip that and finally content myself with a more health vibes magazine: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/ReQiPjql6II/AAAAAAAAABE/ZYUq469pcXU/s1600-h/Photo-219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/ReQiPjql6II/AAAAAAAAABE/ZYUq469pcXU/s320/Photo-219.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;one that I can do with for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It contains lots of good stuffs inside including special sections like how to shape up your life, looking great and live healthy. My favourite part was of course the beauty tips it offers. Not only how to look best on the outside but maintaing your inner self healthy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/animagus_211/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/ReQiQDql6JI/AAAAAAAAABM/5rIRU8CoBBU/s320/IMG.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I find the article on how to look after your hands is useful. Sometimes we care too much for our face that we neglect the importance of keeping our other body parts healthy too. I seriously recommend the d-i-y treatment cause it's so easy to do and the ingredients are very easy to find. If you simply don't have the time, apply moisturisers to your hand cause it helps to soften it. I'm using Cetaphil as a cleanser when I'm washing my hands. It's very mild and non abrasive, perfect for all skin types including the sensitive type. For moisturising, you can try Vaseline Aloe Cool &amp; Fresh lotion cause it will protect your hands from dryness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, my health bite for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-8980144543521883407?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/8980144543521883407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=8980144543521883407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8980144543521883407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/8980144543521883407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/02/while-i-was-on-my-way-back-from-work_27.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/ReQiPjql6II/AAAAAAAAABE/ZYUq469pcXU/s72-c/Photo-219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1619751111944852321</id><published>2007-02-25T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:06:37.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/ReD4vzql6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FtSWw0wItEk/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/ReD4vzql6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FtSWw0wItEk/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called it my weekend rituals. Every saturday and sunday I try to make myself jog the whole stretch of my neighbourhood park. Today was different. Mum taught me a new route to venture out. Since my place was near the beach, we jogged there. Usually I jog alone but I always like it when mum's around cause that means one thing: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;free breakfast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Mum is an avid jogger. She can jogs like no tomorrow while me? I am always catching my breath and trying to out run her. Silly, silly me. After a hour and half we head to &lt;em&gt;pasar&lt;/em&gt; and eat beancurd at my favourite stall. It's been such a long time since I really shopped at the market. Usually if I had to cook I would've ask mum to buy all the necessary things but this time, I did my own grocery time. It was fun actually and refreshing cause I get to see the fresh vegetables and fishes! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Macam jakun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hopefully I get to spend more time grocery shopping with mum. I can sneak in one or two bars of chocolates along the way. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention mum really knows how to play badminton, I tell you. Even dad lost to her. &lt;em&gt;Tak padan short&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. I didn't know mum can play that well. I've yet to win a match with her. Perhaps in the evening after going to the hospital later. Oh and I bought two more small rackets for my sister so that she can practice on. I think its more tiring for these sisters of mine cause they need to keep on bending and picking up the shuttlecock so often. Slowly eh sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you mr is, I'm sorry for the lunch. I'll make it up to you next weekend ok. Hearts you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1619751111944852321?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1619751111944852321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1619751111944852321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1619751111944852321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1619751111944852321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-called-it-my-weekend-rituals.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/ReD4vzql6HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FtSWw0wItEk/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-5446041087533871678</id><published>2007-02-20T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:06:14.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[Picture taken out and will be replaced when I find out just what is wrong with Picasa. Darn!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 35th month-versary to you, Mr Iskandar! Thank you for putting up with my anger and mood swings whenever we go to Vivo and Harbourfront. Although, I seems to get enough of Burger King but you never do, do you? And please remember when I say no, I might mean a yes. Even if I keep on saying no, do a triple check on me. I am pleased that you put my lovely face on your handphone wallpaper. I know you miss me so much and I miss you too. You know I can never get enough of you. Oh and who says you need a Visa Platinum to win me over? But if you &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; apply for it, say the next five, four, three, two or now even, do ask me out. We can book a movie online at gv Vivo and queue up at the empty queue for Platinum card holders &lt;s&gt;and laugh at the crazy full queue next&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teh halia you bought me was no match for the one we drank at amoy hawker centre. Though, I must applaud you for sharing this addictive interest of mine, together. Now, we can have a date especially for hunting killer teh halia in Singapore. Perhaps on the twentieth march to celebrate our third anniversary is very appropriate. I'm sorry I swat you off when you say you want to eat fried chicken rice. You have taste and you simply love to put a pound or two to my skinny frame (according to you). As long as I am healthy, you can continue buying me anything. Though the van houten chocolates would be enough (read: almonds, hazelnuts and raisins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun going out with you. You are my source of entertainment and affection. The way you spell amphitheatre and the way you pronounced Dolce (Dol-che, dear) and Gabbana made me smile. How could I not love you. But one thing disturbed me was you didn't remember the very first movie we watched together. You should remember that particular moment cause I made a fool out of myself and we ended up sitting at the wrong seats. I have to give you lots of hints and clues and finally you got it. Something Gotta Give. That's the first movie we watched together. I don't blame you cause I know the memory test tortured you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is I love you, always. In years to come when I become your &lt;em&gt;zaujah&lt;/em&gt;, I'm hoping that I will continue loving you always and for the rest of my life. &lt;em&gt;Only when that time comes, you can ask me for as many head massages as you want.&lt;/em&gt; :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-5446041087533871678?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/5446041087533871678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=5446041087533871678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5446041087533871678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/5446041087533871678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-35th-month-versary-to-you-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-9137318943710392944</id><published>2007-02-14T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T12:21:08.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/raTztlVWYb8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/raTztlVWYb8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="280" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got potential and talent. Justin is awesome, as always. Love the performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-9137318943710392944?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/9137318943710392944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=9137318943710392944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/9137318943710392944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/9137318943710392944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/02/shes-talented-and-justin-is-always.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-712049744359686461</id><published>2007-02-12T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:23:23.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in for another episode of Acute viral nasopharyngitis or in simple terms common cold. The average rate for an adult to get infected is of two to four infections per year but I get two infections in less than a week. Am I a superhero or what. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376155421791&amp;site=widget-5f.slide.com" width="250" height="200" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=2&amp;tt=17&amp;cy=un&amp;ad=0&amp;id=288230376155421791&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p1/288230376155421791/un_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=2&amp;tt=17&amp;cy=un&amp;ad=0&amp;id=288230376155421791&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p2/288230376155421791/un_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I've been going to Food Culture thrice last week. One with aunt, then with mum and sisters and finally with him. It was food galore and my mum is indeed a food addict. &lt;em&gt;Boleh ngam dengan bakal anak menantu&lt;/em&gt;. Tsk Tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, time for taking pills..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-712049744359686461?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/712049744359686461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=712049744359686461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/712049744359686461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/712049744359686461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-in-for-another-episode-of-acute.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-1620832919909507340</id><published>2007-02-11T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:12:20.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RdAhHCR_y6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vvAC3jbBXYk/s1600-h/log+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RdAhHCR_y6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vvAC3jbBXYk/s160/log+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a love/hate relationship with Saturday's. I love it cause I get to spend some time with him but I hate it cause the time is not enough. You see he works half day on Saturday so I get to see him late afternoon. Seven hours each week is definitely not enough for a person whom is madly in love. At least that's what I think. Though I have to admit I cheat my ways into sometimes asking him out for dinner on weekdays. All for love, I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a simple date. Accompany him to send his Motorola handphone at it's service centre. Waited for an hour or so till his queue number flashed. Luckily, there's Mr Bean cartoon to entertain us. Then we went for lunch/dinner at Burger King and did random talk. It was very random till I can't even remember what we talk about yesterday. Haha. Though there's fleeting memory about &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;spicy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We catched the movie: &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Adrift &lt;/span&gt;afterwards. I really shouldn't have any expectations for this movie and I guessed it right. I tried to sense the moral of the story here and what I can conclude is: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A silly stupid mistake can lead to larger consequences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lost their loved ones and friends just beacause of not propping the boat's ladder down. The ending? I felt like taking the popcorns and throw it to the screen. The audience were left clueless! I suggest you read the synopsis to satiate your curiousity is enough for this movie. Though I must say Eric Dane, the McSteamy in Grey's Anatomy is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I enjoyed the date nevertheless. My man is great and that's all I need. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-1620832919909507340?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/1620832919909507340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=1620832919909507340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1620832919909507340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/1620832919909507340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-lovehate-relationship-with_12.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwY9EJ4Ra5E/RdAhHCR_y6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/vvAC3jbBXYk/s72-c/log+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-7830760689680776750</id><published>2007-02-03T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:32:07.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One bird has been coming in and out of my kitchen window, thinking that it is it's poo house. Just yesterday, it dared itself and flew towards my room and wanting to get out but alas my room window was shut. I was frantic cause it started to flew like a maniac and not one person wanted to open the window pane. Haha. Luckily it flew back out of the kitchen window. This has been happening mostly everyday and mum is getting frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to lodge a complaint to my grc and the hdb. The reply was quite fast and I am assisting them in this matter. As if this is not enough, my estate is getting messier. I went jogging with mum early in the morning just now and we noticed that the place was definitely not litter-free. Packet drinks, cans, candy wrappers, plastic bags were scattered all over the void deck. Nearby a cleaner tries to clean it all up, taking his own sweet sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the cleaner but I'm quite furious with these people who just threw and left the litter there. Not that the rubbish bin was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; there but it was so so near but these &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't even bother to lift their fingers and help out maintain the cleanliness of the place they're living in. Like the saying goes: It takes two to tango. We too can play a part in making sure the place is clean. True be said, Singaporeans are indeed pampered. Honestly Singapore will not be a clean city (as acclaimed all over the world) if not for these foreign cleaners. Shame on us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most shocking news is: who taught these school boys to pee in front of someone else's house? *smack forehead* (read: Berita Harian on Saturday, page 3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-7830760689680776750?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/7830760689680776750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=7830760689680776750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/7830760689680776750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/7830760689680776750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-bird-has-been-coming-in-and-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-3939108565256872592</id><published>2007-01-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:56:13.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Negative thoughts, doubts, and insecurities often lead to more negative thoughts, doubts, and insecurities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This friend of mine let her insecurities gets the best of her. While everyone has moments of insecurity, being suspicious on a daily basis is problematic. Suspicion, if left unchecked, can destroy a relationship. For these, I feel that she has gotten herself into this mess and even myself too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She accused me of being the third party all this while when she's having issues with her beau. How could I when infact I never ever have any comunications what so ever with him. This started out when her beau admitted that he used to have a crush/liking on me (read: used to). I thought she have this maturity and realised this is a thing of the past. Since she's the one who initiate the "Be Honest" question, she should be prepared to hear the unexpected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much for trust issues. I guess when you accepted someone to be part of your life, there comes a warranty with it. Trusting one's partner is an important aspect in building a stronger relationship. If from the start you feel that you can't put your trust in him, don't dwell into a relationship yet. It will just make you suffer in the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate to be in this kind of mess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-3939108565256872592?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/3939108565256872592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=3939108565256872592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3939108565256872592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/3939108565256872592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/01/negative-thoughts-doubts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116963655347026398</id><published>2007-01-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:49:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Newsflash: I'm on mc for three days because of a terrible cold since tuesday. I extend my leave till friday so that means I have a whole week break from work. I am so the happiest worker alive! Haha. Adding to that, I borrowed two books from the library to occupy me during my free time at home. One by Thalassa Ali and the other by Chitra Divakaruni. Two of my favourite authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:_hDZYmUZapor8M:http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n29/n145635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:g9W999kMFMbw6M:http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n27/n137034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flames to Dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to Friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things comes to an End?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song by Nelly Furtado reminds me of my makcik Farhana and of what happened to her a months ago. I don't recall it as a good thing but I guess it's a good thing while it lasted. Enough of that sad story, moving on was her birthday celebration! I was too engrossed in the plan that I forgot my own monthly-versary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-39.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="250" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bl&amp;amp;il=1&amp;channel=360287970192476217&amp;amp;site=widget-39.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As planned, we met up at Vivocity but Ana was kept under the light about the whole suprise. &lt;em&gt;Kata birthday girl kan&lt;/em&gt;. I came a bit late and when we met, it was like a long time reunion. We did a bit of window shopping or was it Rose who dragged us to window shopped with her? This &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;mak nyah&lt;/s&gt; mak nenek&lt;/em&gt; thought of buying a bag for work purposes. Luckily for her, she have the experts with her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at Secret Recipe after tiring ourselves out taking photos here and there. Like what makcik Ana mentioned in her blog, we even took photos of the food. We enjoyed the food very much and I really like the green apple kasturi that I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that hearty lunch, we checked out the new sentosa station. We thought of boarding the Sentosa Express but decided against it since it was raining and there'll be nothing for us to see. So that will fall on our next itenary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think it's unreasonable for Starbucks in vivocity to be that small. There goes our chances to sip our favourite frappucino cause it's full house. We walked to and fro searching for a nice cafe with comfy chairs to just chilling out and have a girl talk. From Starbucks to Coffee Bean and back to Starbucks again and finally ended up in Pacific Coffee. That too we kept on changing seats, from outdoor to the indoor's big red sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you people should just look at the photos instead of me spinning my own tale and trying to account for each passing moment. But one thing I should say is that we enjoyed ourselves on that day. Happy Birthday Ana!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116963655347026398?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116963655347026398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116963655347026398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116963655347026398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116963655347026398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/01/newsflash-im-on-mc-for-three-days.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116936428256887542</id><published>2007-01-21T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:47:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truely Madly Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this song and I can hear it for a millionth times if I want to. It makes me feel I'm in some island standing on top of mountains, enjoying the breeze with that special someone. Speaking of island, there's the Sentosa trip I went to with him. It's been a month now and just yesterday I'm celebrating my 34th month. I was busy entertaining the two makciks yesterday that I totally forgot about my monthly-versary. More of that celebration later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-70.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="250" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-70.slide.com&amp;channel=360287970192434800&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So on the 23rd of December, we spend our well deserved holidays to Sentosa. I met up with him early in the morning and we head to Harbour Front together. As sweet as he is, he willingly wanted to ride the train with me from Pasir Ris instead of a direct route from Sengkang. Next time, I'm going to be the one who fetch him. Breaking from the old tradition. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our breakfast first at Killiney's. The usual coffee, toast and eggs. Then we proceed to buy our tickets at Harbour Front Centre. We decided amicably to buy a package so that we can get discounts and also went to most of the attractions there. So, two Imbiah SurpriZe package for the both of us! We get to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Butterfly Park &amp; Insect Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;2. Cable Car (round trip, normal cabin)&lt;br /&gt;3. Carlsberg Sky Tower&lt;br /&gt;4. Images of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;5. Sentosa 4D Magix&lt;br /&gt;6. Sentosa Luge &amp;amp; Skyride&lt;br /&gt;7. The Merlion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of opting for the normal cabin for the cable car, he decided to change it to the glass cabin. Although it's more expensive but he simply swat me off with: "Alah, sekali sekala pe. Kan romantic" (read: "It's once in a while and furthermore, it's romantic"). I have nothing more to say but be silently happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable car ride was a sensational experience. I've been wanting to ride in it ever since. Luckily for me, I've no problems with heights. The feeling of being on air with just the support of the cable was extremely thrilling. It took sometime though for that someone to adjust himself (read: him). The view and scenery was nice although there was still some constructions going on below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ride, we visit the Images of Singapore first. Immediately I felt that I was in a house of wax. It was scary though walking besides standing figures with humanly experessions. I kept on my guard thinking that the figure will jump out at me. Haha. He was composed though all the times. We took quite a number of photos there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to see the Merlion. Actually there's nothing much to see except again the scenery of Singapore. You are invited though to take pictures at the mouth of the Merlion by some photgrapher staff. If you want your picture, be glad to part with your 10 bucks cause that's how much it'll cost you. We didn't spend so much time there as it's getting hot and humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mini break before we proceed to the next station: Luge and Skyride. As we stand in line, the rain started to drizzle. We had no choice but to go to a sheltered place and went for a sheltered ride. So we went on Carlsberg Sky Tower. Again, I was quite dissapointed with this ride. I thought it's going to be amazing, spinning in slow motion, 360 degrees watching Singapore from a bird's eye view.. but I don't feel the effect that I wanted to. I get bored and nauseous by the time it's over. Perhaps I just need my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, when the rain started to subside, we quickly head to the luge queue. Luckily for us we didn't need to wait that long. Now this ride is amazing. You've got power, speed and a sense of control. I started off slow and he was already ahead of me but look who's on the finishing line first. Hehe. But I've got to admit he's playing nice and letting me win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically after you finish the luge you need to take the skyride back to the station. I was ecstatic cause this is the most anticipated ride. Your legs are barely hanging and you can feel and breathe the cool air. Furthermore when the metal bench started to ascend and descend was the &lt;em&gt;syiok&lt;/em&gt; part. To add to that, I have him with me by my side. Very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deprived ourselves from having lunch cause there's just more places that we wanted to go to. Next up was the 4D Magix. I can say that this is the most popular attraction. It's better that you go here early cause the queue was very very long. We need to wait for two sessions just to get in and watch the short movie (read: 20 minutes movie, 45 minutes waiting time). However I enjoyed it nevertheless. I won't spill the beans what's been going on inside. You should go and experience it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the butterfly park and insect kingdom. Inside, it houses more than hundreds species of butterflies and varieties of insects. To name a few would be the beetles, scorpions, praying mantis and other sorts. The butterflies and moths are all so beautiful and again I've taken a liking to the butterflies with brown and beige wings. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Underwater World was not inside our package, we decided to go for it and pay the ticket price. Again we are lucky cause they are giving discounts due to the school holidays. I was hoping to feed the stingray and oh how I feed them. It was very funny cause I was part horrified and I accidentally gave the food at it's nostrils instead of it's mouth, which was situated at the bottom part of the body. Haha. Then we walked around and instantly land ourselves on the travellator. We were so tired after all the walking and just stay there and watched the fishes, sharks and dugong! I simply can't understand why the dugong is very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we board the Sentosa bus and alight at the main station and take the cable car ride back. Both of us were exhausted and we simply enjoy the evening scenery. When we reached Vivocity, he thought of catching a movie but it's impossible to get tickets on a sunday night and at gv vivocity to be precise. Instead we went to bugis and enjoyed watching &lt;strong&gt;Night at the Museum&lt;/strong&gt;. Who would've thought after all the attractions we've been to we can still watch another one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are such a weird couple babe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116936428256887542?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116936428256887542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116936428256887542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116936428256887542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116936428256887542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/01/truely-madly-deeply.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116910431495540525</id><published>2007-01-18T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:48:09.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>70% of our body are made up of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be suprise, I'm so not going to start a lecture on science or geography. I'm the one who should be suprised cause I found 70% of my past blog entries I blabbered about mr iskandar. I sound like another person seriously. I admit I feel a tiny bit nauseous reading my own mushy entries. God, I am the helpless romantic..then. So now perhaps I should add in another resolution to my all ready full list: "Stop being a romantic weirdo on net, cause it makes yourself puke besides others who reads it". Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However sometimes you can't control the hormones and all you do all day is missing that someone, thinking about that someone and you end up feeling all dreamy about him. Then your fingers started to move and when you realised, you've published your innermost feelings online. It seems that it happens to me most of the times in the past. Maybe instead of gushing over him all the time, I should minimise the level of romantic feelings in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I should start my own sets of rating just like in the movies. Some may include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. P.G : Perverse Guidance. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't want my readers to develop a perverse behaviour upon reading my entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. s-M18 : si-Mentel/Mental/Miang aged 18 years and above.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suitable for those who have these itchy feeling and those who reads cheap romantic paperback novel. Hint: Makcik Rose and her 18th century love novel. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. R.A : Romance Alive, only for matured adults. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, there's nothing wrong about being romantic on net. You can't please everyone who reads your blog. It's your blog and you decide. Instead of demoralizing and criticizing the blog owner, it's much better that we share his/her excitement. Indeed, be happy for others. I'm not trying to achieve anything by posting this out but hey, where's the love people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most if you feel so irritated and disgusted, my advice would be: "Just stuck your tongue..and don't open your mouth ok". Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116910431495540525?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116910431495540525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116910431495540525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116910431495540525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116910431495540525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/01/70-of-our-body-are-made-up-of-water.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116883947747655641</id><published>2007-01-15T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:37:57.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends is always what I'm looking forward to each working day. So when it finally comes, I get all excited and come into fourth gear to have my relaxation time. What's more I get to spend a whole half day with dear. But when the time comes I get all ticked off just because of a bar of chocolate and the way he asked me. Was it really necessary for me to put a scene just because of that? No. My rational mind told me that I'm doing it all wrong. However the emotional side of me took over and there I was walking around vivocity scolding him. His first reaction was to laugh. He even thought he heard me saying about a cow but I'm not. I'm sCOWling in fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he saw how serious I am, he started to apologise. But the very stubborn me, continue on with the silence treatment. Inside I felt really bad but I just need to go on. Maybe for a while longer. So we sat down while waiting for the movie: Pan's Labyrinth. Now he was tired of coaxing and consoling me and he too kept quiet. We did just that for almost twenty minutes. Then I started to cool down and realised how stupid all of this is. I apologised to him when the movie nearly starts and things went back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS is such an a/r/s/e.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116883947747655641?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116883947747655641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116883947747655641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116883947747655641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116883947747655641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekends-is-always-what-im-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116848403648783567</id><published>2007-01-11T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:53:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am now blogging from my workspace. Since I'm having my 10 minutes rest might as well put some use into it. Suspense has been killing me. I've been waiting for an answer about me transfering to another department in CPF. Not that I'm not satisfied in the department I'm working now but good opportunity comes once in a while and while there's a chance I should grab it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just too nosey for their own good. Prying into my personal life is something that I dislike so much. On top of that spreading bad rumours about me, tell tales about me as if they've known me for their whole life. And they call themselves my friends. They should be ashamed. Very ashamed. And I know this through a good friend of mine. Now that the war is on, she will need to face me anytime soon. Am so angry that even my dear called me up. And he too ended up getting angry but not for the same reason. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a limit to my patience. So please don't toy around with it. p-i-s-s-e-d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116848403648783567?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116848403648783567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116848403648783567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116848403648783567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116848403648783567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-now-blogging-from-my-workspace.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116807355655217725</id><published>2007-01-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:39:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, the first thing my colleagues asked me was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Siti, Zoe Tay wore the same blouse as yours! You watched A Million Treasures yesternight?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. As a matter of fact I do and I was super annoyed because she have it in a colour nicer than mine. Golden brown! My mind completely went back to the past and tried to scan the scene at the store where I bought the blouse. Haha. But any-hoot, I am happy with my blouse and for all I know it costs me quite a bundle. The store: GG&gt;5, have these nice long sleeve blouses to die for. The stitches were very refine and intricate and it's definitely comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Quote: Its the very same blouse I'm wearing for a date with him at Vivocity.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/Photo-0098.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/210/Photo-0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy &lt;s&gt;bunny&lt;/s&gt; worker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Moving on, I'm glad I just need to work for three days this week. Due to the public holidays and all. I've been very busy and the workload has been piling up but I didn't feel any stress..at all. I'm happy with the department I'm working with. Though there are times, there are these people who gets on my nerves. Everyday when I come to my desk, there will be piles of application forms to be processed and there are cheques to be verified and sent to. I must say somtimes I'm amused with the names I came across. Some are oh-so-very-long and hard to pronounce. And then there are those antic jokes my colleague Braydon loves to talk about. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 3px solid" height="158" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/210/Photo-0093.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/Photo-0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 3px solid" height="158" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/210/Photo-0092.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The workload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On the other hand, I've been shopping and buying things with one thought in mind: brown!. Mum has been shaking her head everytime she saw my purchases. Recently, I bought a new giordano pants, dmk shoes, charles and keith sandals, bracelet and evrything nice. Haha. And all of them are in brown. My dear was clever enough to have guess that's my favourite colour and he bought me a leather brown carlo rino bag to add to my collection. And then there are shoes that I simply &lt;strong&gt;loveee&lt;/strong&gt; to shop for. I always go to the same shop to buy my shoes. Be it DMK or Charles &amp; Keith. My two favourite shops. Come pay day and I'll hunt these shops down. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/Photo-0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 3px solid" height="183" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/210/Photo-0106.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/brown%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/210/brown%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The colletion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Even my dear joined me by buying the brown pants from giordano. He hardly wears these type of pants cause he adorned himself with jeans, jeans and always jeans. But I must say he looks good with it. Out of the ordinary. He feels it is comfortable too. So it's a win-win situation, right dear? :p It's not easy to buy for him jeans and pants. He's very particular about the cut and fit of the whole thing. So mainly I just buy for him sweaters and t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/Photo-0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/210/Photo-0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Him looking great with the new sweater that I've bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh and about the fuss on the 23rd.. well it's actually a post celebration for our 33rd month-versary. We went to Sentosa! More about that in my next post, people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/210/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Love my &lt;em&gt;teuku-ryan-look-alike &lt;/em&gt;baeu. And so they said. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116807355655217725?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116807355655217725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116807355655217725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116807355655217725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116807355655217725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-first-thing-my-colleagues-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116771336053612901</id><published>2006-12-29T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:06:14.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ca.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="350" height="290" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376153738954&amp;site=widget-ca.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153738954&amp;cy=fr&amp;amp;amp;tt=0&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ca.slide.com/p1/288230376153738954/fr_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153738954&amp;cy=fr&amp;amp;amp;tt=0&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ca.slide.com/p2/288230376153738954/fr_t000_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 16th December 2006, I went to RP Ancien Reunion dinner held for graduates. It's the official re-opening of RP alumni club. Met up with my favourite people and together we drove there. Initially I intend to fetch Sandra at Hougang after I fetch my dearest but she decided not to come. She's not feeling that well, so we head directly to Woodlands. Rose house was the second stop and believe me this girl was still sleeping when I arrived at her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her up but to no avail the line was engaged. I was getting frustrated so I decided to call Farhana. Luckily she picked it up and helped me call Rose. It only took her around 20 minutes to get dressed up. Upon her arrival, dear teased her: "Ni dah mandi ke belum?". Translation: "Have you taken a bath yet?". I'm glad my friends can get along with dear. Then, we fetched Farhana from her crib and off we went to the event itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's better if you browse through the pictures above cause words are not enough to describe the whole event itself. Though I can add that it was interesting meeting up with Putri and found out that her bf was someone from my dear's school and even the same batch. Both guys relate with each other quite fast I might say. Being the other guy whom is my dear, the spontaneous funny man, it's not that hard to start a conversation. For all I know, they sat together during dinner and completely forgotten about me and Putri. Tsk2..guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amazing time at the event with my favourite girlfriends. Do take a look at the pictures and just place your mouse on the photo to view the captions. Question for Rose and Farhana: "Hey, when's the next outing, babes?" Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116771336053612901?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116771336053612901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116771336053612901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116771336053612901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116771336053612901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-16th-december-2006-i-went-to-rp.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116722429628166852</id><published>2006-12-27T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:18:34.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time and tide waits for no man. How true. Nowadays, I find time slips by faster than I ever anticipates. New year is just around the corner and it makes me nervous thinking about it. Many plans to make regarding the future. I guess it's about time I should execute the plans and insyallah see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about chasing time, I was so super busy that I've been postponing to update on Sandra's birthday bash. But one word to describe the whole event: grandeur. Hehe. On that day, I met up with Rose at Vivocity to buy Sandra's present. I know.. we are that bad to even bought the present on the actual day itself. But what to do both of us were so busy with work it's difficult to find a time that suits us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8AcOGLRu2bNmHd"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/SANY0111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Click her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;Being the makcik, Rose is, she made me wait for her. This friend of mine has become more chummier la. I love to squeeze her cheeks and hug her like a teddy bear. We walked past dozens of shops in pursuit until we went in Charles and Keith. This shop is heaven for ladies ah. The bags and shoes are gorgeous and I felt like buying one myself. Luckily Rose helped restrain my desires. So we bought Sandra a lovely blue denim bag. I know she can suit that bag with her skirt or jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Riverwalk Tandoori Restaurant 10 minutes late. Luckily for us the event had not yet started. While we were waiting, Sandra came in. Both of us were astounded, we nearly gag open our mouth in awe. Haha. She was beautiful ok, with her pink fuchsia sari, her make up and all. Lovely. We talked and did a bit of catching up and then the event starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was superb. I took a big portions on my plate and I finished it. Hehe. Anyway I met my ex classmates and some polymates. We did a lot of photo takings. Oh, I forgot to mention the restaurant is at the Golden Landmark hotel. At 10pm on a Sunday night we bid Sandra farewell. Bother, tomorrow was our working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116722429628166852?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116722429628166852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116722429628166852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116722429628166852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116722429628166852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-and-tide-waits-for-no-man.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116645165245884860</id><published>2006-12-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:56:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="350" height="262" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=fr&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376153188326&amp;site=widget-e6.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153188326&amp;cy=fr&amp;amp;amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p1/288230376153188326/fr_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=288230376153188326&amp;cy=fr&amp;amp;amp;tt=16&amp;at=1&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e6.slide.com/p2/288230376153188326/fr_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I manage to transfer and upload my photos to the laptop. Having a card reader is definitely what I need right now. So this will be a very long awaited due entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's nothing much to tell cause you will most probably read about my dates time and time again. Like the same old boring story. Haha. But definitely not for the both of us. Each time we met we enjoyed the moments spend together. Nothing will be boring for us since we spend the time together. Sounds mushy? But I can't help it la. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway as you would've guessed, we walked at the rooftop of vivocity and enjoyed the scenery. The crowd there was amazing! People were testing out the shallow waters as if they never walked the beach before. Hehe. Some even tried to swim there when the sign board forbades so. As always, we took lots of self potraits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eating is always a pleasure. We had something from Long John Silver then had our desserts at Ben and Jerry. I stubbornly wanted to had a seat at Ben and Jerry and he simply obliged. Those nice comfy seats and the cow shaped chairs are soo adorable. He ordered cookies and ice cream (or fudge cookies sundae, what ever it is) for me. We shared and talk nonsense, killing time till we watched the double 007 movie. &lt;p&gt;I enjoyed the movie ok. Daniel Craig is hot! I don't know why but I definitely prefer him as James Bond rather than Pierce Brosnan. Those broad shoulders, those muscles, those blue eyes.. melts me la. When I told him that, he simply fought back and said: "Handsome macam me kan?" Haha. I told you he's funny. Anyway, after the movie ends we strolled by the bay and enjoyed the night scenery and lights. Hang around for a while before both of us head home..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23rd come quickly please..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116645165245884860?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116645165245884860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116645165245884860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116645165245884860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116645165245884860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/12/pastimes.html' title='Pastimes'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116601881717699024</id><published>2006-12-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:41:37.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I need to do a simple entry to round up past day's event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday bought myself a new hp: Samsung Ultra Edition 12.9 or D900. I've been eyeing that phone ever since I saw its ultra slim design. Someone persuaded me to stay with Motorola since its sound system is so superior. :p But no worries dear, I still kept the hp birthday gift you bought me. I would like to keep it as a keepsake and show it to my grandchildren. I can imagine they will say how 'obit' the phone is in the future. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="279" src="http://www.handys-mobile.de/img/samsung_sgh_d900.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Met makcik ana today to accompany her do some shopping for the event on saturday. We are so blur that in the end we kind of regret and shake our heads to the clothes that we should've bought. Lessons learnt cik. I leave it to you to elaborate further in your entry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="do"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/Photo-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Please don't mind my pose above. I'm seriously not considering to be a model. So people enjoy your days ahead. Words of wisdom: Love is not a thing for us to conquer but for us to feel and embrace as a gift from the almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; for the very very umpteen times. Gosh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116601881717699024?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116601881717699024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116601881717699024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116601881717699024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116601881717699024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-guess-i-need-to-do-simple-entry-to.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116573290847678300</id><published>2006-12-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:31:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to update on Sandra's Birthday Bash.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to update on my latest hotspot: Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to update and upload all the photos for the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to get the card reader from dear. I accidentally brought home his camera during our last weekend date. So yes, I think I'll postpone it again till later. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, someone has been kind enough to drop by my work place and have lunch with me. Although it's only for an hour but I appreciate the thought that he actually made that effort to spend some time with me. Like he said: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ala..mcm mana penat pun u tetap my first priority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Now tell me, which girlfriend would not melt over that line. Haha. Seriously, half of me rather wants him to stay and have a good rest (yes, he's havin his off day today) but the other half really yearns for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced him to my favourite drink stall, the one that sells killer garlic tea. We bought two mugs and I have him had the taste. So far, he seems to enjoy it as much as I do. After lunch, I brought him to international plaza. There I bought my sweet supplies then we head to the Secret Recipe at CPF building. Being the sweet girlfriend (haha!) I treat him 2 slices of cake for him to eat at home: chocolate banana and americano cheese. He just need to say that he wants ice cream and as if weak on the knees I decided to buy him that. So much for pampering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel that there's more that I can do for him. Sometimes I'm not sure if I had been a good girlfriend. At times, I do have my emotional breakdown and when I do I can be a crybaby. And there's a time when I missed him too much that I called him and ended up crying hearing his voice. Too emotional? I guess so la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, thank you dear for being there for me all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I can't wait for the 23rd to come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116573290847678300?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116573290847678300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116573290847678300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116573290847678300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116573290847678300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-wanting-to-update-on-sandras.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116503275352214972</id><published>2006-11-30T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:19:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to shout out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;It's P-Plate Free Day For ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more triangles pasting at the front and rear of car. Finally, the most awaited day comes and I'm now considered as a pro-driver la. It's been a year since the day I've passed my TP and now I can simply bully other new drivers. Haha. Seriously for those of you who just passed and have your license, do expect to see some road bullies from other drivers especially taxi drivers. Tsk2.. believe me I did a lot of cursing when I drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more on my lovely weekend. Should I mention I met my childhood sweetheart after 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy 13th Birthday Nabbi-haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116503275352214972?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116503275352214972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116503275352214972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116503275352214972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116503275352214972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-of-all-i-would-like-to-shout-out.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116428904605575674</id><published>2006-11-23T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:37:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you spend your time with your loved ones if only for a short time, the whole world seems to stop and it just revolves around you and him. That's exactly how I feel when I met dearest for dinner. I decided it's time for me to pamper him so I treat him dinner. And that's not all, few days before I shopped for him. Bought him a guy laroche wallet and a new jacket for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate for him, he met with a minor accident during work. So now he's got an injured hand. So the main reason behind the pampering would be this. The feeling of meeting him always feels like a first time no matter umpteen times we date. And recently it's been our 32th months. Its been that long eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our dinner at Sakura and then went around the mall to window shop. Although I am very tired after work but meeting him was definitely worthwhile. Afterwards. we decided to unwind in Starbucks. Its been a very long time since I bought a drink there. Since I haven't meet makcik ana yet. Haha. Bought myself a gingerbread drink and his peppermint. Yeah, we're in the festive mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so easy with him around. It's been always his funny stories and crappy jokes.. always. I should say that's the thing that drawn me to him. We talked and listened. Though that day he threw more comments at me and about my shoes! Seriously babe, you need fashion lessons. After an hour of unwinding I head home taking a taxi. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my sun, you are my earth and I know you know that I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116428904605575674?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116428904605575674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116428904605575674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116428904605575674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116428904605575674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-you-spend-your-time-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116368610063386141</id><published>2006-11-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:43:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daniel Craig seems hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the reason for me to blog today. Work has been challenging enough. But nevertheless I still manage to finish it with efficiency. Though some people do doubt my capability. Now, how about wiping that smirk of that boney smirky face of yours eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/office%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/office%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work craze&lt;/p&gt;Lunch today was memorable. Had it at Amoy Street Hawker Centre. I found a new love.. the ginger tea at Syed Mohamed stall is heavenly. Instead of being addicted to Starbucks or Coffee Bean, I'm addicted to that tea. However, I'm yet to buy a Coffee Bean drink since they give away discounts to all CPF staffs. Braydon, one of my colleagues never fails to fill me up with laughter over his funny jokes. I nearly choked when eating my chicken rice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This november is all about healthy lifestyle for cpf staffs. I attend the health screening and they need to take blood test to run samples. Cpf has also been generously giving away fruits every week, be it apples, kiwi, dragonfruits and so forth. I was even interested to join in the Bhangra-Aerobics..but sadly for me I was one step back when registering. They only accepted a limited 25 participants. Shall try again next time. So I can dance to hindi tunes..haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116368610063386141?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116368610063386141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116368610063386141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116368610063386141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116368610063386141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/11/daniel-craig-seems-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116326343327731882</id><published>2006-11-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:16:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been busy and hence no updates. Its quite suprising to see me blog in this wee hours but seriously I have nothing else better to do. I'm still in my raya outfit and waiting for the guests to leave. You see, my family were just back from my along nini's house but my dad's friend would like to drop by my house. So here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/24-10-06_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/24-10-06_1926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So you might want to know how my eid celebration has been? I guess I can say it's pretty usual. Nothing special apart from the sad fact that my departed aunt has left us only few months before eid. The loss was still felt among us. However putting that aside baby isa was cute with his raya outfit! That little guy is getting naughtier by day. He keep on asking me for Bob the Builder. I guess he's obsessed with it.. and I think he looks like Bob the Builder himself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/blog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The past weekends have been very tiring for me. My family went for lots of visiting and the driver should be the pitiest of all. Haha. Every weekend was a new car for me to drive, starting from a sporty type to a family type. I had nothing to say but well oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my aunt rohanah from london went back to her hometown. My cousin jasmin am already 4 but she looks so little. We send her to the airport and afterwards went to my aunt's house. All day long all I do was eat but my aunts kept on saying I'm losing weight. Even on the first day of eid, relatives have been commenting on that. I'm not on a diet but I guess work stress and my regular walking contributes to it. Though now I'm trying to gain a kg more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say I'm happy today. First reason, I met up with my cousins from Segamat. Used to play guli together but now we've all grown up. Good to know that they're been doing fine in their own way. Secondly, my mkcik ana finally have someone she could call her own. Am so happy for her. She truly deserved it afterall the heartaches she's been through. Hehe. Congrts cik! Thirdly, I guess there's just something that makes me like/love that someone better. He may not know it but I do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116326343327731882?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116326343327731882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116326343327731882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116326343327731882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116326343327731882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-been-busy-and-hence-no-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116159404418125090</id><published>2006-10-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:14:24.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/23-10-06_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/23-10-06_0836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since it's going to be eid soon, I would like to wish all my friends, fellow bloggers and all muslims in the world a very &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eid Mubarak&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully if there's any words spoken that hurts the feeling.. I apologize. In the meantime, have a very happy eid people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116159404418125090?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116159404418125090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116159404418125090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116159404418125090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116159404418125090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/10/since-its-going-to-be-eid-soon-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116134592245605703</id><published>2006-10-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:46:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/20-10-06_1922.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/20-10-06_1922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love the decorations I did for my desk. Not just because of the festive season but my room needs a little extra shine. Yes, I was so enthusiastic to draw my own potrait. But I am satisfied with the results. Now, I'm waiting for my purple bed linen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally yesterday, I met up with Kak Diana although it was for a short while. Thank you sis for waiting on me. I saw the bracelet you wore..look nice on you. Hehe. Now, promise me after or during raya we have our luncheon together ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm too tired now.. shall continue later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116134592245605703?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116134592245605703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116134592245605703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116134592245605703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116134592245605703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-decorations-i-did-for-my-desk.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116082881458520921</id><published>2006-10-16T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:54:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally after a 5 months break and here I am again. Too much have been happening in my life and I jumped too many stages that I barely could held my breath. Some ripped me apart, some confused me and others just welled me up with emotions. So how am I really? If I was a good liar, I would say I am fine. But let's not dwell into that. I hope to start with a fresh new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm working with CPF as an executive officer. Hope I can meet up with Kak D since she's working in that area too. I am always tempted to go to Secret Recipe which is conveniently situated at the basement of the building. Working has been fine with me but studying is still my priority and soon insyallah I'll be taking my bsc. Details on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other half, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;iskandar&lt;/span&gt; has been working really hard. But like he said no matter how busy he is he will always have the time for me. This guy is a wonderful emotional support to have. Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without him. Funny isn't it how I'm using his real name now? Just to show how I appreciate the beautiful name and the wonderful person bearing the name. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's that for a start? *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116082881458520921?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116082881458520921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116082881458520921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116082881458520921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116082881458520921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/10/finally-after-5-months-break-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-116074608040994484</id><published>2006-10-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:28:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello back.. I won't guarantee that this blog will be active again. But then again, who knows what might happen right? *all cheeks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-116074608040994484?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/116074608040994484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=116074608040994484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116074608040994484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/116074608040994484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-back.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-115076204265119426</id><published>2006-06-20T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:16:30.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the half between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/SANY0139.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/320/SANY0139.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back but not for long. I decided to close down my blog temporarily till changes are made and settlements are solved. If you are wondering my wealth being: I am rosy and as well as the wind. However I am here now to make a last and final honor of being tagged by my Makcik Ana. So read this last one out from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 SCHOOLS I WENT TO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Muhammadiyah Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;:: Al-Maarif Institution&lt;br /&gt;:: Republic Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS I PUT IN MY HANDBAG:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Handphone&lt;br /&gt;:: Wallet&lt;br /&gt;:: Purple edition ZA compact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS I DO WHEN I AM STRESSED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: Sms/call Mr Danial&lt;br /&gt;:: Reading non-fictional books&lt;br /&gt;:: Eat chocolates especially dark ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 PLACES I GO ON A DAILY BASIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: bedroom&lt;br /&gt;:: kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:: erm toilet can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 FAVOURITE FRUITS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: Grapes&lt;br /&gt;:: Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;:: Papaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 OF MY FAVOURITE FOOD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: all Italian: Spaghetti, Pizza, Pasta..&lt;br /&gt;:: Nasi Ayam&lt;br /&gt;:: Mee Bandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 NAMES I GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: Ilah&lt;br /&gt;:: Suhailah&lt;br /&gt;:: Ayang? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 THINGS I'M WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: F-Women Blue shirt&lt;br /&gt;:: Grey pants&lt;br /&gt;:: My specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE WHO'S...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS IN THE HOUSE WITH ME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: my siblings, my grandma &amp;amp; my terrapins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO AM I THINKING OF RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: mr danial and his look alike teuku ryan. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO DID I LAST TALK ON THE PHONE WITH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO DID I SIT WITH DURING MY 5TH PERIOD CLASS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: hmm.. i think i sat beside Khairun. *scratch head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON I TOLD THAT I LOVED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: mr danial cause of our 27th, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO DO I WISH I AM WITH RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: my fiance to be or husband to be. you guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO GETS ON MY NERVES IN SCHOOL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: the cats who shit everywhere during my sec years. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kesian makcik cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WHERE'S...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE IS MY PHONE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: On top of my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'When Dream Travels'&lt;/span&gt; book by &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Githa Hariharan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE DO I SLEEP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: my queen size bed for a queen to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE IS THE PLACE THAT I TOOK A RIDE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: From Punggol to Sengkang in a picanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING I ATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Nuggets and Nougat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT COLOUR SHIRT AM I WEARING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: I remember saying blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE CLOSEST ITEM TO ME THAT IS BLUE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: apart from what I'm wearing, my 25 hours watch's box is blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO I LIKE MOST ABOUT SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: dear friends and memories of not growing up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS/ARE MY FAVOURITE COLOURs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: loyal to purple, nice with brown, new addiction to lime green and on a darker note: black and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO I WEAR OFTEN JEANS/SHORTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: It's a tie. Jeans in daytime, shorts in night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE I WATCHED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: Silent Hill. Great gory movie. Packed with thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WHEN'S...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN DID I START SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: Aged 4 at Muhammadiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN DID I LAST GO TO THE MALL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: last weekend at Marina Square with Mr Danial together with his Garfield tin which by the way has my perfume smell in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN DID I LAST BURN SOMETHING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: a tiny hole in my pocket. literally. with my endless shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 unlucky people to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:: Kak Diana, I havent' hear from her since..&lt;br /&gt;:: Namira, my old time fren that I want to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;:: perhaps my lazy blogging bf, mr danial? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I am done with the tag and I guess I am done with the blogging world.. for now that is. Till we meet again and pray that soon will come. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-115076204265119426?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/115076204265119426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=115076204265119426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/115076204265119426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/115076204265119426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/06/end-of-half-between.html' title='End of the half between'/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114766892517754166</id><published>2006-05-15T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:36:49.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with the montage of his birthday celebration. All for the pleasures of viewing. Do enjoy it people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONSVrJc9RSQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONSVrJc9RSQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can sing along as well. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever Love (Digame)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the ground&lt;br /&gt;with my world&lt;br /&gt;Upside down&lt;br /&gt;I got a vision of your face&lt;br /&gt;And I must get me out&lt;br /&gt;For so many memories we’ve yet to make&lt;br /&gt;God don’t send to me your angels&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear you say again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love&lt;br /&gt;Say it love&lt;br /&gt;Digame, Digame&lt;br /&gt;Tell me so&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you in my soul&lt;br /&gt;If I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you smile&lt;br /&gt;With those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Baby it’s like&lt;br /&gt;You place a finger on my heart&lt;br /&gt;And your lips next to mine&lt;br /&gt;Make me think that maybe heavens where you are&lt;br /&gt;God don’t send to me your angels&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hear you say again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love&lt;br /&gt;Say it love&lt;br /&gt;Digame, Digame&lt;br /&gt;Tell me so&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And if I go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever love&lt;br /&gt;Say it love&lt;br /&gt;Digame, Digame&lt;br /&gt;Tell me so&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And If I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll know&lt;br /&gt;Forever love&lt;br /&gt;Say it love&lt;br /&gt;Digame, Digame&lt;br /&gt;Tell me so&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And if I go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114766892517754166?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114766892517754166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114766892517754166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114766892517754166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114766892517754166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-done-with-montage-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114736017748277884</id><published>2006-05-08T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:11:48.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The celebration was over. I'll update more with photos when I get my hands on the thumbdrive. Anyway, one word to sum it all up: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;extremely enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;. OK, that's two..but who counts? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time..I hope &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time people, stay in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; frequency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114736017748277884?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114736017748277884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114736017748277884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114736017748277884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114736017748277884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/05/celebration-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114639311221026230</id><published>2006-04-30T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T18:53:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/SANY0031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc3366 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cc3366 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc3366 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc3366 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/SANY0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Danial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;p&gt;It's your birthday tomorrow and I'm wishing you in advance cause of my short trip on your birthday..boohoo! But I'll make it up to you to present your true suprise. The hint: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What you've expected but you don't actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Figure that out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the mean time, I'm sending out many, many loves to you. Hope you have a great holidays. Turning older is getting wiser and that is not a bad thing. I'm loving you more each day, no matter you're 30, 40, 50 or even infinity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till we meet again on the definite day and time for your suprise. Before that a few words from me: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;[Serasi Bersama by Nurul &amp;amp; Ajai]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kita bagai satu permata&lt;br /&gt;Terbelah bercantum semula&lt;br /&gt;Hingga langsung tiada terlihat garisnya&lt;br /&gt;Pemisah halus rambut dibelah halus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kita bagai satu jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Yang bercerai terpatri kembali&lt;br /&gt;Hingga langsung tiada terlihat lainnya&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam hanya ada kekasih hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih hati &lt;strong&gt;ku&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yours Truly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114639311221026230?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114639311221026230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114639311221026230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114639311221026230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114639311221026230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-boy-dear-mr-danial-its.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114586754758084115</id><published>2006-04-24T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:56:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not in the best of health right now. My siblings are infected by the flu, fever and cough. So, now it's my turn. Sleeping in bed together have the &lt;s&gt;bed&lt;/s&gt; bad side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to say I have a great weekend. Finally I get to cycle the entire east coast park. Well, not entirely&lt;em&gt; la&lt;/em&gt; but almost. A &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2 hours fun of cycling&lt;/span&gt;. I almost toppled when I dismount the bike cause it's been a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;long long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time since I cycle. I'm still the winner no matter how much he convinced me he's giving in to me. So dear, who's in better shape now? &lt;em&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, I've been addicted to eating McDonald's Apple Dipper. The apple is just so fresh and the caramel is just so sweet and nice. A very good combination and oh, it melts in my mouth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, the future dawns on me like a spider to it's prey. It puts me on instant thinking mode. I can not think I'm still sixteen cause I'm not. Time flies by fast and someday when I open my eyes I'm on to another phase of life. At most 5 years is not that long of a time. What will happen then is what I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you my mr danial, I want you to know that I'll always stick by you. I want to feel that I deserve you cause you are too good to me. I find it irresistable not to love you though I always say how I do not love you (jockingly!) but I do.. really. In my eyes, you are getting handsomer in every ways. And I can't help it thinking that this great guy is all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope your pant does not slip off. (&lt;em&gt;Jangan kembang.. :p&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114586754758084115?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114586754758084115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114586754758084115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114586754758084115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114586754758084115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-not-in-best-of-health-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114571036919813534</id><published>2006-04-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:54:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt guilty. I have guilty conscience now and it's not the greatest feeling in the world. What happens is that a friend from Sri Lanka called me. She actually called me from her own handphone and wasted her rupees just to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She called &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I simply overlooked that kind of friendship I've forged. I have not forgotten her but I just overlooked the importance of calling her or even mail her. I might have been busy but that should not be a reason. However I've used it as an excuse and way of explanation to her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From far, she asked me how I'm doing. Even some of my friends here didn't ask me that. No offense. I feel gratitude and at the same time I feel I didn't deserve this. Not this attention. She's a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; write to her. I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; call her. I&lt;strong&gt; promise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I have another guilty conscience coming in. I know this is not part of my important necessities but I bought it anyway. I just have to have it. Ignorant? I know.. but it's too quaint and lovely! Blame the designs.. Paul and Joe makes me feel I need to have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/640/p&amp;j%20sparkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cc3366 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #cc3366 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #cc3366 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cc3366 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/203/1075/200/p%26j%20sparkles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul and Joe Sparkles Lipstick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I plead &lt;strong&gt;guilty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114571036919813534?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114571036919813534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114571036919813534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114571036919813534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114571036919813534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-felt-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114515089602719673</id><published>2006-04-16T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T09:28:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on a mission so pardon me for not updating this space frequently. This mission is very, very important. I've yet to do a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things more. For the brights, I think you might have guess what I am fussing about now. It's only weeks away but I have all the reasons to &lt;em&gt;kanchiong&lt;/em&gt;. So watch out this space in a few weeks time. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114515089602719673?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114515089602719673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114515089602719673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114515089602719673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114515089602719673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-on-mission-so-pardon-me-for-not_16.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114483382341073474</id><published>2006-04-12T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:23:43.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am a&lt;/strong&gt;: human. stuborn at that. what else is new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my friend is a&lt;/strong&gt;: good human. one i can call and disturb upon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i should&lt;/strong&gt;: lower the intake of chocolates in my body. no, no, no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love&lt;/strong&gt;: mr d, mr da, mr dan, mr dani.. you get the picture. and spongebob? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do not understand&lt;/strong&gt;: why they say i'm an indian. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i lost my&lt;/strong&gt;: words somtimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my girlfriends are&lt;/strong&gt;: there for me. wherever they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people say that i&lt;/strong&gt;: should eat more but I do. I've beaten the horse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is&lt;/strong&gt;: beautiful. It really is in so many ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere, someone is&lt;/strong&gt;: far unlucky than I am and I hope things will turn out for the better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will always&lt;/strong&gt;: love chocolate. always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;: is not long enough in the world but long enough in the here after. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i never want to&lt;/strong&gt;: not to love mr d. never ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think the current president&lt;/strong&gt;: is S.R Nathan. I'm brunette and not a blonde dumb. &lt;em&gt;*Eeps*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i woke up in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;: i still hug my bolster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is full of&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;if's&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;what's not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my past is&lt;/strong&gt;: going to remind me of how weak and naive I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i get annoyed&lt;/strong&gt;: if my sister used my laptop with sticky, oily hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish&lt;/strong&gt;: for thousands wishes more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my pet is&lt;/strong&gt;: sufi the terrapin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kisses are the worst when&lt;/strong&gt;: it comes from a drunk apek or turban man sitiing at coffeeshops with huge bulging tummies. even a quick peck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;: both my sisters came back before 3pm. more sadistic and sarcastic jokes to throw at them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow i am going to:&lt;/strong&gt; be nice to them and then the day after be evil again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have low tolerance for people who&lt;/strong&gt;: talk behind my back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i had a million dollars&lt;/strong&gt;: I would travel all over the world to buy and eat chocolates with the love of my life. Nice plan right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114483382341073474?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114483382341073474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114483382341073474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114483382341073474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114483382341073474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-human.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216369.post-114475775531891340</id><published>2006-04-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:54:14.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.gildia.pl/film/filmy/inside_man/poster/w200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Inside Man&lt;/span&gt; over the weekends. It has a very interesting storyline: the &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;perfect robbery&lt;/span&gt; of all times. And I shall say I never thought about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. One thing suprise me though: the &lt;em&gt;opening song&lt;/em&gt; of the movie. It's &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; bollywood song where Shah Rukh Khan &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; dance on top of a moving train. Yes..the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chaiya, chaiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; song. I was suprised..I even thought I might have landed in the wrong theatre watching the wrong movie. But I was in the right place. So the movie did grab the attention of the audience and that's a good start cause you need to have full attention to grasp what the storyline is all about. I gave it a three and a half. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why but it seems I got hooked on to too many drama series, talk shows, movies and books . I've been watching almost everything and reading non stop. I just finished &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;James Patterson&lt;/span&gt; aclaimed &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mary, Mary&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Honeymoon&lt;/span&gt; in just two days and it's thick. I really admired his way of writing and how he instill suspense through it. Once I start, it's hard for me to stop. I just have to get to the ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also recently, I've been watching &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/span&gt; talk shows. I've been restraining myself not to watch it long time ago and I live in denial of thinking it will be a waste of time to watch it and "oh there's nothing great about it". So I don't bother but I accidentally walk into it. I was turning on my tv and there was &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt; and he was praising &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt; at that time and my eyes instantly glued upon the tv. I watched the entire show nevertheless. I've formed a liking of Oprah's shows now. How ironic can I get. Just today, I got to see &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ricky Martin&lt;/span&gt; performed in her show. I'm not a big fan of &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr Martin&lt;/span&gt; here but wow, his hairstyle is gorgeous and I like his new image: almost clean shaved face, almost Matthew Fox-&lt;em&gt;ey&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I do owe an apology to someone for making his heart beats a bit faster. I am partially angry and partially not wanting to but I just need &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;moment. However I must say no matter how angry I am, I am very vulnerable to that cheeky smile of yours. Irresistable eh. So now you know why out of a sudden I will start to smile or laugh. I love you mr d.. more and always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7216369-114475775531891340?l=misselegance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/feeds/114475775531891340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7216369&amp;postID=114475775531891340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114475775531891340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7216369/posts/default/114475775531891340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselegance.blogspot.com/2006/04/watched-inside-man-over-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>miss elegance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08513582147299722697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
