<?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-3823455773700220965</id><updated>2011-12-29T01:08:15.639+08:00</updated><category term='classics'/><category term='movie'/><category term='photo'/><category term='places'/><category term='foodie'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='models'/><category term='music'/><category term='love'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='style'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>just call me olive</title><subtitle type='html'>a girl named OLIVE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-3976411846320376986</id><published>2010-09-02T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:38:55.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>We stuffed ourselves, and we're happy</title><content type='html'>These sinfully delicious food was one of our dinner at Chili's last month when my sisters came to visit me. Great companions plus great food equals great dinner and happy me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I promised someone to upload some HD food photos. So here they are. Enjoy, buddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v-OTdmdTa82A2tc3WvGUJg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TH9snDeqrGI/AAAAAAAABR0/Q1g6PQsV_a0/s800/20100715_393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their nachos is just simply the best. You see the jalapeno on top of each nachos? Yeah, that's DA BOMB! literally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J13be8XgQtAC0CSUiYS9mw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TH9sn-5OhxI/AAAAAAAABR4/GhmVTwR69oM/s800/20100715_397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo Wings with sides of celery stalks and blue cheese dip. I HATE celery, but eaten this way, I like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Sjm4YLxE3OKoxqpjrtTC-g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TH9soRRl2vI/AAAAAAAABR8/f0qlG8tMgMU/s800/20100715_398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Mini Burgers with Fries and Onion Rings. The burgers are okay, but I do love the onion rings. They're not too crispy, just the way I like it. And the batter has so much flavour in it. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Zoi6oAA7Le-qxBwTUuwVFQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TH9spAn_SdI/AAAAAAAABSA/KE_YYTKjDGY/s800/20100715_399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two half slabs of Ribs. One is Original BBQ. Another one is (I can't remember the name) but it has mustard and honey in it. Perfect combination. The best part is actually the mashed potatoes. It's very creamy and buttery and heavenly. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough talking about food. I kinda make myself hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lovelies, you have a fun weekend, okay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-3976411846320376986?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3976411846320376986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-stuffed-ourselves-and-were-happy.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3976411846320376986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3976411846320376986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-stuffed-ourselves-and-were-happy.html' title='We stuffed ourselves, and we&apos;re happy'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TH9snDeqrGI/AAAAAAAABR0/Q1g6PQsV_a0/s72-c/20100715_393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1158101884835128826</id><published>2010-08-30T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:36:23.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Taking a step forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jWrchrtUcas7G1oygm1HZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THtnzPUkA0I/AAAAAAAABRY/nbsccou56hc/s800/20100714_198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, taking a step forward is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;You might prefer to stay where you are.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's where you feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;You might prefer to step backward.&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't want to lose what you have left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, taking a step forward is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;You might not know what's ahead of you.&lt;br /&gt;It might not be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;You might miss the things behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, you're going forward.&lt;br /&gt;You're reaching your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, take that one step forward.&lt;br /&gt;One at a time, and you'll eventually find yourself running into your dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start your Monday with a step forward, guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1158101884835128826?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1158101884835128826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-step-forward.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1158101884835128826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1158101884835128826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/taking-step-forward.html' title='Taking a step forward'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THtnzPUkA0I/AAAAAAAABRY/nbsccou56hc/s72-c/20100714_198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-9198607282982156076</id><published>2010-08-27T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:20:09.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Nothing beats..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O-JOLZVmTHY5GwzCcfP_cQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THePaL32KwI/AAAAAAAABRE/XDqGnLV6ZPA/s800/20100714_13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a cup of coffee and a good book, with a little sunshine, on a lazy weekend morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-9198607282982156076?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/9198607282982156076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-beats.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9198607282982156076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9198607282982156076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-beats.html' title='Nothing beats..'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THePaL32KwI/AAAAAAAABRE/XDqGnLV6ZPA/s72-c/20100714_13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4966539994823211277</id><published>2010-08-26T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:52:25.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's always somehow heartwarming to have things that remind us of our childhood memories. Something from the past that is so precious that we keep until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zh0WwK9qtkv9IP6UJmosMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THXbTjiSpXI/AAAAAAAABQk/lNmWKjpBHPg/s800/DSC01000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This blanket is sewn by Han's late grandma for him. He said his grandma really loved him. When he was sent by his parents to Singapore to study, his grandma cried and asked her son, Han's dad, to bring Han back. Some weekends, she would take bus alone from Malaysia to Singapore just to visit her favourite grandson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Han said that the only time he had ever cried, as an adult, was when his grandma passed away. He still keeps the blanket, and uses it everytime he's back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't get the chance to know his grandma, but somehow I can feel the warmth of her love when I touch this blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4966539994823211277?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4966539994823211277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminiscence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4966539994823211277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4966539994823211277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THXbTjiSpXI/AAAAAAAABQk/lNmWKjpBHPg/s72-c/DSC01000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8623978576733380439</id><published>2010-08-25T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:45:22.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>a Little India</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to figure out how to make my (Blogger) images bigger. And I finally did it! Yay! I realize that I'm not a computer idiot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped these along Little India, on our way to have some Chinese hotpot. Sounds weird. But Singapore's Little India is very near to Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q-2bsEVN4vJG83k_EZNEUQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THSahF-v1UI/AAAAAAAABQI/X-lK827qAYs/s800/20100714_29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IM_k0qkALOPrhRWygm-VSQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THSah2Yw82I/AAAAAAAABQM/zFe9tOZJXdA/s800/20100714_30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lsaJe6iumqcMDi8UuFBIeg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THSaicESMZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/xKj_5DY6Cjw/s800/20100714_31.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, perhaps I'll post big-ass photos of food to droll over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update : The Big Day is less than 3 months away!! I'm so excited. I really need to work harder to lose weight though (says a girl who gulped McDonald's Hot Fudge Sundae last night). Oh, me and some friends will be joining a Bollywood dance class next week. Haha. I have no idea how we're going to get through, but I think it will be fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8623978576733380439?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8623978576733380439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-india.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8623978576733380439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8623978576733380439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-india.html' title='a Little India'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/THSahF-v1UI/AAAAAAAABQI/X-lK827qAYs/s72-c/20100714_29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8713271915084373690</id><published>2010-08-18T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:41:44.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Will we really be okay...</title><content type='html'>When we say that we're gonna be okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love&lt;br /&gt;We hurt&lt;br /&gt;We fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we say that we're going to be fine,&lt;br /&gt;do we believe truly in it?&lt;br /&gt;or are we making believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that I want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want us to be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please..&lt;br /&gt;Just make us okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtUzAlg9LI/AAAAAAAABNc/6Ygxz1X9wzw/s1600/tumblr_kwh3m9kzDQ1qanrc0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506588204697973938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtUzAlg9LI/AAAAAAAABNc/6Ygxz1X9wzw/s400/tumblr_kwh3m9kzDQ1qanrc0o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm back after more than two months. I miss you guys. But things are just rough, lately. Send me your love, please. I need lots of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8713271915084373690?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8713271915084373690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-we-really-be-okay.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8713271915084373690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8713271915084373690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-we-really-be-okay.html' title='Will we really be okay...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtUzAlg9LI/AAAAAAAABNc/6Ygxz1X9wzw/s72-c/tumblr_kwh3m9kzDQ1qanrc0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-3044280945225799607</id><published>2010-06-04T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:35:55.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>You are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAjIULoy43I/AAAAAAAABNU/10R1XgnzrGE/s1600/tumblr_kut56adKRi1qzr5ipo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478849195743044466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAjIULoy43I/AAAAAAAABNU/10R1XgnzrGE/s400/tumblr_kut56adKRi1qzr5ipo1_500.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind yourself to do this every day. You are beautiful. Yeah, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an amazing weekend, my dears :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-3044280945225799607?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3044280945225799607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-are-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3044280945225799607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3044280945225799607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-are-beautiful.html' title='You are beautiful'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAjIULoy43I/AAAAAAAABNU/10R1XgnzrGE/s72-c/tumblr_kut56adKRi1qzr5ipo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-3449978909949611648</id><published>2010-05-31T16:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:43:47.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Summer oh Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I guess it's finally the peak of summer here in Singapore. The weather has been crazily hot and humid. I can't force myself going out of the door wearing jeans or pants anymore. I have locked my cardigans and blazers inside the closet. There. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now it's time for the summer dresses. Light material and soft colours, paired with minimal accessories and simple sandals. Aren't they just perfect for this kind of weather? Oh, and wearing up the hair into ponytail or bun, and I'm ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found these dresses from J.Crew are perfect for sporting clean and simple summer look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4llw8LtI/AAAAAAAABNM/1aq3xrmZC20/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477354159000530642" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4llw8LtI/AAAAAAAABNM/1aq3xrmZC20/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4lYJam1I/AAAAAAAABNE/GFkE_-BUDNA/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477354155345091410" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4lYJam1I/AAAAAAAABNE/GFkE_-BUDNA/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4k-_jXLI/AAAAAAAABM8/c-Nf9VwRQQI/s1600/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477354148592835762" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4k-_jXLI/AAAAAAAABM8/c-Nf9VwRQQI/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4kpItJ2I/AAAAAAAABM0/G6vLCK5hixk/s1600/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477354142725646178" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4kpItJ2I/AAAAAAAABM0/G6vLCK5hixk/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4NJhRRoI/AAAAAAAABMs/jTj2CvNOIGs/s1600/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477353739101750914" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4NJhRRoI/AAAAAAAABMs/jTj2CvNOIGs/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4Ms-ufwI/AAAAAAAABMk/it5kePGTdyE/s1600/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477353731440672514" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4Ms-ufwI/AAAAAAAABMk/it5kePGTdyE/s400/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4MUMtE7I/AAAAAAAABMc/SDKwKIWR-xs/s1600/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477353724788413362" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4MUMtE7I/AAAAAAAABMc/SDKwKIWR-xs/s400/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4L-DDAgI/AAAAAAAABMU/Oa1nmU0uuPg/s1600/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477353718842327554" style="WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4L-DDAgI/AAAAAAAABMU/Oa1nmU0uuPg/s400/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want them all!! Pretty, aren't they? What's your summer look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, oh, I'm so glad to be back to the blogging world. Finally work is not taking much of my time, and I have time to do my own stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some of you sweeties who asked about my wedding preparations, it's going well so far, thanks :) I'm going to do fitting for my dresses next week, and I'm super excited :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The groom hasn't found his suits though. But, he doesn't seem worried at all. Gah, if I were him, I think I will be worried sick. I mean the groom not only needs suits, right? He also needs the shirt, the tie, the shoes, and whatever that comes with it. And this groom of mine doesn't seem to care much about it. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the wedding is 5 months ahead! I really can't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited and nervous at the same time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-3449978909949611648?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3449978909949611648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-oh-summer.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3449978909949611648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3449978909949611648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-oh-summer.html' title='Summer oh Summer'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TAN4llw8LtI/AAAAAAAABNM/1aq3xrmZC20/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-2707979643117356166</id><published>2010-05-11T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:42:33.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>I think she's beautiful</title><content type='html'>"À une Passante Paris Shanghai" from Elle China, May 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S-i71DeqksI/AAAAAAAABMM/3_jd7fPQ7ds/s1600/benoit-peverelli-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469828267582853826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S-i71DeqksI/AAAAAAAABMM/3_jd7fPQ7ds/s400/benoit-peverelli-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S-i705LavxI/AAAAAAAABME/FEZZrBYAdxM/s1600/benoit-peverelli-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469828264817770258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S-i705LavxI/AAAAAAAABME/FEZZrBYAdxM/s400/benoit-peverelli-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S-i70TDkUoI/AAAAAAAABL8/FrMoJl-A0Ww/s1600/benoit-peverelli-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469828254584296066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S-i70TDkUoI/AAAAAAAABL8/FrMoJl-A0Ww/s400/benoit-peverelli-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liu Wen looks so gorgeous and elegant in this editorial. She has always been one of my favourite models. Not just because her name is similar to my Chinese name (Yes, I do have a Chinese name, given by my Grandma, but it's so rarely used. It's Li Wen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Okay, forget what I just said about the name thing. I know it's silly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think this editorial, styled by Stephanie Zhuge, captures the best side of her. So lady-like, yet so chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so into this kind of style lately. Anything with mini, girly skirts, paired with camisoles, tees or cute shirts and blazer. Dressy dresses and blazer. They just never go wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-2707979643117356166?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2707979643117356166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-shes-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2707979643117356166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2707979643117356166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-shes-beautiful.html' title='I think she&apos;s beautiful'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S-i71DeqksI/AAAAAAAABMM/3_jd7fPQ7ds/s72-c/benoit-peverelli-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6207417117100491021</id><published>2010-05-03T13:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:04:31.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>I hate to say this, but I do live for weekends..</title><content type='html'>How's weekend, dears? I'm having quite a nice weekend. But weekends are always nice, aren't they? And surely they're never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to try to do as much things as I could during weekends, but lately I'm happy and satisfied with spending the precious weekends by relaxing at home, catching some movies, reading, having cups of warm coffee, cooking, and spending quality time with beloved ones. And I do think that's a great idea for weekend. Don't you agree with me, dears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some shopping and eat out always brighten up our days. But yeah, sometimes doing nothing at home is really something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I stayed at home almost the whole day. I made my first tiramisu. Yummy!! But I couldn't find Kahlua anywhere nearby, and too lazy to go to town, so yeah, tiramisu without Kahlua, but hey, it still tasted great. I'm thinking to buy an oven, just because I want to try to make my own cupcakes. I don't know what's wrong with me lately, I become fond of cooking. My mom will faint, if she knows. I never went near kitchen until I was like 22 years old. I was just not the cooking type. But nowadays, I often find myself planning on trying to cook this and that. Gosh, I think I'm getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be showing you some food pictures that I didn't get to post last week. These were my brunch and dinner two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bcfhQsQI/AAAAAAAABLc/emw-7CRzVFg/s1600/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466907542729830658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bcfhQsQI/AAAAAAAABLc/emw-7CRzVFg/s400/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to try Marmalade Pantry. So finally one Saturday morning, we went there to try their brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bb54WplI/AAAAAAAABLU/m6clza0DZas/s1600/DSC01780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466907532626142802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bb54WplI/AAAAAAAABLU/m6clza0DZas/s400/DSC01780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han's brunch was this Steak Sandwich. It was lovely. The steak was tender, juicy, and definitely tasty. The bread was warm, slightly crispy. The chips are the healthy kind of chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bbcxqWJI/AAAAAAAABLM/1P-HiFi4CRo/s1600/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466907524813445266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bbcxqWJI/AAAAAAAABLM/1P-HiFi4CRo/s400/DSC01781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pretty Lemon Ricotta Hotcakes. The name alone sounds lovely, right? The three rather small but yummy hotcakes are fluffy and creamy. The syrup, lemon, and the peach really work the wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bHrufvGI/AAAAAAAABLE/zjvfS2L_dXc/s1600/DSC01782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466907185229315170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bHrufvGI/AAAAAAAABLE/zjvfS2L_dXc/s400/DSC01782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is Eggs Benedict. Who can resist this heavenly egg dish. Warm and crispy English muffin, topped with Bacon and Poached Egg, plus the Hollandaise Sauce. I like Rocket salads, but Han hates it. He said it's like eating grass. Gah, meat-eater..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bHPzHchI/AAAAAAAABK8/fl5YfqSJTrQ/s1600/DSC01786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466907177732502034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bHPzHchI/AAAAAAAABK8/fl5YfqSJTrQ/s400/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's loving the over all meal, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bGgWf1ZI/AAAAAAAABK0/_rsdXjjfdkI/s1600/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466907164995999122" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bGgWf1ZI/AAAAAAAABK0/_rsdXjjfdkI/s400/DSC01788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I.. Gosh I look damn chubby. I'm working hard on loosing those extra cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95amdCNkWI/AAAAAAAABKs/iIkOVwolqow/s1600/DSC01791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466906614349795682" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95amdCNkWI/AAAAAAAABKs/iIkOVwolqow/s400/DSC01791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latte. No breakkie nor brunch without a cuppa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95al1o4J5I/AAAAAAAABKk/mIgMq6IOI4E/s1600/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466906603774551954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95al1o4J5I/AAAAAAAABKk/mIgMq6IOI4E/s400/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always got overly excited everytime I see sugar cubes and the tongs. I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard Marmalade Pantry have delicious cupcakes, but I didn't get to try them. Will definitely come back for their cupcakes next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Western style brunch, we decided to have Japanese style dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95ala3NqEI/AAAAAAAABKc/fb8d5sHhh6k/s1600/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466906596586924098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95ala3NqEI/AAAAAAAABKc/fb8d5sHhh6k/s400/DSC01804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nirai Kanai Okinawan Restaurant. The interior and atmosphere was so Japanese. That guy, the Soba man, is Japanese. The waitresses are Japanese too, which made Han really excited (grr..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95aUmuQh6I/AAAAAAAABKU/ogn650YDQeg/s1600/DSC01811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466906307712812962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95aUmuQh6I/AAAAAAAABKU/ogn650YDQeg/s400/DSC01811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocha, or Japanese Green Tea. I love their mini tea pot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95aUDS1UdI/AAAAAAAABKM/x5xgu9a9_yc/s1600/DSC01814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466906298202542546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95aUDS1UdI/AAAAAAAABKM/x5xgu9a9_yc/s400/DSC01814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My meal, Japanese Hamburger Steak. It's Beef Burger meat (Asian style) topped with shaved radish/daikon and chopped green onion, some wedges, and stir-fry beansprouts. The set meal came with a bowl of Japanese rice (super tasty), seaweed soup, and Agedashi tofu. It feels really homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95aT4Vw_zI/AAAAAAAABKE/VjFOk6Eo-Ds/s1600/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466906295262052146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95aT4Vw_zI/AAAAAAAABKE/VjFOk6Eo-Ds/s400/DSC01816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy. I would certainly come back for more. I will not post Han's meal. Nothing special. I'm better at choosing meal :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I'm hungry now. Do I make you hungry? I hope I do ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice Monday, guys!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6207417117100491021?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6207417117100491021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-to-say-this-but-i-do-live-for.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6207417117100491021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6207417117100491021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-to-say-this-but-i-do-live-for.html' title='I hate to say this, but I do live for weekends..'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S95bcfhQsQI/AAAAAAAABLc/emw-7CRzVFg/s72-c/DSC01789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8548450159413793191</id><published>2010-04-30T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:24:26.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>I'm Recovering</title><content type='html'>Last week had been quite a tough week. I was down with flu, at first. And then, when I thought I was recovering, I had stressful days at work. As a result, I got hives soon afterwards. Hives is a kind of rash which is caused by allergy or stress. It's common and not infectious, but very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, in my case, it might be caused by the low immune system since I just recovered from flu. Luckily, the hives went away after four days. So it was not serious. And I'm actually quite grateful that I was able to rest for the whole four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all of you guys who have been very supportive, especially by dropping me some lovely encouraging comments on my last post. They mean so much for me, really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, I've been struggling with food and health nowadays. Although I wouldn't say that I'm overweight or fat, but I certainly have gained a lot of weight these past few months. I haven't paid attention to what I'm eating lately. I eat a lot of fast food. I drink sodas. I don't do much exercise. And well, it frustrates me. I've decided to do more exercise now and control what I'm eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really cook, but I tried cooking my own dinner these past few days. And it turned out quite nice. Although the looks are not really convincing, but they tasted good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNf2Hn_ZI/AAAAAAAABJ8/kcW4b3I1DV8/s1600/IMG_7823+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766307266297234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNf2Hn_ZI/AAAAAAAABJ8/kcW4b3I1DV8/s400/IMG_7823+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir-fried Chinese cabbage and egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNfsHZ8ZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/R__k6PMSB3c/s1600/IMG_7826+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766304581022098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNfsHZ8ZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/R__k6PMSB3c/s400/IMG_7826+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir fried lean pork and leeks in oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNfHkB0jI/AAAAAAAABJs/E4HNE94zbBc/s1600/IMG_7831+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNehYcY7I/AAAAAAAABJk/eVO09kG8uEA/s1600/IMG_7828+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766284519826354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNehYcY7I/AAAAAAAABJk/eVO09kG8uEA/s400/IMG_7828+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner a few days ago. A warm bowl of rice always makes me happy. I'm a rice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pM-IMlEAI/AAAAAAAABI8/6toUkKZrbIc/s1600/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765728003362818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pM-IMlEAI/AAAAAAAABI8/6toUkKZrbIc/s400/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A warm bowl of chicken and egg porridge. I'm a porridge person too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pM-03fmuI/AAAAAAAABJE/LV5DMUcA0-g/s1600/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765739994520290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pM-03fmuI/AAAAAAAABJE/LV5DMUcA0-g/s400/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked some soya sauce fish with ginger and garlic. It goes really well with the porridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda proud of myself and my cooking, although it looks very amateur. But, it's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNO36lIzI/AAAAAAAABJc/d6lQgADtQUI/s1600/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465766015690679090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNO36lIzI/AAAAAAAABJc/d6lQgADtQUI/s400/DSC01064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it might not be that healthy, but well I deserve a treat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pM_QCRa0I/AAAAAAAABJM/VGCowhK1E2w/s1600/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465765747287485250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pM_QCRa0I/AAAAAAAABJM/VGCowhK1E2w/s400/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks' blueberry muffin and latte for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking to post my daily meal here, so that I can keep track of them. And you guys can remind me if I'd been eating too much junks. Good idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's Friday guys. Have a fabulous weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8548450159413793191?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8548450159413793191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-recovering.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8548450159413793191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8548450159413793191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-recovering.html' title='I&apos;m Recovering'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S9pNf2Hn_ZI/AAAAAAAABJ8/kcW4b3I1DV8/s72-c/IMG_7823+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6214866570737160571</id><published>2010-04-15T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:21:08.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Things that keep me alive</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling extremely exhausted lately. It's not physical matter. I'm exhausted mentally. Things are going well, as a matter of fact. It's not that my life is messed up. But, they're just so, ermm, normal. My days have become routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 7.15 in the morning and only have time to take shower and get dressed. Han and I then spend the next one long hour on the train to office. It's never a good thing to start a day, one-hour-ride-on-a-stuffed-train. We barely talk nowadays while we're on the train. Perhaps, nothing to talk about, or perhaps we're just too lazy to talk when the listeners are 5 other strangers standing too close around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching office at around 9, I go to make myself a cup of coffee, then have my breakfast. After that, I basically just do stuff to get over the next 9 hours. I guess that's what happened when you work on something that don't "excite" you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6 o'clock, I leave office. Another one-hour-train-ride to go before I have my dinner. After dinner, I go back home, take shower, basically do nothing significant (i.e. watch TV) for around 3 hours, then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never been a cry-baby, nor a complaining brat. But lately, I think I'm turning into both. I'm so exhausted of this routine that sometimes all I want to do is just to cry and complain. I feel that my life has missed out a lot of things. Things that I used to enjoy, for free. Where have all those things gone to? Does working life really take away almost all the fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5_-fM2qI/AAAAAAAABIE/zvq7Pl9z-ss/s1600/pink+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460256106990066338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5_-fM2qI/AAAAAAAABIE/zvq7Pl9z-ss/s400/pink+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting lazily by the window at 5 p.m. looking at the pinkish late afternoon sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5_krgSvI/AAAAAAAABH8/BMehpG4GNGk/s1600/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460256100062350066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5_krgSvI/AAAAAAAABH8/BMehpG4GNGk/s400/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss travelling to new places, exploring cultures, foods, nature. Or maybe, I just miss getting away from routine and just doing something spontaenous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5_SA_nYI/AAAAAAAABH0/7S0Pf_Un6Iw/s1600/nirrimi_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460256095052209538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5_SA_nYI/AAAAAAAABH0/7S0Pf_Un6Iw/s400/nirrimi_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking barefooted along the beach, or just lying there under the afternoon sun and reading my favourite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5-5avxmI/AAAAAAAABHs/zSw9Gh3mAKc/s1600/kalie+garrett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460256088449336930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5-5avxmI/AAAAAAAABHs/zSw9Gh3mAKc/s400/kalie+garrett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just lying on my warm bed, with the sun shining through the window, feeling nothing but peace and happiness, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a53c9HFFI/AAAAAAAABHk/Gw84xeL1LA4/s1600/ideal_bed.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460255960549758034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a53c9HFFI/AAAAAAAABHk/Gw84xeL1LA4/s400/ideal_bed.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss waking up late and just laze inside my big fat blanket. Not really sleeping, just closing my eyes, hearing to my own peaceful breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a53C_r2LI/AAAAAAAABHc/fnRI87br9tA/s1600/greena_table_flickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460255953581234354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a53C_r2LI/AAAAAAAABHc/fnRI87br9tA/s400/greena_table_flickr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss, I really do, hanging around with my two little sisters. We can do nothing, just sit and joke around. I miss feeling the kind of love that I could never find from anybody else. And lacking of that, just sucks the happiness out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a52mu1r6I/AAAAAAAABHU/qA7JlvyQQ4c/s1600/genetic_denim_lookbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460255945994383266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a52mu1r6I/AAAAAAAABHU/qA7JlvyQQ4c/s400/genetic_denim_lookbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sneaking around just for one sweet kiss. The kiss that simply sends those butterflies inside the stomach. The kiss that sweeps me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a52HWiuuI/AAAAAAAABHM/IwsGy5AjKxw/s1600/ellen_young_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460255937570978530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a52HWiuuI/AAAAAAAABHM/IwsGy5AjKxw/s400/ellen_young_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting on one of those old school swing, just to feel the air and time pass before me. I miss the feeling of flying and not touching the ground. Feeling that for a while I'm actually far from the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I just miss home. Maybe. Or maybe I just need some holiday. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my random rambling, guys. I just feel that I need to let this one out. Pray for me and please send me some loves, okay dearies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6214866570737160571?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6214866570737160571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-that-keeps-me-alive.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6214866570737160571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6214866570737160571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-that-keeps-me-alive.html' title='Things that keep me alive'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S8a5_-fM2qI/AAAAAAAABIE/zvq7Pl9z-ss/s72-c/pink+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5297576422094634870</id><published>2010-04-08T10:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:48:55.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Memory of Colours and So Much More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some things never get old, just like this beautiful floral editorial, which was published on Feb 2005 &lt;em&gt;Vogue UK. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 years old, but 'till today I can't seem to get my eyes off of it's mix of sweet girly colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do miss those days when I was in love with &lt;strong&gt;cardigans&lt;/strong&gt;. I practically live my days wearing tubes or tank tops with cardigans. And mind you, my cardigans were not just normal cardigans. They were magical, at least for the 18-year-old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;babyblue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with daisy-formed silver sequins, knitted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with wooden buttons, warmest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dots, wool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lilac &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with flowers embroidery, soft &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;beige &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with lace, and some other beautiful pieces. Oh, how I wish I could have them back now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This editorial really brings back the memory. I was once a girly girl. Well, I think today I still have that part of me hidden deep within. I'm still smiling looking at those beautiful flower headpieces (aren't they the sweetest things ever?), the beige cardigan with gold buttons, the beaded grey cardigan. How lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Dte8cGpI/AAAAAAAABHE/N63NJZOQUD0/s1600/lilybeauty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592772122647186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Dte8cGpI/AAAAAAAABHE/N63NJZOQUD0/s400/lilybeauty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DtLsYCcI/AAAAAAAABG8/MJeQe-1oGvs/s1600/lilybeauty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592766954998210" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DtLsYCcI/AAAAAAAABG8/MJeQe-1oGvs/s400/lilybeauty2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DsfmVWQI/AAAAAAAABG0/foTN5UnR3u0/s1600/lilybeauty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592755118496002" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DsfmVWQI/AAAAAAAABG0/foTN5UnR3u0/s400/lilybeauty3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Dr5icfCI/AAAAAAAABGs/zb21njJ6No8/s1600/lilybeauty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592744901639202" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Dr5icfCI/AAAAAAAABGs/zb21njJ6No8/s400/lilybeauty4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DjNxAEiI/AAAAAAAABGk/FCeGsKs7Ix0/s1600/lilybeauty5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592595712578082" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DjNxAEiI/AAAAAAAABGk/FCeGsKs7Ix0/s400/lilybeauty5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Di_xe9zI/AAAAAAAABGc/HgmCiBdPHlg/s1600/lilybeauty6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592591956506418" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Di_xe9zI/AAAAAAAABGc/HgmCiBdPHlg/s400/lilybeauty6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DiFEn90I/AAAAAAAABGU/3ivmICdRIDU/s1600/lilybeauty7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592576199096130" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71DiFEn90I/AAAAAAAABGU/3ivmICdRIDU/s400/lilybeauty7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Dhgm0dnI/AAAAAAAABGM/nD24aWEueNk/s1600/lilybeauty8vogue+UK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457592566410409586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Dhgm0dnI/AAAAAAAABGM/nD24aWEueNk/s400/lilybeauty8vogue+UK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lily Donaldson for Vogue UK, Feb 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that nude and black are the "IT" colour lately. But seriously, a little touch of bright colours never fail to brighten up the day, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5297576422094634870?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5297576422094634870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/memory-of-colours-and-so-much-more.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5297576422094634870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5297576422094634870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/memory-of-colours-and-so-much-more.html' title='Memory of Colours and So Much More'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S71Dte8cGpI/AAAAAAAABHE/N63NJZOQUD0/s72-c/lilybeauty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4480431855999144088</id><published>2010-04-06T10:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:06:12.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Chic at Every Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This gorgeous editorial could be a compilation of my favourite day-to-day looks. Just like the catchy title, &lt;em&gt;Chic at every price&lt;/em&gt;, I'm not a particularly branded kind of person, I like browsing through cheap indie boutiques, or sometimes some clearance sale section. You will never know what kind of treasures you can find there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anything with clean-cut &lt;strong&gt;blazers&lt;/strong&gt;, fun and chic &lt;strong&gt;skirts&lt;/strong&gt;, perfect-fit &lt;strong&gt;shirts&lt;/strong&gt;, a little bit of &lt;strong&gt;stripes &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;floral &lt;/strong&gt;here and there, loose &lt;strong&gt;jeans&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;pants&lt;/strong&gt;, cute &lt;strong&gt;flats&lt;/strong&gt; or stylish &lt;strong&gt;wedges,&lt;/strong&gt; voluminous free-style &lt;strong&gt;hair&lt;/strong&gt;. I totally can live with those only. Simply chic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you describe your daily look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlsiXYURI/AAAAAAAABGE/9YHdKbDIqlQ/s1600/toni-bazaar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856083070472466" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlsiXYURI/AAAAAAAABGE/9YHdKbDIqlQ/s400/toni-bazaar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlr2OwxgI/AAAAAAAABF8/hV7RXNF7paA/s1600/toni-bazaar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856071223166466" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlr2OwxgI/AAAAAAAABF8/hV7RXNF7paA/s400/toni-bazaar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlrqTmOfI/AAAAAAAABF0/DMIVNowFE40/s1600/toni-bazaar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856068022221298" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlrqTmOfI/AAAAAAAABF0/DMIVNowFE40/s400/toni-bazaar3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qliqABPTI/AAAAAAAABFs/zW7oq-u7KQU/s1600/toni-bazaar4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855913321282866" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qliqABPTI/AAAAAAAABFs/zW7oq-u7KQU/s400/toni-bazaar4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qliB601tI/AAAAAAAABFk/DBYxj1ByOD8/s1600/toni-bazaar5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855902562080466" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qliB601tI/AAAAAAAABFk/DBYxj1ByOD8/s400/toni-bazaar5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlh3d7d9I/AAAAAAAABFc/m6YTBgdxzMg/s1600/toni-bazaar6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855899756525522" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlh3d7d9I/AAAAAAAABFc/m6YTBgdxzMg/s400/toni-bazaar6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlhTxSIrI/AAAAAAAABFU/ErA5Y7ljpiI/s1600/toni-bazaar7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855890174026418" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlhTxSIrI/AAAAAAAABFU/ErA5Y7ljpiI/s400/toni-bazaar7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlhCw0nQI/AAAAAAAABFM/73ThZqgj-no/s1600/toni-bazaar8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855885608688898" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlhCw0nQI/AAAAAAAABFM/73ThZqgj-no/s400/toni-bazaar8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tony Garrn, styled by Aleksandra Woroniecka and lensed by Terry Tsiolis for April's Harper's Bazaar US. Via &lt;a href="http://www.fashiongonerogue/"&gt;fashiongonerogue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4480431855999144088?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4480431855999144088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-gorgeous-editorial-could-be.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4480431855999144088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4480431855999144088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-gorgeous-editorial-could-be.html' title='Chic at Every Price'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7qlsiXYURI/AAAAAAAABGE/9YHdKbDIqlQ/s72-c/toni-bazaar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1340960021797465458</id><published>2010-04-01T15:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:19:26.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>You're the one I know I'll never let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7RHtVpOR3I/AAAAAAAABEM/XPWJK8yiqvk/s1600/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455063892882245490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7RHtVpOR3I/AAAAAAAABEM/XPWJK8yiqvk/s400/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TRUE LOVE &lt;/span&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when your &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; and your &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; are saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3823455773700220965-1340960021797465458?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1340960021797465458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-one-i-know-ill-never-let-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1340960021797465458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1340960021797465458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-one-i-know-ill-never-let-go.html' title='You&apos;re the one I know I&apos;ll never let go'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7RHtVpOR3I/AAAAAAAABEM/XPWJK8yiqvk/s72-c/DSC00996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8182130093327705645</id><published>2010-04-01T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:51:24.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Oh My Dree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7L56g2BEHI/AAAAAAAABD4/ADFbfpeqYhw/s1600/dree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454696882343317618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7L56g2BEHI/AAAAAAAABD4/ADFbfpeqYhw/s400/dree2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a girl crush..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8182130093327705645?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8182130093327705645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-dree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8182130093327705645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8182130093327705645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-dree.html' title='Oh My Dree'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7L56g2BEHI/AAAAAAAABD4/ADFbfpeqYhw/s72-c/dree2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4673665601537627387</id><published>2010-03-31T10:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:28:48.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I woke up to a dark sky</title><content type='html'>I've never been a morning person. I wake up every morning with the sun shines through my window. But a few days ago, for some reason, I woke up when it was still dark outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realize that the dawning new day could be as friendly as the bright shining sun. They  can be even more interesting. I saw indigo, aqua, orange, coral, forming a line of colors in one single sky. I saw, and I should say what I saw is &lt;strong&gt;beauty&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K6zTORDyI/AAAAAAAABDg/BvsB_e_No9w/s1600/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627489195298594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K6zTORDyI/AAAAAAAABDg/BvsB_e_No9w/s400/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K6y5RU1YI/AAAAAAAABDY/81sGwCJTXks/s1600/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627482228807042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K6y5RU1YI/AAAAAAAABDY/81sGwCJTXks/s400/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K6yuzfjJI/AAAAAAAABDQ/GaIIHGnNtQA/s1600/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454627479419325586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K6yuzfjJI/AAAAAAAABDQ/GaIIHGnNtQA/s400/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning, Sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K5I1aP71I/AAAAAAAABCI/r07UlqS78_Q/s1600/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454625660126359378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K5I1aP71I/AAAAAAAABCI/r07UlqS78_Q/s400/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K5KPfGPbI/AAAAAAAABCg/_VHG89Xhc90/s1600/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454625684305886642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K5KPfGPbI/AAAAAAAABCg/_VHG89Xhc90/s400/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K599ZtwLI/AAAAAAAABC4/0vjj0FG7jiE/s1600/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454626572804669618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K599ZtwLI/AAAAAAAABC4/0vjj0FG7jiE/s400/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K5Jkyye4I/AAAAAAAABCY/Q602ncamGg8/s1600/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454625672845753218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K5Jkyye4I/AAAAAAAABCY/Q602ncamGg8/s400/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K41XFtgtI/AAAAAAAABB4/HxGLcQaBVpE/s1600/DSC01030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454625325569639122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K41XFtgtI/AAAAAAAABB4/HxGLcQaBVpE/s400/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice start for a day, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K3107H6fI/AAAAAAAABAw/QLHlkgQHFFg/s1600/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4673665601537627387?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4673665601537627387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-woke-up-to-dark-sky.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4673665601537627387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4673665601537627387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-woke-up-to-dark-sky.html' title='I woke up to a dark sky'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S7K6zTORDyI/AAAAAAAABDg/BvsB_e_No9w/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1974442005099184930</id><published>2010-03-25T15:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:08:31.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I'm living in a song sung by you</title><content type='html'>I wish I could tell you with words, but no I can't. So, here's the best way for me to tell you how much work has kept me away from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sgNbxQ5LI/AAAAAAAABAo/BsY0OISJWkQ/s1600/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452487189026890930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sgNbxQ5LI/AAAAAAAABAo/BsY0OISJWkQ/s400/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to live without Post-it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sgMzeVkyI/AAAAAAAABAg/NmPQUaXTXkw/s1600/DSC00991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452487178210087714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sgMzeVkyI/AAAAAAAABAg/NmPQUaXTXkw/s400/DSC00991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sgMTGxBjI/AAAAAAAABAY/R_jMlE-aw5Q/s1600/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452487169521288754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sgMTGxBjI/AAAAAAAABAY/R_jMlE-aw5Q/s400/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt sick in the stomach just by the sight of papers, I mean, stack of papers? I do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sfl-KoONI/AAAAAAAABAI/8oMtZui4_fU/s1600/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452486511065315538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sfl-KoONI/AAAAAAAABAI/8oMtZui4_fU/s400/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My loyal bestfriends who are always there with me through (over)times. I forgot how many '69kcal' I have munched so far. By the way, they're green tea Kit Kats. Han bought them in Japan. I don't know whether they have these outside Japan or not. Do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sflXoSvTI/AAAAAAAABAA/a32EcE8IZ20/s1600/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452486500720753970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sflXoSvTI/AAAAAAAABAA/a32EcE8IZ20/s400/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bottle of water. Actually lots of bottles of water. I sit almost all day during work, so water is very important. At least that's what I heard. When you sit most of the times, you have to drink a lot of water. Otherwise, it will harm your kidneys. Is that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been abandoning my wedding preparations. Will need to get back to it asap. For all of guys who have been asking about it, thanks for caring and asking :) It's going quite well so far, but yeah, there're always small details that need attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I'm browsing for songs. March-in song, photo slide song, Han's song. Basically I'm listing songs. Han is going to sing in the wedding :) He's an amazing singer. I did fall in love with him because of his remarkable voice, although that's not the only reason. So, yeah, now I'm helping him to find the song. Any suggestion guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll list some of them here, so that you can comment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I finally found someone - Bryan Adams and Barbra Streisand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* L.O.V.E - Olivia Ong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You and I - Michael Buble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Everytime I close my eyes - Babyface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Wonderful tonight - Khalil Fong (originally by Eric Clapton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Unforgettable - Nat King Cole (My all-time fave!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* With You - Josh Groban (I love this, but Han hate it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz (This kinda reflect our relationship, but my sis said, "Why you call yourself a mess?" Well, she got a point there. But I still love the song.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* You belong to me - Lifehouse (OST Shrek)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, will really appreciate your comment and suggestions :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1974442005099184930?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1974442005099184930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-living-in-song-sung-by-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1974442005099184930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1974442005099184930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-living-in-song-sung-by-you.html' title='I&apos;m living in a song sung by you'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S6sgNbxQ5LI/AAAAAAAABAo/BsY0OISJWkQ/s72-c/DSC00990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-3779267274919373821</id><published>2010-03-02T13:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:13:33.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>May I wish for lesser hours in a day only for this week?</title><content type='html'>Han is on a business trip to Japan, again. I know it's only for a week, but still I feel kind of lonely without him, even for a day. I hate this feeling. And that explains my weird post title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending my evening watching Korean drama with Han's sisters. I should say that it is highly addictive. The exaggerating, over-dramatic story is simply a guilty pleasure. If you're interested, you can watch "Brilliant Legacy". At first I thought the title is just ridiculous, well, I still think it is, but it's really good. Recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realised that I have some outfit pics that I haven't posted. It was a month ago, I think, when I was in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S4ynTdCSY2I/AAAAAAAAA_4/cy2fyatjKfQ/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443910002237662050" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S4ynTdCSY2I/AAAAAAAAA_4/cy2fyatjKfQ/s400/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S4ynS4ryfRI/AAAAAAAAA_w/dOIOcgtDOoA/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443909992479620370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S4ynS4ryfRI/AAAAAAAAA_w/dOIOcgtDOoA/s400/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture inside my house in Indonesia. We have this small pool inside the house with some little fish inside. As you can see Indonesia is scorching hot. We have lotsss of sun there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zara &lt;/strong&gt;dark grey loose tee (It's super comfy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever21 &lt;/strong&gt;red high-waisted skirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random &lt;/strong&gt;black fringed bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;/strong&gt; black heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Bali &lt;/strong&gt;black beaded bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S4ynSXwAZtI/AAAAAAAAA_o/1f3RnbtXnQY/s1600-h/DSC01286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443909983638939346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S4ynSXwAZtI/AAAAAAAAA_o/1f3RnbtXnQY/s400/DSC01286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another shot inside the house. I was about to go to have dinner with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zara&lt;/strong&gt; purple drapey dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random&lt;/strong&gt; beige heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burberry &lt;/strong&gt;bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random &lt;/strong&gt;bracelet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how are you, dearies?? Haven't heard from you all for quite a while, and I know I have been a bad blogger lately. I really miss updating my blog everyday. Hope I can do that again starting next week, when work is less stressful. Wish me luck, dears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-3779267274919373821?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3779267274919373821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-i-wish-for-lesser-hours-in-day-only.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3779267274919373821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3779267274919373821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-i-wish-for-lesser-hours-in-day-only.html' title='May I wish for lesser hours in a day only for this week?'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S4ynTdCSY2I/AAAAAAAAA_4/cy2fyatjKfQ/s72-c/DSC01181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6081441827937610914</id><published>2010-02-25T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:37:04.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>News and Changes</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad to be back from this long hiatus, which turned out to be longer than I expected. I came back last Sunday, but then I'm down with flu, and a terrible stomachache. I was forced to stay in bed for three whole days. Today, finally I'm feeling much better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you guys?? I miss you all so much. Sorry for not being able to check out your posts lately, but hopefully I can catch up with all of you today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have some updates about the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND MY DRESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, not really found, I actually decided to have it made. The problem is, it's very hard to find a sweet and simple dress, the way I want it to be. Most dresses I saw in those boutiques and bridal studios are mostly ballgowns, with bling-blings ALL OVER it. That is such a big NO-NO for me. So, after a few trying, I finally decided to go to a fashion designer to design my own dress, and have it made from scratch. &lt;em&gt;voila! &lt;/em&gt;I'm quite happy with the design. It's chic, simple, and sweet. Similar to one of the dresses I posted a few days ago ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem, I SERIOUSLY need to go on diet, if I want to look good in the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had my hair permed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to cut my hair short, but my Mom didn't allow me because I'm getting married, and I need my long hair for that. I tried to remind her that the wedding is still 9 months away and my hair will be long AGAIN by that time. But she still insisted that 9 months will not be enough. So I gave up. I finally decided to have it permed. I didn't know how I came up with that decision. I'm not loving the result, though it's not really THAT bad. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promised me that I can do whatever I want with my hair after I'm married. She said she's even okay if I'm bald. I can't understand, what's wrong with getting married with short hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let out one more thing that got me so pissed this morning. One colleague arranged a meeting for tomorrow, Friday at 6 p.m. HELLOoo?? It's weekend! and 6 p.m. is off-work!! Seems like somebody here needs to get a life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, okay, sorry for the random rambling. I'm gonna have to leave you all for now. Geez, a lot to catch up at work. Will talk to you again tomorrow, promise :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a nice day, dears!!&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/3823455773700220965-6081441827937610914?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6081441827937610914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/news-and-changes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6081441827937610914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6081441827937610914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/news-and-changes.html' title='News and Changes'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5041300202922009815</id><published>2010-02-12T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:30:16.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Another Absence</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have another-week absence from blogging. I'm such a lazy blogger, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING BACK HOME!!! AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home always thrills me :) This time is for Chinese New Year. For all of you who celebrate it, Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I want to share some food-porn for you to drool over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These were our last dinner on our last day back home last holiday. We were dining at my favourite steak house, called Angus House. They have the best steak in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ThIwrGzFI/AAAAAAAAA94/BssVy3SQHng/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218190763936850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ThIwrGzFI/AAAAAAAAA94/BssVy3SQHng/s400/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our appetizer is pan-fried salmon with veggie in tomato sauce, squid ink pasta, and shrimp in cream sauce. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ThJ8X97lI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8_hPJZ3nYxM/s1600-h/DSC01303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218211084758610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ThJ8X97lI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8_hPJZ3nYxM/s400/DSC01303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese style salad, with bamboo shoots, carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, and mushrooms in some Japanese sauce (which I don't know hot to describe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3Theba5gwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QU24ycmdhBk/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218563015934722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3Theba5gwI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/QU24ycmdhBk/s400/DSC01301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Corn cream soup with fresh baked bread. I assure you this is the best cream soup I've ever had. Really. Delightfully creamy.And the bread was just crusty on the outside, and warm soft on the inside. Great combination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3The4GZEkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5s6Vbubv5JU/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218570714550850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3The4GZEkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5s6Vbubv5JU/s400/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here's the steak I was talking about. The picture doesn't do it justice though. Mine is Rib Eye, medium well. I like my steak medium rare or medium well. Both are okay. In Angus, I like their medium well. It's perfect for me. Chewy and juicy. What makes this special is their sauce. I believe it's one kind of Japanese sauce, which I'm not sure what, but I tell you, it's really good. It goes perfect with the meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ThfUp9nnI/AAAAAAAAA-g/0AjEoY7srJE/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437218578379939442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ThfUp9nnI/AAAAAAAAA-g/0AjEoY7srJE/s400/DSC01334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dessert was not the best dessert I've ever tasted there. The fruit cake was okay, but I'm not a fruit cake person. And strawberry ice cream is definitely not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, overall, we had a great dinner that day. Hopefully I'll get to enjoy another dinner in Angus when I go back this time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Happy Valentine!! Have a great time with your loved ones, ok!! Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5041300202922009815?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5041300202922009815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-absence.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5041300202922009815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5041300202922009815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-absence.html' title='Another Absence'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ThIwrGzFI/AAAAAAAAA94/BssVy3SQHng/s72-c/DSC01299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6114457092065743543</id><published>2010-02-09T16:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:26:29.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>When Did I Last Post?</title><content type='html'>It was almost a week ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be my longest absence (last holiday absence doesn't count) . I felt so guilty and envious everytime I read all your posts. I have been super busy lately with work. So, forgive me my dears, I haven't got the chance to visit and drop some comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame my work, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was absent from doing and TALKING about anything related to wedding also, which made Han so much relieved. Girls are always much more excited in this kind of things, aren't they? Guys just don't care about dresses, flowers, invitation cards, headpieces. (Sorry about the generalization, boys, but I think you should agree with me on this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Han made a terrible mistake by saying (after I accused him of being less-excited), "It's not that I'm not excited. We just need to divide the duties. I'm doing the things I can do. I book the venue, book the pastor, while you can do the MINOR things, like DRESSES.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY takes my dresses as MINOR things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luckily, he realized about his oh-so-wrong statement, and restated it at once. "I mean, you can do all the exciting things, like dresses. I know dresses are the most important thing in the wedding. I know that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm, good boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I saw some dresses online, from Monique Lhuillier and Carolina Herrera (If I'm not mistaken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am thinking to get a simple tube dress, with a bit (or a lot) of lace. NO ball gown type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ElqEVV2WI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CnDge7ZMn0s/s1600-h/monique3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436167629860886882" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ElqEVV2WI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CnDge7ZMn0s/s400/monique3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3Elp9pCZKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/fgrtqM4qwe0/s1600-h/monique2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436167628064449698" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3Elp9pCZKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/fgrtqM4qwe0/s400/monique2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ElcTmtfgI/AAAAAAAAA9g/E98iGTolZII/s1600-h/monique.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3Elb3ljeII/AAAAAAAAA9Y/nAweP737h5g/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ElbpwL8SI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Sqs9IHhasc8/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436167382207557922" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ElbpwL8SI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Sqs9IHhasc8/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ElbKySieI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Rgu0LE6oDS0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I like the the first and the last ones. What do you think, guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6114457092065743543?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6114457092065743543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-did-i-last-post_3656.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6114457092065743543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6114457092065743543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-did-i-last-post_3656.html' title='When Did I Last Post?'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S3ElqEVV2WI/AAAAAAAAA9w/CnDge7ZMn0s/s72-c/monique3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4626687594700159643</id><published>2010-02-03T15:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:36:43.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Wednesday's Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuz_KKZbI/AAAAAAAAA84/_cRbnJvO5Jk/s1600-h/dazzle+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433925896061478322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuz_KKZbI/AAAAAAAAA84/_cRbnJvO5Jk/s400/dazzle+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fe from &lt;a href="http://secret%20dream-world%20by%20a%20fashion%20muse/"&gt;Secret Dream-World by a Fashion Muse&lt;/a&gt; passed me this lovely award. Thanks darling! Fe is my first blogger pal, and she's been one of the sweetest friend I've ever had. And not to forget, she's SUPER talented. You can check out her blog, and you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since all of my loyal readers here are dazzling, I pass this award to all of you who's reading this :) Oh, and boys, you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And, I need some suggestion here. I want to buy moisturizer (Sorry boys, you can skip this part), but I don't know which brand should I buy. Girls, what moisturizer you all have been using? My skin is not really oily, and not dry. So, normal skin (duh!) I'm looking for those that's oil-free and better if it's anti-bacterial, since I have acne-prone skin. Would love to hear from all of you pretties :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've been thinking about wedding theme. Since we're going to have a small and simple wedding, I'm thinking to have a color as the theme, with lots of flowers. So far, I've been loving FUSCHIA as a main, and perhaps a dash of other cheerful colors to lighten up. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuzkSv21I/AAAAAAAAA8w/lbp5uiQUQhs/s1600-h/fuschia.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433925888849730386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuzkSv21I/AAAAAAAAA8w/lbp5uiQUQhs/s400/fuschia.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuzaB99sI/AAAAAAAAA8o/8gnvwXZqq0g/s1600-h/fuschia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433925886094997186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuzaB99sI/AAAAAAAAA8o/8gnvwXZqq0g/s400/fuschia4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuy14dCQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/c_nHWCzfNn0/s1600-h/fuschia5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433925876391414018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuy14dCQI/AAAAAAAAA8g/c_nHWCzfNn0/s400/fuschia5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2ktd-PgYWI/AAAAAAAAA8A/VvNB5bST3Yc/s1600-h/dazzle+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4626687594700159643?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4626687594700159643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesdays-random.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4626687594700159643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4626687594700159643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesdays-random.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s Random'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S2kuz_KKZbI/AAAAAAAAA84/_cRbnJvO5Jk/s72-c/dazzle+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6456984519981237975</id><published>2010-01-28T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:21:17.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Sisters a.k.a. Wedding Planner</title><content type='html'>Am I supposed to be panic if my wedding day is like 285 days away, yet I haven't prepared anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that it's still so far away, and I can relax for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a friend who needed 2 years to prepare her wedding. Two-freaking-years?!?! I wonder where she held the wedding. Arctic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I'm quite grateful that I'm surrounded by a family who supports me 100%. They have no high expectations, no annoying requests. Seriously, I heard A LOT of wedding-go-bad stories, when family members quarrel and all. And that got me scared sometimes. But I always feel relieved everytime my Mom calls and says, "We don't have any request. We believe that you know what's good for all of us, and we support you." I mean, isn't that just sweet?? I seriously have the best family in the world! My Dad is supposed to be a strong-headed man, who stands strongly on his principal. But this time, he got no objection, no complain, no nothing. I am really surprised by that, and at the same time touched. OMG, I need to stop or I will cry. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and my two sisters are really excited about me getting married. Well, actually their first reaction is "I need to buy a dress!! What colour? You plan any theme?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean, helloooo, your sister's here getting married. Your sister. Me. Making a big step in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, they finally got the sarcasm and then started to talk about MY dress. Hmm, better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And they actually pronounced themselves "My Wedding Planner". They have been helping me to find photographers, bridal studio, and wedding venue. My Dad and second sis spent one whole day to do a wedding venue searching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All my family has been a great help for me. And well, I really don't know what to do without them :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And isn't it great to have sisters?? At least, you have someone to scream together with over those pretty laced dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to share with you all "me and my lovely sisters" pictures, taken during our last holiday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-bdpxLBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/tYq6UCWQloM/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917210936781842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-bdpxLBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/tYq6UCWQloM/s400/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taken in Tretes, a small town up on a hill. Lovely weather, good food. We were in my uncles's villa's Orchid garden. Beautiful. Sorry for my pathetic face, I was having an irritating cold that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-a0PkzjI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/yQekif6e_5I/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917199821065778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-a0PkzjI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/yQekif6e_5I/s400/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing in our hotel room in Bali. Me, sisters, and Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-aUJyU3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/BwcDickFV1Y/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917191206851442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-aUJyU3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/BwcDickFV1Y/s400/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our clothes are wet after playing at the beach. Bad news is, we forgot to bring change. So, we bought these jumpers. They're super comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-Z8a-AKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/AfnKmZ4IYOQ/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430917184836468898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-Z8a-AKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/AfnKmZ4IYOQ/s400/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uluwatu. The view was wonderful. But it was scorching hot. You can see it in our eyes. We couldn't even open our eyes. And no, we could not wear sunglasses, 'cause there were monkeys there, and they LOVED stealing glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-NmWifQI/AAAAAAAAA64/94XxIQ7pznA/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430916972753878274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-NmWifQI/AAAAAAAAA64/94XxIQ7pznA/s400/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-NMe102I/AAAAAAAAA6w/XLDMDbkbF8A/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430916965809378146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-NMe102I/AAAAAAAAA6w/XLDMDbkbF8A/s400/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Bali!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-MsFtSXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FeUuMfDW1Ok/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430916957114026354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-MsFtSXI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FeUuMfDW1Ok/s400/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some blurry picture we took at home. I liked it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-MAGiiRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/NUQRCvxpXvE/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430916945306355986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-MAGiiRI/AAAAAAAAA6g/NUQRCvxpXvE/s400/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing my grandma's shirt. My sis was wearing my dad's shirt. Only my little sis wearing her own tee. She's always the good girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-LSXCyuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/StomNtuGzU4/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430916933027547874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-LSXCyuI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/StomNtuGzU4/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken right after I reached my hometown. Can you see the three super happy smile there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss them so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6456984519981237975?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6456984519981237975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/sisters-aka-wedding-planner.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6456984519981237975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6456984519981237975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/sisters-aka-wedding-planner.html' title='Sisters a.k.a. Wedding Planner'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S15-bdpxLBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/tYq6UCWQloM/s72-c/DSC01261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1043207511691808447</id><published>2010-01-27T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:25:11.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>What Makes Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1_wDgo5NrI/AAAAAAAAA74/oSmaQMIN0T4/s1600-h/Happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431323618723837618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1_wDgo5NrI/AAAAAAAAA74/oSmaQMIN0T4/s400/Happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Margaret from &lt;a href="http://www.pandafacelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;pandaface&lt;/a&gt; passed me this award a few days ago. Thanks dearie :)&lt;br /&gt;Do check out her blog, you'll love her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To accept the award I need to post 10 things that make you happy and do at least one of them today. So, here they are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going back home.&lt;/strong&gt; This is one thing that would make me super duper happy. Taking 2-hour flight back to my hometown, spending time with my lovely family, relaxing, eating home-cooked food. Seriously nothing can beat the feeling of being at home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking up on weekends.&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't it just nice to wake up thinking that you can still sleep for another hour or two? And, isn't it nice to wake up thinking that you have the whole day to do whatever you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having decent and good breakfast.&lt;/strong&gt; I usually have no time to enjoy breakfast on weekdays. So whenever I got the time and chance to enjoy good breakfast, I always do. My favourite place in town is Jones the Grocer. They serve fantastic breakfast. My order would be their English breakfast with NZ scrambled eggs, sourdough toasts, grilled bacon, pork sausages, slow roasted tomato and sauteed mushrooms. And of course accompanied by my favourite Jones' latte. Perfect to start a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing the big smile on his face.&lt;/strong&gt; Han is a guy with a whole lot of positive thinking. He smiles a lot also. And that's somehow so infectious, even to a person as grouchy as me. There's this one particular big childish smile he likes to make. And that always brightens my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing my cute niece, baby J.&lt;/strong&gt; There's something about babies that makes me feel happy and peaceful. Especially my niece. She has the biggest pair of pretty eyes, and the softest skin. Seeing her and playing with her make me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoying holiday.&lt;/strong&gt; I think this one makes everybody happy. I haven't been to many places though. And so far my favourite getaway would be Bali. I love the beaches, the food, and the entire atmosphere that shouts holiday. I would love to go to Japan and Korea. Hopefully this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting married. &lt;/strong&gt;Geez, I am getting married. Sorry if I bore you with this getting-married statement, cause I still can't believe it. But when I do, some weird awake moment, my heart almost explodes with excitement and joy :) And you know what, I bought myself one of those shiny bridal magazine last week. I can buy bridal magazines!! (I always wanted to do this since I was a girl, so sorry for the over-excitement) Okay, I better stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bags and shoes.&lt;/strong&gt; This, need not further explanation. By the way, right now I'm obsessed with Oversized Mulberry Alexa, in Oak, or perhaps the new Summer Tweed, or those statement peony leopard print. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raining. &lt;/strong&gt;Yes, when it's raining, I am happy. I would just sit by the window, looking at the rain falling (sounds chessy, I know, but I really do enjoy this), with a cup of hot coffee, and a magazine. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping. &lt;/strong&gt;This one, I should say, is last but definitely not the least :) You girls should have known why it is on my happy list, so I don't need to explain further. I love shopping. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there... Ten things that make me happy. I'm supposed to tag 10 other persons. Well, I really cannot decide, since all my blog readers here are so lovely. I pass this award to all of you who happen to read this post :) It's your turn to share your happy things :) Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1043207511691808447?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1043207511691808447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1043207511691808447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1043207511691808447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-makes-me-happy.html' title='What Makes Me Happy'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1_wDgo5NrI/AAAAAAAAA74/oSmaQMIN0T4/s72-c/Happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8643493408188974222</id><published>2010-01-25T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:05:41.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>A Happy Me</title><content type='html'>No, it's not about me getting married in 10 months (I still got a shock everytime I hear myself , or other people, saying this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about FOOD. One of the things that can make me happy, VERY happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think I was so happy going back to Indonesia?? GOOD FOOD, of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding, Mom!! Of course I was happy because I got to meet you.. And amazing Indonesian food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many kilos I've gained. All I know is I HAVE to go on diet NOW. Han keeps saying that I need to lose weight so that I can look good in those pretty wedding dresses. I keep on acting like I don't care and telling him to look at the mirror and see who else needs to lose some weight. But well, deep inside my heart I know I really need to lose some weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, before all the fuss about diet, I want to share with you all some of Indonesian delicacy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10Iigid3dI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/BY2007wVEQA/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IiLa6GdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3cQqjmL2o-o/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430506108952910290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IiLa6GdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3cQqjmL2o-o/s400/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rib Soup. Simply delicious. Can you see the chilies there?? They explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10Ihp7Je7I/AAAAAAAAA6A/plCHt1MOKvk/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430506099961330610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10Ihp7Je7I/AAAAAAAAA6A/plCHt1MOKvk/s400/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;em&gt;Tahu Telor&lt;/em&gt;. Some beancurd omelette with savoury peanut sauce and crispy prawn crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IhflZZ-I/AAAAAAAAA54/WjASNJPlwLw/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430506097185744866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IhflZZ-I/AAAAAAAAA54/WjASNJPlwLw/s400/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favourite dessert. Frozen Yoghurt. I love this far more than ice cream. My favourite is Plain or Original flavour with mango topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my trip back home, I also went to Bali for holiday. And it was AMAZING. And the food, Balinese food is just HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IQ5-DGwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/DSWxSPXuuvs/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505812210686722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IQ5-DGwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/DSWxSPXuuvs/s400/DSC00880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called &lt;em&gt;Babi Guling&lt;/em&gt; or suckling pig. I think this is the most famous Balinese dish. The whole pig is stuffed with i-don't-know-what-but-it's-so-good spices, then roasted into crisp. It comes with other side dishes such as spiced vegetables, fried pork, pork sausage(loveeeeee), some fried pig's intestine and lung (ya ya I know, you can skip this, but if you ask me, yes I do eat those things), pork soup, and their special super spicy chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IQVBYAiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/PqE9NKBzst4/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505802292527650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IQVBYAiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/PqE9NKBzst4/s400/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is grilled pork rib. Not really authentic Balinese food and the owner is a German (if I'm not mistaken) who married a Balinese lady. He opened this small outdoor homey resto called Nuri's and it's really famous there. The rib itself is magical. Perfectly grilled, tender, and the sauce is just to die for. Really. I spent more than one hour waiting for table there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IP5nTHQI/AAAAAAAAA5g/C5SIeoBEPq8/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505794935397634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IP5nTHQI/AAAAAAAAA5g/C5SIeoBEPq8/s400/DSC01045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another balinese food, owned by Chinese Balinese couple. These meatballs are really good and soup is just refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IPewySiI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/P2buJYi9ojs/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505787727432226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IPewySiI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/P2buJYi9ojs/s400/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pork satay with plecing sauce, normally eaten with rice and the meatball soup (above). I always come to this place everytime I'm in bali. And yes it's spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H9qSFXzI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Iqy4fGY1S5k/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505481582239538" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H9qSFXzI/AAAAAAAAA5I/Iqy4fGY1S5k/s400/DSC01087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a famous seaside seafood restaurant, called Jimbaran. You HAVE to try this if you're in Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H9DD24CI/AAAAAAAAA5A/kzP3dz3V1UE/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505471053586466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H9DD24CI/AAAAAAAAA5A/kzP3dz3V1UE/s400/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled cuttlefish. Chewy and spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H8hgC9DI/AAAAAAAAA44/cggZn_aVu9o/s1600-h/DSC01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505462045013042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H8hgC9DI/AAAAAAAAA44/cggZn_aVu9o/s400/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled prawn. Tender and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H7yaLV6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/xurzOCqFrqQ/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505449403930530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H7yaLV6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/xurzOCqFrqQ/s400/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled fish (I can't remember what fish is this). Tender and savoury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H-JLUpcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WvCVIaLJStc/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430505489875379650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10H-JLUpcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/WvCVIaLJStc/s400/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the sauce combo you cannot miss. They have this pickled cucumber, tomatoes, and red onion which are GREAT. The other four are sweet soya sauce with chopped chillies, special ground chillies with spices, deep fried garlic, and an amazing mixture of chopped red onion, chillies, lime juice, and garlic. The food will be nothing without these deadly combo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG, even writing this post makes me hungry. I really need to stop here. Gotta run to get something to eat. Hope you all have a fun Monday guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8643493408188974222?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8643493408188974222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-me.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8643493408188974222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8643493408188974222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-me.html' title='A Happy Me'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S10IiLa6GdI/AAAAAAAAA6I/3cQqjmL2o-o/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-171483054858185393</id><published>2010-01-20T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:47:33.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>This ring around my finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1aqV4ubYLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/knQD21VzbNo/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428713693822804146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1aqV4ubYLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/knQD21VzbNo/s400/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes guys, I'm officially ENGAGED :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guy proposed to me on 16th of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!! I still cannot believe it. It's finally MY turn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's crazy. One day I didn't even think about getting married, but the next day, I'm engaged!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, despite all the surprise and shock, somehow, I know that this is coming. And at this very moment, I know I have made the right decision, that I want to marry this guy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And isn't all this feeling just magical? It is, for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my family and his family are delighted upon hearing the news. They were all excited, since this will be the first wedding for both sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda hectic now. We have decided to have our wedding around end of this year (Yes, it is less than 10 months!! Please slap me and tell me I'm crazy.. ), and well, so freakin' many things to prepare. What makes it worse is, we don't know what and how and where to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez, I'm crazily excited!!! and most of all, HAPPY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1aqVVRj0sI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZkaI0RpSX1w/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428713684306481858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1aqVVRj0sI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZkaI0RpSX1w/s400/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and him, trying to look cool but ended up looking like an idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulate me guys, and wish me luck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-171483054858185393?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/171483054858185393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-ring-around-my-finger.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/171483054858185393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/171483054858185393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-ring-around-my-finger.html' title='This ring around my finger'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1aqV4ubYLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/knQD21VzbNo/s72-c/DSC00926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4631855598172457928</id><published>2010-01-18T10:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:51:28.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>My First Award!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1POu1z3mqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nwGgF2cxx4Q/s1600-h/beautifulbloggeraward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427909280025516706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1POu1z3mqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nwGgF2cxx4Q/s400/beautifulbloggeraward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got this Beautiful Blogger Award from my dear blogger pal, Russ :) Thanks sweetie!! You guys should check out her blog &lt;a href="http://ruuussso.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She's such a sweet and talented girl. She's been a true inspiration for me, especially in living a healthy life. I'm sure you'll be inspired by her also :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for this award, I'm supposed to write seven confessions, which is really tough. I need almost half a day to complete this list. So, here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My first crush was a cute classmate from primary one. Yes, I was only 7 years old. And I remembered that I really REALLY liked him. Is that normal?? Btw, I liked him for 6 years, until primary six, when he started to be a smoker, and he got pimples all over his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There were times when I was CRAZY about Backstreet Boys and Hanson (you all remember Hanson right, the Mmmbop boys?) I was such a big fan of them that I had my room's wall covered with posters and pin-ups of them. I literally screamed histerically when I saw them or their MVs on TV. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like being criticized over the way I dress. Don't get me wrong, I do take advices, but I don't take critics. I will get very irritated when someone tries to change or control my style. I got my own style, and I'm happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am seriously addicted to coffee. I'm addicted even to the smell of coffee. I don't think i can live a day in my life without it. And I'm very particular about it. I only drink hot coffee. I don't like any additional flavour in it, except for milk, cream, or caramel. On the top list of my what-to-get-for-my-new-house, I put coffee machine. And I'm really serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm extremely NOT photogenic. Among thousands of photos I took, I only got like, errr, 10 acceptable ones. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I seriously think I have the BEST family in the whole world. I do. They are fun, sweet, and supportive. Whenever I'm around them, I can feel so much love and warmth. Something that not all people can feel, and I'm really grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last one, I have an important thing I want to share with you all. On the next post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I would like to pass this award to ten amazing bloggers and friends of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fe from &lt;a href="http://muse-by-fe.blogspot.com/"&gt;secret dream-world of a fashion muse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve from &lt;a href="http://myshybaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;shybaby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jak from &lt;a href="http://thousand%20sunny/"&gt;thousand sunny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ann from &lt;a href="http://intangibleee.blogspot.com/"&gt;intangible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aney from &lt;a href="http://allllure.blogspot.com/"&gt;allure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bee from &lt;a href="http://beebyadiwidjaja.blogspot.com/"&gt;bee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chantelle from &lt;a href="http://chai-cinnamon-and-couture.blogspot.com/"&gt;chai-cinnamon-and-couture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phyllis from &lt;a href="http://foradelicatefew.blogspot.com/"&gt;foradelicatefew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leah from &lt;a href="http://leahtaas-infocus.blogspot.com/"&gt;leah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Margaret from &lt;a href="http://pandafacelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;pandaface&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have fun, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4631855598172457928?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4631855598172457928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-award.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4631855598172457928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4631855598172457928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-award.html' title='My First Award!!'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S1POu1z3mqI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nwGgF2cxx4Q/s72-c/beautifulbloggeraward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6381538451146992686</id><published>2010-01-14T13:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:43:18.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Best Christmas is not a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>I know it's a little bit too late to post something about Christmas. But I can't help sharing with you about my last Christmas, which is so far the best Christmas I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was home for Christmas, and although we never really celebrate Christmas with a party (usually we just go to church), last year we made it rather special. Our family plus my boyfriend and my sis' boyfriend, had a special dinner at home. Then we had this little gift exchange, just for fun, with a budget of 10 dollars. So, each person bought one gift, then we drew lots to decide who gets whose. It was pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wcR3P6RI/AAAAAAAAA3A/nfpQ4wmyusA/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426468600905984274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wcR3P6RI/AAAAAAAAA3A/nfpQ4wmyusA/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us posing with our gifts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we played some funny card games. Winners got to draw things on losers' face using a mixture of water and powder. Here's how we ended up, literally a "white" Christmas for us :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wdPsLA1I/AAAAAAAAA3I/4j7PMzMViGE/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426468617502524242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wdPsLA1I/AAAAAAAAA3I/4j7PMzMViGE/s400/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy father. He got the least powder on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wdl4YggI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/KT24yg03coU/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426468623459320322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wdl4YggI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/KT24yg03coU/s400/DSC00792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wfo9JeJI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pGpKaRihaug/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426468658644351122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wfo9JeJI/AAAAAAAAA3g/pGpKaRihaug/s400/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06we8i9g2I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/e1DKx4am7Xc/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426468646723355490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06we8i9g2I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/e1DKx4am7Xc/s400/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S061sWZ-09I/AAAAAAAAA3o/skv9hzQa9tI/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426474374561453010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S061sWZ-09I/AAAAAAAAA3o/skv9hzQa9tI/s400/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S061tgI0U6I/AAAAAAAAA34/ysR12Uidl3A/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426474394353685410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S061tgI0U6I/AAAAAAAAA34/ysR12Uidl3A/s400/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness!! You might be thinking I lose big time. NO!! I won most of the times, and that pissed everyone, so once I lost everyone started to draw things on my face. That's cheating!! I got powder all over my neck (thank's to angry boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S061tB1rPXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/g3jca-znAEg/s1600-h/DSC00788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426474386220334450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S061tB1rPXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/g3jca-znAEg/s400/DSC00788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy boyfriend. He literally poured the powder on my face! #$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, all in all, we had the most amazing time. Miss them already..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw guys, it's weekend again. Have fun!! I need to arrange my photos in Bali first now, and then I'll share them with all of you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6381538451146992686?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6381538451146992686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-christmas-is-not-white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6381538451146992686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6381538451146992686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-christmas-is-not-white-christmas.html' title='The Best Christmas is not a White Christmas'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S06wcR3P6RI/AAAAAAAAA3A/nfpQ4wmyusA/s72-c/DSC00732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1750679348681231505</id><published>2010-01-13T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:44:09.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Hello guys!! I'm finally back to this blogging world, after 3 whole weeks!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know.. What a lousy blogger I have been.. But, well, my holiday this time was packed and loaded, 'till I got no time to even sit and turn on my computer. Plus the internet connection in my hometown is as lousy as me as a blogger. So, here I am now, sitting in front of my computer, don't know how and where to start, since I got like tonsss of stories and photos to share with all of you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before that, I should tell you all that I had a real blast back in Indonesia!! It could have been the best holiday I have ever had!! First, of course, it's because I finally got to meet all my dear family. I even got to meet my new-born niece for the very first time. I tell you, she's the cutest baby ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip to Bali and Tretes (a small town up on the hill near my hometown) were lots of fun too. All I did was play, eat, relax, eat, play, eat, sleep, eat. It was simply heaven. Although now people keeps on telling me that I've gained weight, I'm still very happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first, my dearest family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02EfJcQ2NI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9CWroMLfNk8/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426138796696590546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02EfJcQ2NI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9CWroMLfNk8/s400/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our last day's dinner in Angus Steak House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02EfiiilGI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RrHL-46ApwQ/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426138803433804898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02EfiiilGI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RrHL-46ApwQ/s400/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02FFmrD_MI/AAAAAAAAA24/wYo79Uh2GM0/s1600-h/DSC01172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426139457378319554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02FFmrD_MI/AAAAAAAAA24/wYo79Uh2GM0/s400/DSC01172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02FFZI3ibI/AAAAAAAAA2w/n2GEk7NfOQE/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426139453745236402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02FFZI3ibI/AAAAAAAAA2w/n2GEk7NfOQE/s400/DSC01170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Introducing Baby J, my niece :) Isn't she a cutie?? Still, the pictures don't do her justice, she's way cuter than this. Miss her already..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02FFZI3ibI/AAAAAAAAA2w/n2GEk7NfOQE/s1600-h/DSC01170.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post more, a lot more, tomorrow :) gotta go do some work now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you guys?? Miss y'all!! Hope to hear from you soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1750679348681231505?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1750679348681231505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1750679348681231505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1750679348681231505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/S02EfJcQ2NI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9CWroMLfNk8/s72-c/DSC01292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6704086015975600879</id><published>2009-12-23T14:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:21:03.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Away for Holiday :)</title><content type='html'>Hello darlingss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my last post of the year, since I'm going on a holiday from tomorrow. Hopefully I will be able to blog from my hometown, but I won't hope too much with the whole list of things to do..But promise I'll be back as soon as I come back to Singapore with a report of my holiday in my hometown and Bali (woohoo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss each of you here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm gonna leave you guys with this outfit post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han just gave me this long-sleeved tee. He bought it few months ago for himself. It's Gap, by the way. So, few days ago I accidentally found this abandoned tee inside his closet. When I asked him why he never wore this superbly comfy tee, he told me to check on its label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I found??? Guess!! But I know you'll never guess it right, so I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The label says, GAP Maternity!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, can you imagine the poor boy checking (and trying) on tees from the Maternity section without even realizing it?? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after laughing at him for several minutes, I asked whether I can have it. He, of course, gave it to me wholeheartedly. Yayy. I LOVE it. It comes in the sweetest and lightest beige, with the softest and comfiest material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGypQzsHvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/QQA06CyEA3w/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418308248659566322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGypQzsHvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/QQA06CyEA3w/s400/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGycyCtw2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4lNSIaChBU0/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418308034242659170" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGycyCtw2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/4lNSIaChBU0/s400/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGyb6lbyLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/lU0Ovep6UNw/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418308019355895986" style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGyb6lbyLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/lU0Ovep6UNw/s400/DSC00669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGybgQ4h8I/AAAAAAAAA14/f5LyfQFlc9M/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418308012290377666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGybgQ4h8I/AAAAAAAAA14/f5LyfQFlc9M/s400/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beige oversized tee : &lt;strong&gt;Gap Maternity (HAHA!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black beaded and chained necklace : &lt;strong&gt;POS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring : &lt;strong&gt;Diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skinny : &lt;strong&gt;Only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satchel : &lt;strong&gt;Charles and Keith &lt;/strong&gt;(I know, I know, I've been wearing it all the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oxford shoes : &lt;strong&gt;DMC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, guys, will see you again next year. Meanwhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;May you all have the merriest Christmas and the happiest new year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6704086015975600879?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6704086015975600879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/away-for-holiday.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6704086015975600879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6704086015975600879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/away-for-holiday.html' title='Away for Holiday :)'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzGypQzsHvI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/QQA06CyEA3w/s72-c/DSC00665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-9161849637624672518</id><published>2009-12-22T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:40:00.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>I've been bad..</title><content type='html'>I seriously have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still remember my crazy shopping I posted before? Well, guess what, it happened again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with three pairs of shoes and a satchel. This is one of the merriest Christmas I've ever had. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they're all good buys. Great stuff with friendly price. Who would reject such offers, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's change the topic. Outfit post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBO9ls3AaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OsuQ2iZGOas/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917171725959586" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBO9ls3AaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OsuQ2iZGOas/s400/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917153348218322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBO8hPQ7dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/E5rXOb81-kY/s400/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917165642446274" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBO9PCb9cI/AAAAAAAAA1g/K6oDX6OI3TM/s400/DSC00659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I want to show you guys my new favourite bag. The picture didn't do it justice. It actually comes in pretty faux crocs skin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBOUR6ER8I/AAAAAAAAA1I/M3sKnIxmqXk/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417916462038009794" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBOUR6ER8I/AAAAAAAAA1I/M3sKnIxmqXk/s400/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBOTyvLA_I/AAAAAAAAA1A/HdwqaBmXAok/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417916453670814706" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBOTyvLA_I/AAAAAAAAA1A/HdwqaBmXAok/s400/DSC00664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two pics I took in my office's toilet. I found that it had better lighting then my house. At least you can see a slight of purple on my new oversized cardigan. Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beige top: &lt;strong&gt;Club Monaco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purple (!) oversized cardigan: &lt;strong&gt;Topshop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black cropped pants: &lt;strong&gt;Zara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leopard print belt : &lt;strong&gt;Ruby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patent T-bar flats: &lt;strong&gt;Gap Kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faux crocs skin satchel: &lt;strong&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going back to Indonesia on Thursday. And I just can't wait (I don't know how many times have I said it). I'm almost bursting with excitement now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep these two days off, and wake up on Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, work is busy!! I need to prepare lots of things before leaving for a long leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am extremelly happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's your day guys? hope u're as happy as I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-9161849637624672518?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/9161849637624672518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-bad.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9161849637624672518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9161849637624672518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-bad.html' title='I&apos;ve been bad..'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SzBO9ls3AaI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OsuQ2iZGOas/s72-c/DSC00654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4996004754670201652</id><published>2009-12-18T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:44:33.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Random Friday</title><content type='html'>Geez, it's weekend again. Time does fly, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took leave yesterday, to do the promised shopping spree with Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I left my brain at home yesterday, since I couldn't seem to find, moreover, use my brain while shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a crazy shopping!! seriously..Poor Han, his eyes looked exhausted at the end of the day. His hands were full with shopping bags. Surprisingly he did quite a shopping also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is having sales (again). I was rummaging Topshop, Zara, Charles and Keith, Bershka, and the list goes on. Found some amazing things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I listed my shopping last night, here's what I got (freaked me out!!!) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Two oversized long cardigans (in sweetest purple, and cutest dark orange)&lt;br /&gt;-- An oversized denim shirt&lt;br /&gt;-- An oversized stripped button-down&lt;br /&gt;-- A pair of floral high-waisted flare shorts&lt;br /&gt;-- One faux crocs skinned satchel (PS1 look-alike)&lt;br /&gt;-- A black wool zipper skirt&lt;br /&gt;-- A black and silver wool flare skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is, I just got my bonus. So, no, I'm not broke..And those are really good buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard not to buy this amazing leather jacket in Bershka. Amazing price, and buttery leather...But the weather is just not cooperative. So I put it back brokenheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now random pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Syrvtj7e4rI/AAAAAAAAA04/7eF0DaqqX4w/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405067884323506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Syrvtj7e4rI/AAAAAAAAA04/7eF0DaqqX4w/s400/DSC00645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some takoyaki we had before shopping. Nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyrvtZlvyFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/gDmxf7xRt1Q/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405065108801618" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyrvtZlvyFI/AAAAAAAAA0w/gDmxf7xRt1Q/s400/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my new piggy plushies, in my cubicle in the office. This one is a totally random pic. It's not even taken yesterday. It's two days ago. But I just want to show you the piggy. Han bought for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Syrvs9oq0lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/AXOxhq_yvPs/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405057604866642" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Syrvs9oq0lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/AXOxhq_yvPs/s400/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyrvsVnSM8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/D9RtVwZ8lkM/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416405046861640642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyrvsVnSM8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/D9RtVwZ8lkM/s400/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wore for shopping yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Beige shirt worn as dress : &lt;strong&gt;forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown woven belt : &lt;strong&gt;from Beijing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black tights: &lt;strong&gt;unbranded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black beaded flats: &lt;strong&gt;Charles and keith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black tote : &lt;strong&gt;vintage Salvatore Ferragamo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4996004754670201652?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4996004754670201652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-friday.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4996004754670201652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4996004754670201652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-friday.html' title='Random Friday'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Syrvtj7e4rI/AAAAAAAAA04/7eF0DaqqX4w/s72-c/DSC00645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5470098982419516305</id><published>2009-12-16T14:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:06:09.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Eight Days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I can barely wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday mood is just overwhelming, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so unproductive at work these days. The whole idea of going home for Christmas makes me very lazy to do anything but planning on what to do and what to buy. The office is also getting quiter day by day as most of my collegues are taking long leaves. *sigh* But well, I'm still very excited about going home!!! yay!!! and Christmas!!! and New Year!!! with family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, how's your Christmas shopping dears? me, did a bit of shopping last week, but well, not enough. Me and Han are planning a shopping spree this weekend :D woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot come up with a wishlist. Although I've been aiming for one vintage-look bag, two (or three) pairs of shoes, an oversized button-down, some cute skirts, and a pair of (another) cuffed denim shorts, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I know it's quite a long list and I will NOT buy ALL of them, but I've not shopped for quite a long time, or I should say I've been a very very good girl lately. And good girl deserves some rewards, doesn't she? ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, outfit post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might not be an 'interesting' one, but I love this dress. It's quite hot today in Singapore, and this dress is the comfiest thing to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyicHUFsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/OfgwXCNzPxQ/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415750201378613106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyicHUFsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/OfgwXCNzPxQ/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyicHOgXNpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/HadTl6QsOR8/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415750199879874194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyicHOgXNpI/AAAAAAAAAzw/HadTl6QsOR8/s400/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Syibt3_VrxI/AAAAAAAAAzg/su7IhavFaVE/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Han took my pics after we went out to swim during lunch time. Sorry for the silly smile on the second pic. That was when Han suddenly asked me to smile. He said that I could not really pulled out a cool pose, you know, those poses when u just act cool n not smile. Urgh. But, well i think he's right. But he should be more supportive, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyibtqV5vWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/saXl6PGpf7Q/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415749760675593570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyibtqV5vWI/AAAAAAAAAzY/saXl6PGpf7Q/s400/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyibtC4UqpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GiqtRlP77wc/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415749750082546322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyibtC4UqpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/GiqtRlP77wc/s400/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my specs that day. It's one of my random "lazy-to-put-on-contact-lenses" days. but for the sake of a better look, I took it off. Do you think I look better in specs or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LBD : &lt;strong&gt;Massimo Dutti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black tote : &lt;strong&gt;vintage Salvatore Ferragamo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black flats : &lt;strong&gt;Charles and Keith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaded bracelets and 'pearl' earrings : &lt;strong&gt;Diva&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyicS1I0sII/AAAAAAAAA0I/tS_AqXTI9Ec/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415750399228686466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyicS1I0sII/AAAAAAAAA0I/tS_AqXTI9Ec/s400/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And these deserves a decent intro. They are my most comfortable flats. They're so comfortable that I feel like walking on a carpet. Really. I had them for a year, and they're still in good condition, except a bit of scratch on the front part. And yes, I'm more to a flats girl. Still love high heels, but flats take me everywhere I want :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a great day dears!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5470098982419516305?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5470098982419516305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/eight-days-to-go.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5470098982419516305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5470098982419516305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/eight-days-to-go.html' title='Eight Days to go'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyicHUFsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAz4/OfgwXCNzPxQ/s72-c/DSC00628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4643989493865303976</id><published>2009-12-11T10:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:32:18.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Indulging Pink and Colors</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with Mochino Cheap &amp;amp; Chic Spring 2010 Ready-to-wear collections. They come in the most beautiful colors, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a huge fan of pink when I was a teenager. And it is this shade of pink that I love. It really brings back my love towards pink. It's just sweet and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving all the sweet looking outfit, with all the frills and ruffles. All those silky materials, pink blazer, slim belts in sweetest colors, dresses, shorts, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrsQtKnWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/HnYrvVc3How/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797003963047266" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrsQtKnWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/HnYrvVc3How/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrsCRo7NI/AAAAAAAAAyw/RKcKNv6K264/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413797000089496786" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrsCRo7NI/AAAAAAAAAyw/RKcKNv6K264/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrroyTCVI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DaK-jBvMoaE/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796993247152466" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrroyTCVI/AAAAAAAAAyo/DaK-jBvMoaE/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrrcFp4sI/AAAAAAAAAyg/auNn2gxjen4/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796989838680770" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrrcFp4sI/AAAAAAAAAyg/auNn2gxjen4/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrqr-GpZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/FqS3GqTxJU8/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796976922109330" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrqr-GpZI/AAAAAAAAAyY/FqS3GqTxJU8/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrbW0IKDI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/XV7YyX1ZX4w/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796713545082930" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrbW0IKDI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/XV7YyX1ZX4w/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrbIPotEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bZSIau89yAQ/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796709633930306" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrbIPotEI/AAAAAAAAAyI/bZSIau89yAQ/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGragYEcZI/AAAAAAAAAyA/RKDbgSUejjQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796698931884434" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGragYEcZI/AAAAAAAAAyA/RKDbgSUejjQ/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrZkN5qZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kvifP99HKx8/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796682783107474" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrZkN5qZI/AAAAAAAAAxw/kvifP99HKx8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrHDn4o2I/AAAAAAAAAxI/oykH8Rg5Kn8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796364796076898" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrHDn4o2I/AAAAAAAAAxI/oykH8Rg5Kn8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrI2VQ5hI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bK7S4bERkN4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796395588052498" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrI2VQ5hI/AAAAAAAAAxo/bK7S4bERkN4/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrIdup8tI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QKovK-wvvvc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796388983665362" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrIdup8tI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QKovK-wvvvc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrICffU7I/AAAAAAAAAxY/xkC-FanifNA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796381672297394" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrICffU7I/AAAAAAAAAxY/xkC-FanifNA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrHkMA_SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iVlJi8926cg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413796373537553698" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrHkMA_SI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iVlJi8926cg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/"&gt;style.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a colorful weekend guys!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4643989493865303976?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4643989493865303976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/indulging-pink-and-colors.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4643989493865303976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4643989493865303976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/indulging-pink-and-colors.html' title='Indulging Pink and Colors'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SyGrsQtKnWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/HnYrvVc3How/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-644811931655892622</id><published>2009-12-10T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:41:13.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>When I'm feeling down...</title><content type='html'>Things are not going my way recently. Some seemingly bad things happen, and I don't have the power to prevent it, no matter how hard i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sorry dears, I need to let out the steam, and today's post will not be a happy one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I applied for Singapore Permanent Residence (PR) two months ago. Yesterday, I received a letter from the government. And yes, it's quite obvious from my current mood, I got rejected. Anyway, I was actually quite optimistic that I would get it, despite the fact that some of my friends also got rejected. Why? Well, I work in a government-linked company, doing a government-related project in which I am the only one in charge of this particular subject. The company has been working its ass off to find other staff to help me in this, but with no positive result. Practically, if I quit, the project will be stuck, and other following projects will be cancelled. But, guess what, the government doesn't want to give me the damn PR!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As a matter of fact, I didn't really want to apply for PR, since well I was not sure about me staying in this country. It was Han who encouraged me to get it, because according to him, there are more advantages of being a PR. So, the reason I'm upset about getting rejected is not because I want this thing, but simply because they reject me, while I've been working hard completing their project. I was quite irritated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, actually I'm already quite cool about this at the moment, i.e. I'm not angry anymore. Just a little disappointed with the "treatment". But I'll get over it. I just feel like sharing this with all of you, u know, to ease the burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly, I just heard that my grandma had to be hospitalized. She fell down when she was in the bathroom. And that causes a bit of damage on her backbone, which makes it quite painful for her to stand up or walk. I'm still waiting for news from my mom, since the doctor is still examining the X-ray to decide what to do. The problem is my grandma is very old, and has quite a serious dementia. So she keeps on forgetting that she just fell and hurt her bones. She always ended up wanting to stand up and wondering why she's in the hospital. I'm quite saddened by that and the fact that I cannot be there to accompany her and my family and to share the burden. Well, I can only pray for her now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I really wish these 2 weeks would just fly away (I'm going back home on 24th)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-644811931655892622?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/644811931655892622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-im-feeling-down.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/644811931655892622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/644811931655892622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-im-feeling-down.html' title='When I&apos;m feeling down...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-206475811612169391</id><published>2009-12-09T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:00:15.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Itadakimasu</title><content type='html'>Here's the promised post on home-made sushi roll. I've tried making sushi rolls like years ago. And that was only one-time attempt. Last weekend was the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QyBbfYQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GebaZiWs9sA/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413063728685867266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QyBbfYQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GebaZiWs9sA/s400/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Rice, cooked, mix with a bit of japanese vinegar, and add a lil bit of salt and sugar&lt;br /&gt;Dried seaweed/Nori&lt;br /&gt;Crabstick, sliced&lt;br /&gt;Avocado, sliced&lt;br /&gt;Tuna, mashed and mix with Japanese mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;Egg, beaten and fried, then slice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry, I'm not good with recipe, so I just write down the things I did. Basically, making sushi roll is very easy, and you can add things on your own liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QutzqOgI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ggrFLo1Yjxo/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413063671878924802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QutzqOgI/AAAAAAAAAw4/ggrFLo1Yjxo/s400/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need a bamboo sushi mat to roll the sushi, since we want to keep the seaweed dry and crispy. Then, make sure you have a very sharp knife to slice. You don't want to end up with unrolled sushi, do you? Above is the rolled sushi. I know it looks so not professional. But well, it's quite good for an amateur like me. RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, drum roll please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voila!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QuCdYLAI/AAAAAAAAAww/VP-mnOMmW70/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413063660242742274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QuCdYLAI/AAAAAAAAAww/VP-mnOMmW70/s400/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better just show you the end result directly. Tell me, they look quite good, don't they? And guess what, they are really yummy. You can dip them in light soya sauce mixed with wasabi or those Japanese mayonnaise to add more taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QthSSyjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2m0BbMHbSnY/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413063651337882162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QthSSyjI/AAAAAAAAAwo/2m0BbMHbSnY/s400/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering what's that beside the sushi. It's my-own-acclaimed Japanese salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, actually it's left-over salad. Since there are some crabstick, avocado, and egg left from the sushi, I decided to mix them with some hand torn lettuce. The special thing from this salad is the dressing. It's the smaller bottle in the pic. You can get one in the supermarket, Japanese section. They're wonderful. That was the first time I tried it, and I loved it. It just mixed really well with everything in the salad. Must-try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QtCjZpPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/DO_1Ev8HLRc/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413063643088135410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QtCjZpPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/DO_1Ev8HLRc/s400/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud chef, hahaha.. Sorry for the funny face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Han's leaving for a short trip to Kota Kinabalu tomorrow with his family. I'm gonna have a lonely weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-206475811612169391?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/206475811612169391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/itadakimasu.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/206475811612169391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/206475811612169391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/itadakimasu.html' title='Itadakimasu'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx8QyBbfYQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GebaZiWs9sA/s72-c/DSC00561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5189507759183436814</id><published>2009-12-08T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:31:52.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>I often have bad hair days recently. My hair is too long, and style-less. I'm thinking to cut it short. What do you think? Besides having long hair in Singapore is really troublesome, due to its hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I had this really-bad hair day, and my fringe was pissing me off. So, I just tied it up into a bun. This hairstyle, people, was extremelly comfortable. I didn't care that I looked like one of those Chinese Old-time Kungfu Masters, as long as I could feel the wind brushing through the back of my neck and on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3EUsg5WfI/AAAAAAAAAvo/P3lZFARYtQI/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412698186994768370" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3EUsg5WfI/AAAAAAAAAvo/P3lZFARYtQI/s400/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my lovely bun, about to go out to have some porridge breakfast. Btw, the porridge was delicious! For you who stay in Singapore or who want to visit Singapore, make sure you try Maxwell market's famous porridge, along with the raw fish salads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3EUSROXfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/VFQCgx6-dho/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412698179949714930" style="WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3EUSROXfI/AAAAAAAAAvg/VFQCgx6-dho/s400/DSC00519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this pose was not pulled out on purpose. I was watching TV, yes sitting like this, then Han took my picture. Sorry about the stupid expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuschia tank : &lt;strong&gt;Nets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beige cropped high-waisted pants : &lt;strong&gt;Bysi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracelets and rose earrings : &lt;strong&gt;Diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch : &lt;strong&gt;Tag Heur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bag : &lt;strong&gt;Aldo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3ET2aWPRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/BTKqXXD9l5Q/s1600-h/DSC00516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412698172471786770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3ET2aWPRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/BTKqXXD9l5Q/s400/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my Bysi pants. They're actually longer than how it looks on the pic, and a bit loose, so they're very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3ETI-SFjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vMe3JWe3rN8/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412698160274478642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3ETI-SFjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/vMe3JWe3rN8/s400/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another close-up of the bun. I think I will live with this bun everyday until I decided to crop my hair. (Ignore the sausage-like arm, please..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I started my healthy lifestyle last week. I swim every other day, and eat healthy food. Two days ago I made my own tuna sushi and salads. Will post it tomorrow. Woohoo, I'm feeling like a saint again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5189507759183436814?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5189507759183436814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-hair-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5189507759183436814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5189507759183436814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sx3EUsg5WfI/AAAAAAAAAvo/P3lZFARYtQI/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-2635850650373919433</id><published>2009-12-07T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:05:37.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, forgive and forget are easy..</title><content type='html'>I went to Han's friend's funeral last Friday. If you don't know what happened and want to know the story, can check my last post, &lt;a href="http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/shocking.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. But, in short, this guy committed suicide by jumping down from his 19th floor flat, taking away tens of thousands of dollars he borrowed from his friends, and God-knows-how-much from loanshark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met his wife in the funeral, and we couldn't help feeling sorry for her. She was so skinny, and her eyes were all swollen. She told us one phone conversation they had one day before he died:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband : Do you still remember one question you asked me before we got married?&lt;br /&gt;Wife : What question?&lt;br /&gt;Husband : You asked me how much I love you, but at that time I could not answer.&lt;br /&gt;Wife : ..........&lt;br /&gt;Husband : I can answer you now. I would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to feel. It's creepy yet heartbreaking. This guy committed suicide because the loanshark kept on threatening that they would hurt the wife, if he didn't pay up. So, he paid them with his life, which worked, because the loanshark stopped bugging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking that he still did something stupid and irresponsible by comitting suicide instead of facing the fact and fight for it. And the poor wife.... But, nothing can be done anymore. And knowing what is actually happened actually made our heart lighter. We decided to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the sad story, we decided not to talk about this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an outfit shoot to abruptly change the topic ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOZ0EqioI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bN8anVvEf4Q/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357426318576258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOZ0EqioI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bN8anVvEf4Q/s400/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOYDkC2EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Tdlix3gTEIg/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357396116985922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOYDkC2EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Tdlix3gTEIg/s400/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White sheer button-up : &lt;strong&gt;some boutique in Jurong Point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken white tank top : &lt;strong&gt;Zara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black legging : &lt;strong&gt;FarEast Plaza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bag : &lt;strong&gt;Aldo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOYwoiAdI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YOEm0NWBv3A/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357408215400914" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOYwoiAdI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YOEm0NWBv3A/s400/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOYen_H3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/z8hKtdk5HAE/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357403381276530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOYen_H3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/z8hKtdk5HAE/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this button-up. They have the softest material, and very comfortable to wear. It's actually a hoodie button-up, which is not visible in the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOL7AuY8I/AAAAAAAAAug/qYnzCxmKjN0/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357187662930882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOL7AuY8I/AAAAAAAAAug/qYnzCxmKjN0/s400/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brown Leather bracelet : &lt;strong&gt;Cotton-On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beaded bracelets : &lt;strong&gt;Diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring : &lt;strong&gt;Diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOLWbZFLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/DYWhUlaD7vc/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357177842668722" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOLWbZFLI/AAAAAAAAAuY/DYWhUlaD7vc/s400/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ring is my new absolute favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOKx5JNXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/D24cg3spHzk/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357168035345778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOKx5JNXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/D24cg3spHzk/s400/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faux Snake-skin flat : &lt;strong&gt;Ruby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOKcabAFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1UYZ1CEbs48/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412357162269343826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOKcabAFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/1UYZ1CEbs48/s400/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just lovely and comfortable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's your weekend, guys? Hope you were having a great time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-2635850650373919433?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2635850650373919433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-forgive-and-forget-are-easy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2635850650373919433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2635850650373919433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-forgive-and-forget-are-easy.html' title='Sometimes, forgive and forget are easy..'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxyOZ0EqioI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bN8anVvEf4Q/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-638570488753194998</id><published>2009-12-04T14:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:50:23.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Shocking</title><content type='html'>I just heard a shocking news yesterday, about Han's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, Jeff, was found dead after jumping down from his flat on 19th floor. He committed suicide. It's supposed to be a sad story, and I did feel quite sad about it. But the problem is this guy was not really lovable in his later days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, he loaned money from his friends, including Han, by telling sad reasons which were all lies. I tell you, it's not just small amount of money, tens of thousands of dollars. Yet, he never returned the money, 'till the day that he died. Not even a cent. He said he was cheated by a friend in a business deal and lost a lot of money, and then he needed money to keep his business survived. The funny thing was, right after he loaned money, his wife went to a trip to Taiwan. Like, WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing, a year ago, he asked to meet up with Han, which ended up with him wanting to borrow 2,000 dollars more, which Han refused. Han said that at that time he (Han) was wearing a slightly torn tee (which I already asked him to throw away months ago) and a slightly torn bag (thrown away by me also), and that guy, Jeff, guess what, was wearing a Burberry shirt and a huge LV bag (which are authentic, knowing that he used to be quite well-to-do). I mean, WTH?!?! Okay, I mean, if he needed 2,000 dollars, he could just sell away those shirt and bag to a secondhand shop, or what. That's quite a lot of money, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know I sound really mean to someone who's dead already. Well, I was quite pissed, but after hearing what happened to him, I felt quite sad for him, really. He must have been going through quite a hell. Although still I cannot understand how someone would decide to end his own life, no matter how shitty life is. But well, what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with the sad story. I did another outfit shoot yesterday. The results are a bit shitty, but I will still post it, cos it took quite a lot of energy to do it. We took like 20 shots but none was good enough *sigh. These are the best I can get. I think I need to find a better location with better lightings, and train Han more, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixO1KzS9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/5oyQllO8Hag/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411269820634319826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixO1KzS9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/5oyQllO8Hag/s400/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixDCWt2oI/AAAAAAAAAtw/y_iAvSrunsA/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411269618015525506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixDCWt2oI/AAAAAAAAAtw/y_iAvSrunsA/s400/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped tee : &lt;strong&gt;Zara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuffed black jeans : &lt;strong&gt;Vintage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage look sling bag : &lt;strong&gt;Charles n Keith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown slim belt : &lt;strong&gt;bought in Beijing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown sequined flats : &lt;strong&gt;Tangs (can't remembere the brand)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixCphbtrI/AAAAAAAAAto/7_qZkLhnckk/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411269611349587634" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixCphbtrI/AAAAAAAAAto/7_qZkLhnckk/s400/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixB4RyxnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5mQTxON75L8/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411269598130652786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixB4RyxnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5mQTxON75L8/s400/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han said I needed a haircut. I do, my hair was too messy. He asked me to tie it up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwlGs3kFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7Jyp8uDkDlU/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411269103786102866" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwlGs3kFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/7Jyp8uDkDlU/s400/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwkkDVOQI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EtkBnea_u9k/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411269094485080322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwkkDVOQI/AAAAAAAAAs4/EtkBnea_u9k/s400/DSC00481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwE_kbO-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/FpdY_AicTpk/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411268552115829730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwE_kbO-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/FpdY_AicTpk/s400/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these shoes a year ago, and I'm still in love with them. They are the most comfy flats I have ever had. I'm not really a heel person, especially in Singapore where you walk a lot. I prefer flats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwERwMCvI/AAAAAAAAAso/kk8mXUWrE_s/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411268539817134834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwERwMCvI/AAAAAAAAAso/kk8mXUWrE_s/s400/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the sequined accent and the bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwELnIzzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/gONdNrBXckU/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411268538168561458" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwELnIzzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/gONdNrBXckU/s400/DSC00450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixPClq7DI/AAAAAAAAAuA/b4vpwz7dOhQ/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411269824236678194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixPClq7DI/AAAAAAAAAuA/b4vpwz7dOhQ/s400/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new pairs of feather earrings from &lt;strong&gt;Ruby.&lt;/strong&gt; Very cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwDiVnqPI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ihtUztWD-bo/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411268527089232114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxiwDiVnqPI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ihtUztWD-bo/s400/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These bag was bought a year ago. It's not vintage, but I love how it looks like a vintage mom's bag. It's a bit small, so I don't use it a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weekend guys, have lots of fun, okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-638570488753194998?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/638570488753194998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/shocking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/638570488753194998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/638570488753194998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/shocking.html' title='Shocking'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxixO1KzS9I/AAAAAAAAAt4/5oyQllO8Hag/s72-c/DSC00453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1560135640776606244</id><published>2009-12-03T11:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:07:56.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>First Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I was in a good morning mood, which is rare. Yes, I am usually a grumpy gal in the morning, because I don't like waking up early. But Han, my boyfriend, is a totally morning person. Well, I don't want to complain, so all I could say is, we complete each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Han said if both of us were working in the Police Department, I would definitely be an interrogator, and he would be a negotiator, and we would make a great team together. He even made some imaginary scenario for me and him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a.k.a.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Interrogator&lt;/strong&gt; : "Don't talk shits to me, you a**h**le. Tell me the truth! You killed the girl, didn't you?!" *beat the poor culprit to death*&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Han&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a.k.a.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Negotiator&lt;/strong&gt; : "Okay, okay, you relax. Just take a deep breath, and give me the gun. Everything will be just fine, I promise you. You won't get hurt. Okay?" *slowly and patiently approaching the suicidal guy*&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now there, that is really the truth, I have to admit. Han's and my character are totally immersely different. I am an impatient, grumpy, expressive girl. He is an (unbelievably) patient, happy, understanding guy. So that scenario is just totally us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, where was I? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OH, ya, so yesterday morning I was in good mood. So I asked Han to help me take an outfit shoot. He's a newbie in this so this is the best we can get, plus we're late for work. *On the train to work, I was complaining for half an hour about how he took the picture from his point of view and thus made me look short*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sorry for the stupid face and pose. This is my first outfit shoot, and I'm the least photogenic person in the world. The next ones will be better, promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wore this to work, so I was trying to keep it simple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7Z4AEOHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/iXrbr8ecxk8/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410858793024370802" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7Z4AEOHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/iXrbr8ecxk8/s400/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7ZVrEaQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/jDtO31yyabc/s1600-h/lbd+mustard+skirt1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410858783809497346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7ZVrEaQI/AAAAAAAAAsA/jDtO31yyabc/s400/lbd+mustard+skirt1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bodycon dress worn as top : &lt;strong&gt;Gaudi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High waisted mustard skirt with hidden front pocket : &lt;strong&gt;Hardware by Luna Maya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bag : &lt;strong&gt;Aldo&lt;/strong&gt; (Han's bought for me)&lt;br /&gt;Patent black T-bar flats : &lt;strong&gt;Gap kids &lt;/strong&gt;(i wore kids stuff!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7ZFi9fTI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wF9H_thh6L4/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410858779480522034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7ZFi9fTI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wF9H_thh6L4/s400/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these shoes. I don't usually go for a girly look, but sometimes I like to play around with this playful items. These shoes just easily give a girly look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7YukHYpI/AAAAAAAAArw/b4ExlXz6fH8/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410858773311349394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7YukHYpI/AAAAAAAAArw/b4ExlXz6fH8/s400/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bracelets from Diva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7YX5mqBI/AAAAAAAAAro/zDP4Owy9QSs/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410858767227463698" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7YX5mqBI/AAAAAAAAAro/zDP4Owy9QSs/s400/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these cute vintage earrings. Love the turqoise color. I have to cut my face off. I look really funny there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, one of my colleagues just came back from Hongkong, and he bought me some cookies and chocolates from Disneyland. They're so cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc5BBSMx0I/AAAAAAAAArg/5ml9g77rfFE/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410856166996363074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc5BBSMx0I/AAAAAAAAArg/5ml9g77rfFE/s400/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate the Mickey Mouse cookie already, and it was yummy. Very creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc5A-tj6tI/AAAAAAAAArY/VgZ6crAnlrY/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410856166305819346" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc5A-tj6tI/AAAAAAAAArY/VgZ6crAnlrY/s400/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc5AcziegI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gygrvUewZZs/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410856157204085250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc5AcziegI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gygrvUewZZs/s400/DSC00438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute packaging :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's Friday!!! Yayy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1560135640776606244?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1560135640776606244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-attempt.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1560135640776606244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1560135640776606244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-attempt.html' title='First Attempt'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sxc7Z4AEOHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/iXrbr8ecxk8/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-2154029709317818131</id><published>2009-12-02T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:10:04.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Malacca</title><content type='html'>Going back from Kuala Lumpur, we stopped by at Malacca, which is between KL and Batu Pahat, Han's hometown. I've never been to Malacca before, so I was quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, we ATE. This is our second lunch. We had lunch already in KL. Anyways, Malacca is famous with this &lt;em&gt;Satay Celup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you who's not familiar with &lt;em&gt;satay&lt;/em&gt;, it's basically skewered diced meat. But as you can see in the picture, the satay there is not meat. They have variety of things being skewered, like beancurd, sausages, fishballs, veggie (the suspicious green thing), fishcakes, &lt;em&gt;you tiao&lt;/em&gt; (Chinese crullers), and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celup&lt;/em&gt; means dip. So basically, there's a hotpot in the middle of the table, boiling. You're supposed to dip the satay into the boiling sauce. Some kind of fondue. But the sauce is traditional satay peanut sauce. They're really good. Some people drive all the way from Singapore, or other parts of Malaysia to Malacca just to eat this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTELoV_TNI/AAAAAAAAArI/ze7IwmThH_8/s1600/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410164756466060498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTELoV_TNI/AAAAAAAAArI/ze7IwmThH_8/s400/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first tray. We had our second and third tray. Oh btw, it's more like a buffet thing. So we have to take our satays ourselves. Fun, right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTELNYj0tI/AAAAAAAAArA/ywAJexR1boY/s1600/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410164749229085394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTELNYj0tI/AAAAAAAAArA/ywAJexR1boY/s400/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot peanut sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTDExtHSBI/AAAAAAAAAq4/JPhcszQzEPk/s1600/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410163539208259602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTDExtHSBI/AAAAAAAAAq4/JPhcszQzEPk/s400/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture to let you drool over, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after three trays of satay celup, we went to this old town area. The place was so traditional, reminded me of my hometown. Some old houses and traditional market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCWLZaDnI/AAAAAAAAAqY/y8OVwOKO6Jw/s1600/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410162738651074162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCWLZaDnI/AAAAAAAAAqY/y8OVwOKO6Jw/s400/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCVjc8F9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/912a4JTZVJo/s1600/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410162727928469458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCVjc8F9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/912a4JTZVJo/s400/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCVLavKQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/obw4bpxr74Q/s1600/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410162721476782338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCVLavKQI/AAAAAAAAAqI/obw4bpxr74Q/s400/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCAShZl5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/SZfMktCcnyU/s1600/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410162362606524306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTCAShZl5I/AAAAAAAAAqA/SZfMktCcnyU/s400/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, we passed by this river. The weather that day was nice for me. A bit cloudy, and a little windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTB_0Q4ecI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YCpUoX2QYc4/s1600/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410162354484181442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTB_0Q4ecI/AAAAAAAAAp4/YCpUoX2QYc4/s400/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTB_Q32hOI/AAAAAAAAApw/u7OM0_NLMBs/s1600/DSC00905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410162344983954658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTB_Q32hOI/AAAAAAAAApw/u7OM0_NLMBs/s400/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very old clock tower, from either Dutch or Portuguese colonization era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTB--L2RtI/AAAAAAAAApo/pJ1UabLWFYY/s1600/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410162339967551186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTB--L2RtI/AAAAAAAAApo/pJ1UabLWFYY/s400/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old church. It's from 1753, as you can see there. Wow, it's like more than 250 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNp9dzhwVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eqoYm02upDY/s1600/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409784082095784274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNp9dzhwVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/eqoYm02upDY/s400/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTDDKf3bLI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yCyt4Fi7YVk/s1600/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410163511503842482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTDDKf3bLI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yCyt4Fi7YVk/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent around 1 hour there, then it started drizzling. So we rushed back to the car before it started raining. When we were about to reach the parking area, it was already raining quite hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up wet inside the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wew, it was quite fun though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-2154029709317818131?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2154029709317818131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/malacca.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2154029709317818131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2154029709317818131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/12/malacca.html' title='Malacca'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxTELoV_TNI/AAAAAAAAArI/ze7IwmThH_8/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-7751665585788449699</id><published>2009-11-30T14:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:59:03.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur</title><content type='html'>Hi all :) How's your weekend? Hope you all had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had long weekends here in Singapore. So me, Han, and his family went for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kuala Lumpur. This was my second time to KL, but last time was a day trip so I didn't really get to enjoy a lot of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han's sisters used to stay in KL, so they're quite familiar with it. They said that in KL what we could do are just shopping and eating. Well, for me those are just enough ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots I took around the hotel we stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNuF7Lg6BI/AAAAAAAAApg/JS1s4oLo3GY/s1600/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409788625466484754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNuF7Lg6BI/AAAAAAAAApg/JS1s4oLo3GY/s400/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNuFUyjs6I/AAAAAAAAApY/jezkbgbtJlw/s1600/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409788615161263010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNuFUyjs6I/AAAAAAAAApY/jezkbgbtJlw/s400/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNttHvLZvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fgFwMq0Y4iU/s1600/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409788199340566258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNttHvLZvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fgFwMq0Y4iU/s400/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL somehow reminds me of Indonesia, not many tall buildings like what we have in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sungei Wang was one of the mall we went to. There are many small shops there, selling anything. Clothes, shoes, accessories, electronics, anything. And they're cheap. I got some good stuffs here, will post it tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNtsq0qnjI/AAAAAAAAApI/GjJ2hQAvlRw/s1600/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409788191578955314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNtsq0qnjI/AAAAAAAAApI/GjJ2hQAvlRw/s400/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNtsF3lbhI/AAAAAAAAApA/MDI_3B16B6E/s1600/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409788181659086354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNtsF3lbhI/AAAAAAAAApA/MDI_3B16B6E/s400/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL is also famous of its delicacy. We didn't get to try a lot of famous food there. But what we had was good enough for me. Here's one lunch we had in a small restaurant called Soo Kee (as I remembered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNs7FZYskI/AAAAAAAAAow/1RDHCm5o3wc/s1600/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409787339718832706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNs7FZYskI/AAAAAAAAAow/1RDHCm5o3wc/s400/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is called &lt;em&gt;paper wrapped chicken.&lt;/em&gt; Han loves it. It's marinated chicked wrapped in a kinda paper and then grilled. The paper wrap actually worked really well 'cause it sealed all the juices and sauces inside the chicken. Thus, the chicked was really tender and full of flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNs6jiHXVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/HxDPnCjZBgg/s1600/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409787330628640082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNs6jiHXVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/HxDPnCjZBgg/s400/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is &lt;em&gt;beef kway tiaw.&lt;/em&gt; The beef was really tender! Yumm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrQIARtVI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8GlilParERM/s1600/DSC00322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785502172820818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrQIARtVI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/8GlilParERM/s400/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the best and the specialty dish there, &lt;em&gt;Prawn crispy noodle. &lt;/em&gt;The prawns are huge. They are so tender and juicy. And the sauce was creamy. I love the crispy noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrPvZ0rbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/b6t7qVXB9TE/s1600/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785495569083826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrPvZ0rbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/b6t7qVXB9TE/s400/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to this huge mall called Pavillion. It's kinda new. And they have anything. Any brand you want, they have 'em. Okay, maybe not ALL, but really a looottt. I was drolling while passing by Marc Jacobs, Prada, Gucci, Giuseppe Zanotti, Chloe, Burberry, ohh and the list went on. Ooh, they have a huge Forever 21, the biggest I've ever seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrPAcjcDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/INfWadF6k24/s1600/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785482964070450" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrPAcjcDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/INfWadF6k24/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq340ee-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/xQH0oij2HDI/s1600/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785085779934178" style="WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq340ee-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/xQH0oij2HDI/s400/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some reindeers and sleigh  in front of pavilion. They were pretty at night when the lights are on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrO-PFElI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ifytd4K7icE/s1600/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785482370683474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNrO-PFElI/AAAAAAAAAn4/Ifytd4K7icE/s400/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uh Hu Hu! tiny cheese cake. Yes, the bakery's name is Uh Hu Hu! They sell cheese cake in a cup. A few scoop size. Makes you keep wanting more. These are caramelised, and tangy lemon. Love them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq4uuqhiI/AAAAAAAAAno/1e4k_Z-XmD4/s1600/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785100251072034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq4uuqhiI/AAAAAAAAAno/1e4k_Z-XmD4/s400/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having some cakes and latte after a long shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq4D8hmII/AAAAAAAAAng/R4H1qEqEG2E/s1600/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785088766482562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq4D8hmII/AAAAAAAAAng/R4H1qEqEG2E/s400/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq3Ji_INI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KZBIcWM7VcU/s1600/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409785073090109650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNq3Ji_INI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KZBIcWM7VcU/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all dolled up for Christmas already. Love 'em :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home, we visited Malacca, another city in Malaysia, famous for it's old town area. They have some old buildings and construction, built during Portuguese and Dutch colonization. Will post it tomorrow, need to finish some work now :( I'm still in holiday mood today, thus the laziness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun Monday all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-7751665585788449699?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7751665585788449699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/kuala-lumpur.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7751665585788449699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7751665585788449699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/kuala-lumpur.html' title='Kuala Lumpur'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SxNuF7Lg6BI/AAAAAAAAApg/JS1s4oLo3GY/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5126209355690481580</id><published>2009-11-23T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:27:30.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>What I Deserved on Weekend</title><content type='html'>I've promised myself to eat healthy, which I did. But weekends are exception, right? Anyone deserves something more on weekends after working hard on weekdays. I'm sure you all agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition of something more is good food and good shopping. I was a very good girl last weekend for not doing any shopping. So, I deserve some reward! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we were heading to "New York New York" resto. The menu looked really tempting, you know, those types of American "guity pleasure" food. The place was huge, and nicely decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Swn0H3UJjdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7jbqgWY3DmU/s1600/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121243579715026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Swn0H3UJjdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7jbqgWY3DmU/s400/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Swn0HvSnWrI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_QG7ATAydyI/s1600/DSC00890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121241425795762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Swn0HvSnWrI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_QG7ATAydyI/s400/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer platter, which consists of spicy chicken wings, fried breaded mushrooms, calamari, fries. I like the mushrooms and chicken wings. They were not bad, but also not really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Swn0G5hX-ZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/76hDYszUsNo/s1600/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121226992187794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Swn0G5hX-ZI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/76hDYszUsNo/s400/DSC00891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main is this Whole Rotisserie Spring Chicken. Shared for two, which is a wise decision. It came with a small portion of salad, and wedges. The chicked was quite nice actually. I like the taste of the spices they use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we just sat at Starbucks, having my favourite Caramel Macchiato. We have been looking for houses 'till now, so we're quite busy browsing through newspapers and internet. Recently, houses' price in Singapore is sky high, and that's becoming more and more frustrating everyday. We can only pray everyday that God will provide us the best right on time. Wish us luck dearests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5126209355690481580?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5126209355690481580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-deserved-on-weekend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5126209355690481580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5126209355690481580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-deserved-on-weekend.html' title='What I Deserved on Weekend'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Swn0H3UJjdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7jbqgWY3DmU/s72-c/DSC00892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-7134624608054922759</id><published>2009-11-20T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:03:11.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Just Give Me This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwYu05aoojI/AAAAAAAAAmA/LGPYRxN57EU/s1600/room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406059889005470258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwYu05aoojI/AAAAAAAAAmA/LGPYRxN57EU/s400/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will live..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the idea of having huge windows, laying down on a sea of couch pillows, browsing through a stack of magazine, feeling the warmth of morning sunshine, or looking at the falling rain, sipping a warm cup of coffee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, I really do need a little bit of these to make my day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: I'm saddened by the current news of Daul Kim passed away. She was such an amazing model, and I really admire her as a great model, and as a quirky yet adorable person. You'll be missed, Daul. Hugs and love for her family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwYwjfpDvqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/s0HvXNo40ls/s1600/daul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406061789052124834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwYwjfpDvqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/s0HvXNo40ls/s400/daul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-7134624608054922759?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7134624608054922759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-give-me-this.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7134624608054922759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7134624608054922759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-give-me-this.html' title='Just Give Me This'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwYu05aoojI/AAAAAAAAAmA/LGPYRxN57EU/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4477944193511928538</id><published>2009-11-19T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:10:33.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>My New Oxford Lover</title><content type='html'>I've been searching for the perfect Oxford shoes since like months ago. But all those shoe shops that I often visit (sometimes too often that I can tell their whole collection, and where to find them) ended up disappoint me. They either have high-heeled oxford, or patent oxford. None of them are my dream ones. What I want is a simple flat "leather" lace-up pointy oxford, with wing tip accent. Well, it doesn't sound simple anymore, but among thousands shoe shops in Singapore, can't I just find one pair? I don't even mind about the colour. Let it be brown, black, pink, blue, or green, I will take it. Okay maybe not green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got so frustrated (Yeah, I got frustrated over shoes, that's how I love shoes) after a few month of searching with no result. I did found a few pairs I'm quite interested about, but it's from online shops. And I prefer trying up and feeling my shoes before buying them. So, I skipped online shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week, me and Han went to Dhoby Gaut. We stopped by at Plasa Singapura to have our lunch at Carl's Junior. I had Cheese Chilli Fries, Cheese Curry Chicken Cubes (this one bought from small snack stall next to it), and Guacamole Bacon burger. When Han almost puked of being too full, I was still enjoying my food happily. Yes, we ate the same portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after lunch, we went around the mall, and I suddenly found this shoe shop. Automatically, I went into it. I walked around and out of sudden I halted. I saw these pair of Brown Oxford standing gloriously on the rack. They were pointy, leathery, flat, lace-up, and wing tip-y, exactly how I wanted them to be. I almost jumped onto them, really. I asked the shop assistant to get my size, tried them on (perfect!), and bought them. And now their mine!! Hahahaha! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiZPNYGWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ydYfQLNeudk/s1600/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405624007214504290" style="WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiZPNYGWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ydYfQLNeudk/s400/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiYv20PHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kM2fNi_mfH4/s1600/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405623998798380146" style="WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiYv20PHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/kM2fNi_mfH4/s400/DSC00876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the wing tip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiYPbaaUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/XRCyXdorV1Y/s1600/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405623990093506882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiYPbaaUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/XRCyXdorV1Y/s400/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, that's Anpan-man. A famous character from Japan. Han bought it for me when he was in Japan for business trip. He said it looks like him (the head part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiX5FAZpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BFLRlzsUbfg/s1600/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405623984093947538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiX5FAZpI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BFLRlzsUbfg/s400/DSC00888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time wearing it. I wore them with my cuffed jeans, and loose button-up shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, can you believe it's Thursday again?? Time really goes fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4477944193511928538?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4477944193511928538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-oxford-lover.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4477944193511928538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4477944193511928538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-oxford-lover.html' title='My New Oxford Lover'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwSiZPNYGWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ydYfQLNeudk/s72-c/DSC00883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5864200741580099228</id><published>2009-11-17T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:39:45.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Blown Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=50974_VogueFra_March07_003_NatashaP.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/50974_VogueFra_March07_003_NatashaP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=viaboxofstyle1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/viaboxofstyle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=51200_VogueFra_March07_008_FrejaBeh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/51200_VogueFra_March07_008_FrejaBeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=51306_VogueFra_March07_011_NatashaP.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/51306_VogueFra_March07_011_NatashaP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=viaboxofstyle2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/viaboxofstyle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=VOGU12March2007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/VOGU12March2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/?action=view&amp;amp;current=51299_VogueFra_March07_010_NatashaP.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/51299_VogueFra_March07_010_NatashaP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Soleil de Minuit&lt;/em&gt;" Vogue Paris, march 2007&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Poly &amp;amp; Freja Beha&lt;br /&gt;Stylist : Emanuelle Alt&lt;br /&gt;Photographers : Inez van Lamsweerde &amp;amp; Vinoodh Matadin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BLOWN AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can't believe it is actually from 2007 Vogue, they look so "in" (borrowing Heidi Klum's term), with a little vintage feeling (although 2007 is not considered as vintage), which makes it even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5864200741580099228?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5864200741580099228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/blown-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5864200741580099228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5864200741580099228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/blown-away.html' title='Blown Away'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa52/kaiababa/Blog%202009/th_50974_VogueFra_March07_003_NatashaP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5577763575100150261</id><published>2009-11-17T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:38:43.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Taking Singapore's Train</title><content type='html'>I have been living in Singapore for 1 year, and train has become one part of my life. I took the train almost everyday during rush-hours. If you ask about Singapore's train, I would seriously have no idea how to answer. One part of me hate it to the core. But another part, guess what, finds it quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to say why I hate it, 'cause you might have known. How people squeeze in into an already packed train is one. How people behave inside an overly packed train is another one. Seriuosly if you want to know one's real character, you can take him/her for a train ride. Make sure it's rush hour, and the train is super packed. It works magic! Before you get serious with a date, take your date for a train ride. You will reach your destination either falling deeply in love, or getting extremely turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there are times when I find train ride quite "interesting". Why, you asked? Because a lot of funny things happen on the train. You get to see "raw and true" character of people inside it, and that sometimes can be annoying yet funny. Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday me and Han were inside a fully packed train. I was standing in front of the seats row. Beside me were Han and another guy (call him A). When the train stopped at a station, the guy who were sitting in front of me stood up to alight. I stepped aside a bit, to let him through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Under unwritten law and simple train ethics, that seat was mine. Unless I choose to keep standing up, then other can take the seat. Anyways, the train was real packed, so the only persons who could get to the seat fast were either me, Han, or A. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it seemed like one person wasn't aware about this ethics. This lady (not even old, I think around 30 plus) chose to forcefully &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squeeze through&lt;/span&gt; the sea of people from like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4 metres away&lt;/span&gt; towards my position. And while i was stepping aside to let the guy go through, she &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squeezed in&lt;/span&gt; between me and another guy and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;took the only seat empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes of course, the bloody seat right in front of me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn, she was fast! After sitting, she didn't even dare to look up, not even once. She took out her cell-phone and played bloody solitaire!! I was furious!! I mean, i didn't even mean to sit, seriously! I meant to let anyone else to sit, maybe the elder lady behind me, or that tired-looking little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This woman, woahh I really cannot believe it, she acted like she was playing seat-grabbing game. The one who get the seat managed to go to the next level. But, here, NOONE is playing with her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, it was actually quite funny. Seems like she was so desperate to sit. I still can remember her face when she was squeezing through the crowd. Ridiculously funny. She looked like one of those ladies who run through a sea of other ladies to get a pair of leather boots across the room in a sample sale. The difference is, a pair of boots worth the fight, but one stupid train seat???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's another funny thing I realised about train passengers here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Singapore, two most corner seats in the row are reserved for elderly, pregnant women, disables, and those carrying kids. But of course, when non of those mentioned people are on board, anyone can take the seats. However, it seems like the corner seats are very comfortable, that most people who sit there fall asleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first I thought that life in Singapore was very busy that people didn't have time to sleep, and thus had to sleep on the train. But then I realised, that they are not really asleep, 'cause their position are actually very steady and stable, even when the train gets shaky. And, when it comes to their stop, they are always magically awake, and there's no sign of someone who just woke up. When I told my friend, he said that some people, NOT ALL, pretend to be sleeping so that they don't have to give up their seats. WTH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, the purpose of this post is actually to rant about train incident that I encounter recently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But well, I still love taking trains. Especially when you give up seat for a cute old lady who smiles sincerely at you and say thank you repeatedly, when a mommy holding a cute little baby sits next to you, and you can enjoy the cuteness, when a small family with happy faces wearing causal tees and shorts enters the train to go to the zoo on the weekend. Yeah, despite some of those incidents, I guess, Singapore's train is still worth the ride :)&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/3823455773700220965-5577763575100150261?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5577763575100150261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-singapores-train.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5577763575100150261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5577763575100150261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-singapores-train.html' title='Taking Singapore&apos;s Train'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1684486371464245951</id><published>2009-11-16T10:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:33:33.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Prata and Ambush</title><content type='html'>You might be thinking what kind of stupid title it is. It sounds stupid even for me. But let me tell you what it is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about food, food, and FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ROTI PRATA HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is prata. You all might have known what prata is. Prata is a traditional Indian crepe, accompanied with curry sauce. Prata is everywhere in Singapore. And last Friday, since we're still quite full, me and boyfriend (his name is Han, so from now on I'll say Han instead of my boyfriend, just because it's shorter. And yes, I'm lazy even to type a few more letters.) decided to just grab some snack for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We ended up at this Indian open-air eating house, which looks quite convincing from the number of people eating there. So let's cut to the chase, here's what we have :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHXdBfz0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/9HzrCrauksQ/s1600/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404538758586421058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHXdBfz0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/9HzrCrauksQ/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended by one of Singapore's newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHW2smkpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/e6qqYB6W7zg/s1600/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404538748298236562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHW2smkpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/e6qqYB6W7zg/s400/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they don't only sell pratas. They sell &lt;strong&gt;loads&lt;/strong&gt; variety of food. This is only a part of their menu. So yeah, I suddenly felt hungry, and had a hard time choosing my order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHWpJ9-cI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9_cm4L1Pi0Q/s1600/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404538744663308738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHWpJ9-cI/AAAAAAAAAlI/9_cm4L1Pi0Q/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinks are also fabulous. This is Han's &lt;em&gt;Teh Tarik, &lt;/em&gt;literally means pulled tea&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;It's a mixture of tea and milk (I think it's condensed milk). What special is the way they mix it. They have two cups in each hand, pour the tea from one cup to another from like 1.5 metres height. It results as this foamy (it doesn't look foamy anymore because Han drank it before I took picture, poor boy was so thirsty) smooth and creamy flavoured milk tea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHWCTpZgI/AAAAAAAAAlA/GQe3oVph04A/s1600/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404538734234920450" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHWCTpZgI/AAAAAAAAAlA/GQe3oVph04A/s400/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is called &lt;em&gt;Kopi Cino.&lt;/em&gt; It's actually a local kind of latte, frothed milk and coffee. But the milk they use is the special ingredients. They use a mixture of condensed milk and evaporated milk, then froth it. This is one of my top favourite coffee! I love it especially when I don't really need a shot of caffeine. The light coffee taste, and creamy milk really make the best soothing feeling ever :) Even for those who don't drink coffee, I still suggest you to try this one. You'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGe32UBvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/4dkQv6jABbY/s1600/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537786534725362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGe32UBvI/AAAAAAAAAk4/4dkQv6jABbY/s400/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little devil is called &lt;em&gt;Maggie mee goreng.&lt;/em&gt; It's basically noodle, fried with special (spicy, which cause the red colour) sauce, egg, fried sliced beancurd and veggie. It's damn good. They serve it with some pickles and sweet and sour sauce on the side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGesxzm3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/oIONZOe5OOA/s1600/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537783563033458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGesxzm3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/oIONZOe5OOA/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is called Chicken &lt;em&gt;Murtabak.&lt;/em&gt; It's a kind of crepe, filled with some curry chicken, and then fried. They give two kind of curry sauce, chicken and fish. I prefer fish, 'cause it has more taste, a bit sour. Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMBUSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our weekend dinner :) We found this nice new resto in Jurong Point. Yes, the name is Ambush. They sell quite a lot of food, but their specialty is Bratwurst, Germany sausages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what we have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGeGKtYSI/AAAAAAAAAko/vHlym-nz-LY/s1600/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537773198500130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGeGKtYSI/AAAAAAAAAko/vHlym-nz-LY/s400/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My order is Trio Meat (chicken, salmon, and bratwurst) Paella. Paella, as you can see, is a Spanish rice dish. The rice is cooked in a broth mixed with tomatoes, chicken, peppers, mushrooms, and some other ingredients which I can't tell. They taste really nice and homey. It is like a bowl of Mom's chicken soup, which is really soothing, and you'll never get bored of it. Love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGd88nIXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ElboAielOFc/s1600/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537770723451250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGd88nIXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ElboAielOFc/s400/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han chose this Sausage Platter, which were amazing!! It's a platter of Chicken and cheese sausage, mutton sausage, and pork sausage, served with salad in balsamic vinaigrette, and stir fried potatoes and onion. I didn't get to try the salad, but the potatoes are really yummy. The sausages are really good. My favourite is the chicken cheese. It's so juicy that when you cut it the juices will burst out wildly to the next table, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGda4ElxI/AAAAAAAAAkY/rr4yKyJb6Cw/s1600/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537761577604882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDGda4ElxI/AAAAAAAAAkY/rr4yKyJb6Cw/s400/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the clean plates, which shows how good the food is. Must-try!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a happy monday all!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I found the best oxford shoes yesterday. It is exactly like how I always wanted them to be. I'll post the photos tomorrow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1684486371464245951?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1684486371464245951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/prata-and-ambush.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1684486371464245951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1684486371464245951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/prata-and-ambush.html' title='Prata and Ambush'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SwDHXdBfz0I/AAAAAAAAAlY/9HzrCrauksQ/s72-c/DSC00831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1486950723533981279</id><published>2009-11-12T15:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:18:11.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Sunshine, Beach, Seafood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvEle4L-jI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yCgQLnzbryM/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403128326183975474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvEle4L-jI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yCgQLnzbryM/s400/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvAFIcYeyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/AEJ6vttaIZM/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403123372359449378" style="WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvAFIcYeyI/AAAAAAAAAj4/AEJ6vttaIZM/s400/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvAFnic0GI/AAAAAAAAAkA/EiurLmbOr04/s1600-h/DSC00809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403123380706398306" style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvAFnic0GI/AAAAAAAAAkA/EiurLmbOr04/s400/DSC00809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvAEl1EwiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GI33JLD0JbM/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403123363067773474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvAEl1EwiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GI33JLD0JbM/s400/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I know that the title and the picture are irrelevant. But for me, it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay!!!&lt;/p&gt;Sunshine, beaches, seafood, here I come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be going with my boyfriend (his first visit to Bali) and my family (our 8th visit, since Bali is like 1.5 hours by plane from our hometown, cool huh? haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although it's my 8th visit, I never get sick of Bali. I love the beaches, the food, the atmosphere, the people, everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what's the picture's story? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This cute fedora, I purchased last week. When I first saw it, I could see me wearing it, guess where? On the beach! With some beach dresses, or simple tee and shorts, or even swimwear and cover-ups. I was in love even with the idea. Then I tried it on, and it felt just right, comfortable as if it was custom-made for my head. I also love the design, the knitted look, the thin leathery braided belt, and the bronze ring. So, of course, I bought it :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, it is sitting quietly inside my wardrobe, waiting for December. I can't wait myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's you holiday plan guys?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1486950723533981279?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1486950723533981279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunshine-beach-seafood.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1486950723533981279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1486950723533981279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunshine-beach-seafood.html' title='Sunshine, Beach, Seafood'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvvEle4L-jI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yCgQLnzbryM/s72-c/DSC00808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6237775050595195872</id><published>2009-11-11T17:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:25:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Vs Girls</title><content type='html'>I read this forwarded email yesterday. It's supposed to be a "cry" of a guy's heart about women. It is (my self-presumed) written by a guy who (most probably) doesn't have a girlfriend. How do I know he (most probably) doesn't have a girlfriend? Wait until you read what he wrote, then you will see WHY he doesn't have one. Haha. Fine, actually I found this list quite amusing. So girls, you can read it as an entertainment. Guys, you are welcome to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, I didn't mean to insult this guy, or any guys in general. He did get a point here and there, but still the things he pointed out are common things about women that all guys (again, selfish self-presumed) should have known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will comment the list just because I cannot stand not to argue, haha.. (my comment in blue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read and learn!! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(I will)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side. These are our rules! Please note these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt;! Print this out and pass to your partner for a greater understanding: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(print out and pass? don't you think she will assume you're too scared to say it at her face?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us [beep][beep][beep][beep][beep]ing about you leaving it down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: *slap everyone, ya boys and girls* WAKE UP y'all!! Right now I'm [beep][beep][beep][beep][beep]ing, because you are fighting over toilet seats when there are actually other things to think about other than toilet seats!! Duh..M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e and bf &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; have problem with this. If it's down when he wants to use, he lifts it up. If it's up when I want to use, I put it down. THAT easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;solution: buy two toilet bowls, a normal one, and male-only one. OR simply do what my bf and I do, which is lift-up and put-down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present yet again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: and let you anyhow buy some stupid stuffed animals at the nearest shopping centre an hour before we meet up for romantic dinner?? yeah right..Get your lazy ass up and think of something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;solution: I repeat..Get your lazy ass up and think of something!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, the point is what we want is not a &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; gift, what we want is a gift that is acquired and given &lt;strong&gt;with all your heart&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes, we KNOW if it's only a last minute gift..Believe me..It's written all over your face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument:Oh, I'm living with every second of it in joy! So you think we're thinking about you &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the time? Sorry, but we have other better things to think about also. The Leopard booties, that new Zara dress, the cool leather jacket, the stacking laundry (ya, sorry but &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt; dirty laundry is more important than you), the entertainment shows, world peace, and sooo many other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;solution:Okay, maybe sometimes we require more time together. But we're girls. Girls are supposed to be pampered once in a while. That's how we are. Live with it. Just give her a few minutes to just cuddle, and then you can proceed with your soccer game. How 'bout that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Don't cut your hair, Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: well, this convince me that the person who write this is a complete idiot. "Don't cut your hair, Ever" is the worst style suggestion I have ever heard. Let me just show you pictures that explain why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7896/2020/1600/long_hair07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7896/2020/1600/long_hair07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvuXSL012hI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rw0bWR8g-NY/s1600-h/very-short-hair-styles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403078516628904466" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvuXSL012hI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rw0bWR8g-NY/s400/very-short-hair-styles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;which one you want us to look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;solution: don't say anything about your girlfriend hair unless more than 5 people tell you that you have a good sense of style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Crying is blackmail. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: we're chicks, and we cry. Not to threaten you, but because we're sad or upset, or happy, or shocked, or anything. We cry because of almost all reason. Live with it, and act like a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;solution: instead of becoming a paranoid and ask us to stop crying, just be a man and give your shoulder to cry on. Instead of saying "please stop" or "what the hell happened?", just say "it's okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I always say anything in my mind loud and clear. So I cannot really comment on this. I cannot really stand people who talk using hints either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument:this guy is an idiot. Did I say that already? You don't remember dates? Do you remember when that coolest game of the year is going to be launched? I bet you do. Your girlfriend's birthday and anniversary. Two dates only, and you can't remember? You need to check your brain, dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Most guys own three pairs of shoes -- tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: Hallooo?? we're asking your opinion only! Just say which one you think is good! We will go with our own choice anyway. We're just asking your opinion, just because you're special, and we want to look good, so that you can be proud walking with a beautiful girlfriend wearing shoes that match her dress!! It's all for you man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You: honey, what's for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You: What do you mean no? You don't cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You: Why? I'm starving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm, okay, I can live doing that. Can you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument:What's so hard with holding your crying girlfriend (because she just got bullied by her colleague) and just kiss her on the forehead, and calm her down? You prefer squeezing your brain juice to find solutions and talk a long talk? When we come home crying, you prefer we call our girlfriends and talk, while you are sitting there doing nothing, just because we're looking for sympathy other than solutions? You're weird man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Check your oil! Please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What oil? Anyone knows what this guy is talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This guy is flicker-minded and those scared of commitment type. He even refused to be responsible of what he said..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We refuse to answer. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument:If we think we're fat, we think we're fat. The reason we ask you is to get some comfort and encouragement. And it doesn't help if you refuse to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;solution:just say "Maybe you gain a little weight, but I still love you no matter what. What if we go exercise together? I still want to see you in that new little black dress ;)" If you say that, we will just love you more. And the fact that you encourage us to lose some weight by doing exercise and even offer yourself to accompany us is the greatest encouragement ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;coward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I often do this to my boyfriend. He fixed the toilet door, something that I'm certainly unable to do. But I stood there with him telling him to do this and that. I know it's annoying but sometimes I cannot stand not to say it. My BF just laugh it off. I'm so lucky to have him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: "Uhh..honey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You: "Shh, wait until commercials"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: "...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;after 10 mins, and it's commercials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You: "What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: "Half of the house is on fire" (Okay it's not possible, but i'm just trying to give an extreme example)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm ridiculously bad in directions myself, so I have no rights to argue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. All men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. We have no idea what mauve is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This morning I asked my BF whether he knows what fuschia is or not. As I expected he doesn't know. So I told him. Then I asked what indigo is. He said it's blue. I asked what kind of blue. He said bright blue. I don't bother to explain. I asked what &lt;strong&gt;turquoise&lt;/strong&gt; is. He said, "&lt;strong&gt;tortoise&lt;/strong&gt; is turtle that live on land." I gave up. Guys DO see in only 16 colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We didn't ask you to mind-read us, 'cause that will be scary (We don't want you to know that we think the guy we just passed was cute). We just want you to use your brain and think a bit beyond what we say. Or at least ask something when you see our sulky face expression, instead of staying quite because we don't say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument:Actually I'm not those kind of girls who say "nothing" when something is obviously wrong. But I assume a lot of girls do things like this (from what I see on TV). So guys, my advise, when a girl says "nothing" to that question, ask again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One note for this guy, you know she's lying, but it's just not worth the hassle? Are you stupid or what? I guess that's why you don't have a girlfriend. I know you don't. It's because you don't know how to treat a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: Okay, I'll wear my green polka-dot maxi skirt, with purple-red striped shirt, and a set of colorful bangles, three layers of croc's teeth necklace, a blue cowbay's hat, and mustard-color cowboys boots. Hey, I wear a matching cowboy's hat and boots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"How do I look, dear?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Why you keep quiet? Does my look amaze you?*wink*" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you don't run away after seeing your girlfriend dressed as said, you must have come from another planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You have enough clothes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: Bear this in mind! Girls will NEVER have enough clothes. If you choose to live with two shirts, one pants, three undies, and two pair of shoes, then fine, live your life. We choose to live in colors and styles! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You have too many shoes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argument: I do have too many shoes. And too many shoes are just never enough. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I won't argue on this. Beer is exciting for me too, although handbags are a bit more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I'm not a feminist. And I did this post out of fun, just to release some long-kept anger on men (thanks to all my ex-boyfriends). I know that girls can be annoying to boys, and boys to girls. But it's just because we're different, and hey, that's what makes the whole relationship thing special, right. So boys and girls, live with the difference and be considerate. That's all I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiuh, long post, I hope I don't bore you with it. Have a nice day all! Tomorrow's weekend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6237775050595195872?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6237775050595195872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-read-this-forwarded-email-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6237775050595195872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6237775050595195872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-read-this-forwarded-email-yesterday.html' title='Boys Vs Girls'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvuXSL012hI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rw0bWR8g-NY/s72-c/very-short-hair-styles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4015343993965487158</id><published>2009-11-11T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:39:10.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>I'll be Home for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is still 5 weeks away, but I can smell the excitement already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes baby, I'm going back home for Christmas. Just the thought of it makes my heart beat faster in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you all agree that Christmas is the best holiday of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bit too early to talk about Christmas. But I'll just give you all a little sneak peak. Yesterday, me and BF had dinner in Orchard. Orchard, if you don't know, is a stretch of road with loadsss of shopping centres and malls alongside. It's like HEAVEN for shopaholics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after dinner, we took a walk to the train station, and we went pass a shopping centre which is already covered with lights, and shiny things (I can't tell what those things are). They're ready to welcome Christmas already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowvzCUUGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/6wBypDo45zw/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402684300696244322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowvzCUUGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/6wBypDo45zw/s400/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Svowu3JUmvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qnKfLK1TD_o/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402684284619496178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Svowu3JUmvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qnKfLK1TD_o/s400/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that huge Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowvafKwfI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aik2R2KkeIA/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402684294106366450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowvafKwfI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aik2R2KkeIA/s400/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowND_-hXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/q8G1kJLVrU8/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402683703954408818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowND_-hXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/q8G1kJLVrU8/s400/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowMgC2XTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/u2_mdmkgMxg/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402683694302780722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowMgC2XTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/u2_mdmkgMxg/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowMGqn1BI/AAAAAAAAAi4/2fos_XKcMj8/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402683687490278418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowMGqn1BI/AAAAAAAAAi4/2fos_XKcMj8/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only one mall, and Orchard has like a hundred malls. Can't wait to see all of them dolled up for Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you all start buying Christmas gifts already??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4015343993965487158?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4015343993965487158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-home-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4015343993965487158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4015343993965487158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-home-for-christmas.html' title='I&apos;ll be Home for Christmas'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvowvzCUUGI/AAAAAAAAAjg/6wBypDo45zw/s72-c/DSC00822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-9100921536770636276</id><published>2009-11-10T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:42:27.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>I Found The Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>...and it's not my boyfriend, so don't worry I'm not going to talk about my boyfriend this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have found myself a true love, to whom I will abide forever, seriously. Let me introduce you to this sweet baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKvk-3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAio/Hn8IG50bVV4/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290671760926706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKvk-3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAio/Hn8IG50bVV4/s400/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mango Mousse Crumble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's freakin' yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKvT0TQgI/AAAAAAAAAig/AEUPbACu2yw/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290667153211906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKvT0TQgI/AAAAAAAAAig/AEUPbACu2yw/s400/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Genius who create the said work of art, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Da Paolo from Gastronomia&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I wish I can make the font blinking gloriously 'cause that's what I see everytime I step my foot on this place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend took me to this small deli months ago (yes, he introduced, so I still love him and I would not leave him for this new found love). It is located near my house (VERY near! how did I live here for months, not knowing such joy exist within 1km??!!?? I'm so pissed, my life before mango mousse crumble was completely wasted man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I really adore this place. They sell variaties of food. Their shelves are stocked with superior assortment of wine, olive oil, pasta, and coffee beans (!!) directly imported from Italy. They also have variety of ready made starters, salads, main dishes and DESSERTS, in addition to a wide selection of heat-and-serve soups, pasta sauces, freshly-made pasta, breads (baked daily), takeaway pizza and CAKES. Sounds really appetiting, right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, back to the main topic. Here's what I got yesterday, after months of craving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKnyseZWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/kKdtUZehBKg/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290538002933090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKnyseZWI/AAAAAAAAAiY/kKdtUZehBKg/s400/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one might not look appetiting, but I assure you, once you get to smell a little of its creamy crumble and fragrant mango, you will just.......hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKnd_JHeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rQ9X-k6hdvY/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290532444085730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKnd_JHeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rQ9X-k6hdvY/s400/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact I'm eating it right now (Please don't hate me, but I really cannot stand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKnNui1VI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fJtsRHHFmD0/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290528079500626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKnNui1VI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fJtsRHHFmD0/s400/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mousse is just heavenly. Sweet, very "mango" (I don't know what adjective to describe it with, sorry), and literally "melt-in-your-mouth". All those combined with the chunky crumbles, which add a wee bit of texture. The crumbs are unbelievably creamy and buttery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just simply Heaven in a box. I literally lick up all the left small bit of mousse and crumbs in the box (I know it's gross, but I really did that, it's THAT good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKmqpkh8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/KeR0HdnyvIA/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290518663399362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKmqpkh8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/KeR0HdnyvIA/s400/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more picture, just because it's too delicious and I love it so much ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little confession of a sinner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was not my dinner. I ate bakchor mee (noodle in special spicy sauce with minched meat, stir-fried mushrooms, fishball, fishcakes, and sliced abalone, nice!!) for dinner, and around 9 pm I gobbled up this mango moussey. Please forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-9100921536770636276?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/9100921536770636276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-found-love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9100921536770636276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9100921536770636276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-found-love-of-my-life.html' title='I Found The Love of My Life'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvjKvk-3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAio/Hn8IG50bVV4/s72-c/DSC00798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4951837596130755586</id><published>2009-11-07T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:30:06.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 667px" alt="" src="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 667px" alt="" src="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 667px" alt="" src="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 667px" alt="" src="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/carmen-kass-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is, all over again, another start of a week. Somehow I felt, like the picture colors, black and white. No other color whatsoever. Just plain black and white. Everything goes smoothly at work. I completed some of my task. But I don't feel happy about it, nor sad. I just feel okay, normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my favorite weather out there. Cloudy, a little drizzle. I got the chance to see out of the window in the afternoon, a gentle and misty rain. I felt that I could just sit there and look at it the whole day, but no, I needed to go back to my cubicle. Proceed to my next task. Once again, I felt so...plain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 6.09 pm now. Time to go back home. And yet again, I'm not feeling the excitement. I'm feeling plain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....I think I need to cheer up. The whole week is still awaiting. And there's no way I'm continuing my week in this kinda mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found this lovely, encouraging writing from &lt;a href="http://thelady-bird.blogspot.com/"&gt;thelady-bird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not all days are special, but we must try our hardest to make each day worth&lt;br /&gt;remembering, to notice the world around us. A fleeting smile, a laugh with the&lt;br /&gt;glory of a church bell, the footsteps in the mud. Perhaps life's defining&lt;br /&gt;moments do not always come to one's side with grandeur and glory, like a knight&lt;br /&gt;riding to battle, but rather as an old friend, quietly and softly creeping to&lt;br /&gt;your side to stay with you forever. Moments will come, with their charm and&lt;br /&gt;their mystery, their pain and their joy. But we must welcome each moment and&lt;br /&gt;never, never let them pass us by."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, dearests, I'm going home, I think I'll still get to enjoy my favorite weather and take a short walk for a while..Maybe grab myself a nice dinner later..and hoping tomorrow will be much better than today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4951837596130755586?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4951837596130755586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-and-white.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4951837596130755586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4951837596130755586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-675907330965507923</id><published>2009-11-06T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:52:34.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s661.photobucket.com/albums/uu336/jw1293/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mc1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu336/jw1293/mc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s661.photobucket.com/albums/uu336/jw1293/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mc2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu336/jw1293/mc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s661.photobucket.com/albums/uu336/jw1293/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mc3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i661.photobucket.com/albums/uu336/jw1293/mc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ginandgossip.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ginandgossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abbey Lee Kershaw, photographed by Terry Richardson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vogue Nippon, August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look #1 : Lovee&lt;br /&gt;Look #2 : Loveee&lt;br /&gt;Look #3 : Loveeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really crazy about these looks. But too bad Singapore is not a suitable place to leather up. The weather is normally so damn hot and humid, I even sweat wearing a tank top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it has been raining these last few days, so I'm quite happy. At least the temparature is not that hot, and the sun finally decides to hide somewhere behind those dark clouds. It's my definition of an ideal weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday menu:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast : Half-boiled egg and a sausage bread&lt;br /&gt;Lunch : Tortila wrap with roasted chicken n fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;Dinner : Homemade Japanese Mushroom Linguine (nice!! I cooked!! okay, i stirred, my BF did the others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel healthy!! no fat (above healthy level) consumed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend guys!! have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-675907330965507923?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/675907330965507923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/leather-up.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/675907330965507923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/675907330965507923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/leather-up.html' title='Leather Up'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1426426104338510987</id><published>2009-11-05T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:39:01.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvKgVW1apVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XMeQtMm_p5A/s1600-h/alien.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400555191937967442" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvKgVW1apVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XMeQtMm_p5A/s400/alien.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvKgU8wXdII/AAAAAAAAAhw/Omk-ElcLyMg/s1600-h/3fnkw.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400555184937464962" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvKgU8wXdII/AAAAAAAAAhw/Omk-ElcLyMg/s400/3fnkw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvKgUIhB5bI/AAAAAAAAAho/hW29CIFgSHI/s1600-h/wks49i.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400555170914493874" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvKgUIhB5bI/AAAAAAAAAho/hW29CIFgSHI/s400/wks49i.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://inkylips.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;inkylips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if I saw this girl strolling down the street live, I would seriously believed that she came from another planet. And yeah, the dog too. I mean, I love dogs, but this type of dog freaks me out. He (or she) looks like he (or she, again) just had face work done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, back to the girl..What's up with those mile long legs man? I've seen those legs strolling down the catwalk, but the street? never. I really cannot imagine seeing her in real life. She looks almost surreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, aside of that, I love her looks. All are amazing, but my personal favourite will be look number one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuffed slightly-destroyed shorts (she looks fab even with unbuttoned shorts..I envy her, If I can look that good with unbuttoned shorts, I wouldn't have to throw away my old too-small shorts) work almost anytime and with any tops nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, the oversized wool jacket is just what the overall look is all about. The color, the length, and the fur are just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget the chain necklaces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, do you agree with me that a take-away cup of Starbucks is actually one great accessories?? I mean, if you see two persons of the same coolness walking on the street, one is holding a cup of Starbucks latte, and one is not, tell me, which one looks cooler??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think so too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I'll grab myself a Starbucks caramel macchiato later ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How's your Thursday guys? tomorrow's weekend already, yayy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1426426104338510987?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1426426104338510987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/gorgeous-alien.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1426426104338510987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1426426104338510987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/gorgeous-alien.html' title='Gorgeous Alien'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SvKgVW1apVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/XMeQtMm_p5A/s72-c/alien.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-7699553256041416436</id><published>2009-11-04T16:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:09:44.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>I'm Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/3942438822_048fcfbb97_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/3942438822_048fcfbb97_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/3941657567_c83d5723d2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 501px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2609/3941657567_c83d5723d2_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3941659137_00a592c6ff_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 502px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3941659137_00a592c6ff_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/3942438552_7b3febac22_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 504px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/3942438552_7b3febac22_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3941657209_c3e9e75db5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 503px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3434/3941657209_c3e9e75db5_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/3942438146_9aea71117e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 502px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2665/3942438146_9aea71117e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tig-fashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, NO I'm not married..unfortunately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But don't you feel like getting married looking at these gorgeous photos?? Aren't those dresses just to-die-for?? Yes, I'm using retoric questions, to emphasize how I adore those pieces. I can imagine me in dress number 4 (maybe minus the humongous headpiece), or dress number 5 (this time WITH the fab headpiece), or number 6...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I should stop daydreaming *slap myself*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, today I am extremely busy. My project deadline is getting nearer and nearer. It's getting scarier than the said 2012's armageddon a.k.a the end of this world (I'm not really agreeing this prophecy, but I'm not disagreeing also, that's all I can say). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I am so busy I even forgot to have lunch. Don't ask me then how I got time to post or even write this post. It's because I love writing and blogging so much, of course, including reading all your posts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah, I'm feeling like a saint, more and more. I survived half of the day eating two slices of bread only. I really amazed myself. And I don't even feel hungry. This is supposed to lose me, err, like 2kgs, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I must go back to work. And if you ask, "So what's the point of this post?" Err, nothing. This is just my random rambling, need to let out the steam. Sorry for that. OH, and of course, to share the beautiful photos :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, and have a great evening (or day, if you're on the other side of the globe) you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-7699553256041416436?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7699553256041416436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-married.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7699553256041416436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7699553256041416436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-married.html' title='I&apos;m Married'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6833763421814570488</id><published>2009-11-03T09:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:08:04.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Best Birthday Gift Ever</title><content type='html'>29th October 2009, 00:00:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend passed me this box. He said that it was a birthday gift from my family, which my sister asked him to keep when she was here two months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it is in my hand. The best birthday gift ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-NISdNfEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BloZnC7AM-w/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689651773340738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-NISdNfEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BloZnC7AM-w/s400/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-NH9gXJRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KNd_Tcq_lVE/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689646149412114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-NH9gXJRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KNd_Tcq_lVE/s400/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M3UV4H-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/dn30g6hR5WU/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689360221675490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M3UV4H-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/dn30g6hR5WU/s400/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This photo was taken on my sis' graduation ceremony. I was not able to be there to share the joy, and that saddened me. But, looking at this photo was so heartwarming that it brought me to tears. I, the one at the most right, was not supposed to be in the picture, but my two little sisters cut one picture of me, and pasted it on the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looked a bit oversized, but for me it was still perfectly done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M3Aw3GzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/CMal7yF8ETk/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689354966145842" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M3Aw3GzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/CMal7yF8ETk/s400/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M2vS04pI/AAAAAAAAAg4/aAr3XbGjg5g/s1600-h/DSC00776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689350276768402" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M2vS04pI/AAAAAAAAAg4/aAr3XbGjg5g/s400/DSC00776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A hand-made birthday card by my sister. Yup that's me (pardon the silly pose) in some orchid garden in my hometown. Each of them wrote special message for me on each page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(See their handsign!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M2I7RiVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/AeKwaYeMgK0/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689339977435474" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M2I7RiVI/AAAAAAAAAgw/AeKwaYeMgK0/s400/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M11CS_zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/GqlYi-wP0PU/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689334638182194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-M11CS_zI/AAAAAAAAAgo/GqlYi-wP0PU/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MJ-kY9TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dn2hG-4dIDk/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399688581282854194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MJ-kY9TI/AAAAAAAAAgg/dn2hG-4dIDk/s400/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MJcr3fGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/x9sZiCID95Y/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399688572187409506" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MJcr3fGI/AAAAAAAAAgY/x9sZiCID95Y/s400/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad = W &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom = E &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis1 = ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis2 = YOU (the handsign pointed supposedly to me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWEET, right!?!?! I have a real cute family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-OFp_xPgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Vz5w1w_T5f8/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399690706064326146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-OFp_xPgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Vz5w1w_T5f8/s400/DSC00779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's being a poet at heart sent me this love letter along with the card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?? Don't you agree I have the sweetest mom in the world??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MIkbm0cI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Tf5z_pc5niA/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399688557086822850" style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MIkbm0cI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Tf5z_pc5niA/s400/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MIMgttEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4GyujHmCNdc/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399688550665794626" style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-MIMgttEI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4GyujHmCNdc/s400/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing inside the box, a CD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inside was heartwarming, funny, full-of-love, cute, sweet, (I don't know what other adjectives can describe it) video of my family singing "Happy Birthday" for me, along with some funny poses, hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sisters secretly saved some unsuccesful takes which were hillarious..I cannot post the video here, for my own safety. My mom will KILL me if she knew I posted her singing video here. Maybe one day I will "accidentally" posted it here :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 25!! and I am happy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6833763421814570488?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6833763421814570488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-birthday-gift-ever.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6833763421814570488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6833763421814570488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-birthday-gift-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Gift Ever'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su-NISdNfEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/BloZnC7AM-w/s72-c/DSC00770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8829670112454525954</id><published>2009-11-02T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:28:47.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Words Can't Tell</title><content type='html'>There are things that words can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Moi !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Giving myself a birthday gift, I took one day leave that day. My boyfriend too :) I do appreciate it since he's those type who happily work 12 hours a day (!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqELLoJUnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M9qaT8hw3vk/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398272430991561330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqELLoJUnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M9qaT8hw3vk/s400/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start the day with McDonald's breakfast : muffin, sausage, scrambled egg, hashbrown (which are eaten brutally and immediately, thus no photos), and Latte (nice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqEKmGWqfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/m7zrvZnKjfc/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398272420917717490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqEKmGWqfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/m7zrvZnKjfc/s400/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a workaholic himself, he can't stand starting a day without something serious, thus he bought a newspaper. See how serious he was? I tried to distract him by talking about a bust enhancement ad shown on the photo "From Shapeless to Voluptuous?" I even said, "What if I had it?" (JOKING, of course) He still ignored me #$&amp;amp;^%* I deserved all the attention at least that day. It was MY day right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, he sensed that I got annoyed about 5 minutes later, put down his newspaper and talked to me. He was so sweet to me the rest of the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqIi--K7PI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LOiwHT5Kp9s/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398277237957651698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqIi--K7PI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LOiwHT5Kp9s/s400/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day's weather was nice also. A bit cloudy and breezy. Lovely day to have a birthday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now see what he got for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqJXXeMkaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JSCsllRQvv8/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398278137887625634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqJXXeMkaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JSCsllRQvv8/s400/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiffany&amp;amp;Co. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and NO, it's not a ring, nor a proposal. (It's not that I wish it was guys, just to tell you in case you're wondering, REALLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqLGnYYjiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/c51aLs_sBQY/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398280049123692066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqLGnYYjiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/c51aLs_sBQY/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a cute little key pendant, and also the white gold chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, I always have a thing with keys, which is weird I know, but it's true. I love accessories with keys. Last time I had a lovely key necklace, which I loved, but then I lost it. It broke my heart. But now I got a new one! Slightly smaller, but I still love it more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqMr-vTXBI/AAAAAAAAAco/tZWYAr6VaiM/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398281790560623634" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqMr-vTXBI/AAAAAAAAAco/tZWYAr6VaiM/s400/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to show my necklace, the result sucks, and blurry, but still can see the key :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute, right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su47fdVWRuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zBgcey3FszQ/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399318414899955426" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su47fdVWRuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/zBgcey3FszQ/s400/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, a happy girlfriend and a proud boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and the great birthday dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took me to Fullerton Hotel for a lavish buffet. The food was amazing. They have a long stretch of variety, Chinese, Local (Singapore), Italian, Japanese. They have fresh oysters, and prawns, which were so good, I forgot to take photos :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the only photos which I managed (&lt;em&gt;read: remembered&lt;/em&gt;) to take. Desserts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su4-VcVWaYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V6YqO5scuP0/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321541367720322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su4-VcVWaYI/AAAAAAAAAdA/V6YqO5scuP0/s400/DSC00765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su4-U9zOgjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hTva2BnoDIs/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321533171532338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Su4-U9zOgjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/hTva2BnoDIs/s400/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clockwise: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one cup of alcoholic Jelly (Vodka or something) with a tiny piece of gold (!) on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a shot of guilty pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chesse cake with a bit of lemon sourness and the best and crustiest crackers at the bottom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven, enough said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiny piece of passion fruit cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion Fruit-y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brownies and Pecan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very Chocolate!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cup of creamy mousse and a layer of milky chocolate, and a tiny piece of silver (!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiny piece of Berry pie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pie filling is surprisingly sweet and creamy, but the raspberry on top gives more than enough berry sourness, purrfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts accompanied with a cup of coffee (great coffee!!! no sourness, no after taste) concludes our dinner, and overall, my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my first birthday in Singapore (which is also my Being-in-Singapore 1st annyversarry, yayy ) and it was celebrated perfectly. I get the most amazing and (for me) the best birthday gift EVER from my family, which will be posted later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone, thanks for the wishes, the gifts, the cakes, and most of all the happiness you all have given to me on my special day. Luv ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8829670112454525954?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8829670112454525954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-cant-tell.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8829670112454525954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8829670112454525954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-cant-tell.html' title='Words Can&apos;t Tell'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuqELLoJUnI/AAAAAAAAAcI/M9qaT8hw3vk/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1482990044563974982</id><published>2009-10-27T09:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:46:22.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Boyfriend's Request</title><content type='html'>Okay, my boyfriend "forced" me to post something about him being such a good pitiful boyfriend, which actually he is. Since I've been treating him quite bad, I agreed to post something to compensate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To tell you the truth, I've been very lucky to get out of my previous relationships and get "stuck" with my currently &lt;em&gt;botak-&lt;/em&gt;meaning bald, chubby, yet so cute boyfriend. (the latter is my honest opinion about him, not him forcing me to say, serious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When people say God will give you what your heart desires, believe me people, He does! When I was younger, and not yet dating, I always dreamed of having a boyfriend who's at least 4 years older than me, very supportive and pampering. And you might think I got a kinky taste, but I always like a guy who's big (i mean, bodyshape-wise!) Not overly big like overweight, but "fit" big. And I always find bald guy attractive. When I say bald, I mean completely, like Vin Diesel, not like Dr. Green-or-whatever-his-name-is from ER. All skin. This sounds a bit funny even to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom laughed at him and my taste almost everyday when I first went out with him, but now she loves him more than me and always stands on his side whenever I tease him or laugh at him. She has never done that before. My two sisters also love him. Except perhaps my Dad, who loves me more than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Anyways, so here I am now with my 30 y.o. big botak guy. Happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he's the sweetest guy I have ever found. Inside, he is super loving, super caring, super patient, super low-tempered (really!), but outside he's still a respected cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH oh, he has such a sweet unique family. Everyone are just so welcoming and so lovely, in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, what else to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, he said that I always torture him by throwing tantrum, being in bad mood, shouting at him, bla bla bla. But he always laughed it all off (he said he knew me too well to be stupid enough to get carried away by all my emotional rage), and that in the end makes me feel damn guilty. He will just say, "Girl, there's only one thing I want to ask of you, only ONE, please change your temper." (He once said "Girl, your temper is as short as this" -showing his two chubby finger tips almost pressed against one another, leaving a space that only one ant can fit in) but then he laughs and gives me a big hug. I feel loved, for real. Something that, now I realized, I never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, despite all those things, I think we will be just fine. Me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one picture of him that I can get without him knowing. He hates taking picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuaVMgtmeqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bFdmSPyCEYY/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397165245622287010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuaVMgtmeqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bFdmSPyCEYY/s400/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's menu:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast : one small &lt;em&gt;bakpao &lt;/em&gt;(a chinese bun filled with meat)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch : &lt;em&gt;mee sua &lt;/em&gt;(wheat noodle) with clear soup&lt;br /&gt;Dinner : yam cake (Dimsum style) and a banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like a saint..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1482990044563974982?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1482990044563974982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/boyfriends-request.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1482990044563974982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1482990044563974982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/boyfriends-request.html' title='Boyfriend&apos;s Request'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuaVMgtmeqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bFdmSPyCEYY/s72-c/DSC00405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-7794365819293966202</id><published>2009-10-26T09:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:49:17.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time to Get Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuVILrXkvjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/t7tsfP7g0zM/s1600-h/loewe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396799093930769970" style="WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuVILrXkvjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/t7tsfP7g0zM/s400/loewe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All this time I always think that I cannot live without shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Hello?? I live in Singapore, where (according to my selfish opinion) shopping is one great temptation I cannot ignore or else I'd get mentally depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not those go-for-branded types. That's the only reason I'm not financially broke until today. I shop what my wallet allows me to. But of course this does not make me a "prosperous" person either. I enjoy my life to the point that I don't really plan for my money as long as I have enough to live with for the month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Geez, I am that bad. I guess that's why I never study finance, management, or whatever thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuVH2-JQzUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VGwIRuVv4rc/s1600-h/loewe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396798738193763650" style="WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuVH2-JQzUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/VGwIRuVv4rc/s400/loewe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trendnista.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trendnista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like what my boyfriend always says, "Even daddy's little girl has to grow matured one day". He makes it sound so general, but I know exactly he points specifically to me. Well, he got a point there for sure, although most of the time I will try to find reason to show that I'm still very young, and has to enjoy life before I get too old. I know I'm wrong, but I'm such a stubborn girl with over the top self pride, so I never want to admit that I am guilty as charged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, this coming Thursday I will be officially 25 years old. And being at this stage makes me think that I'm not that young after all, and I should stop giving the I-am-still-so-young reason to run away from any responsibility that I should have had over my own life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My boyfriend keeps on telling me to save my money and plan for the future. But somehow I ended up NOT doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm kinda sick of it. And last Saturday we actually seriously talk about the whole future thing. We have been planning to buy a flat, but never seriously get our hands in it, until a few days ago. So, to cut the story short, at the end of the day, we come up with a decision that we are going to get our own place early next year. That's our goal, and we commit ourselves in it. Obviously I need more work in this commitment thing, but I'm so eager to reach this goal, and I'm very excited. I promised him that I'd cut off shopping and good resto eat-out. Surprisingly I'm serious and pretty happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, sorry if I bore you with the serious details. Hmm..I think it's a turning-25-paranoia syndrome, or whatever it is that makes you get paranoid about growing old..Okay I should stop blaming on other thing except myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, last weekend my diet project failed to the max, but it didn't count because I spent the whole weekend in Malaysia, at my boyfriend's parent's. His mom cooked a lot of food, and made sure we all had more than enough to eat three times a day. So there... I couldn't refuse that right? It's very impolite to do that. But, yesterday I did quite good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday menu :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. breakfast = small portion of &lt;em&gt;bee hoon&lt;/em&gt; (rice vermicelli) and fried egg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. lunch = small portion of rice, with spicy shrimp, beancurd, and some stir-fry veggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. dinner = small portion of porridge with egg, and spicy beancurd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See...all small portions..I feel like a saint..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-7794365819293966202?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/7794365819293966202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-get-serious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7794365819293966202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/7794365819293966202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-get-serious.html' title='Time to Get Serious'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuVILrXkvjI/AAAAAAAAAbo/t7tsfP7g0zM/s72-c/loewe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1735688403549530905</id><published>2009-10-23T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:02:25.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Peaceful Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuEip7TnPuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/RbsCsmwjiBs/s1600-h/flight_of_fantasy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395631932256501474" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuEip7TnPuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/RbsCsmwjiBs/s400/flight_of_fantasy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuEiTG4Kk0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/FjeEPLSyD5o/s1600-h/flight_of_fantasy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395631540225610562" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 404px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuEiTG4Kk0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/FjeEPLSyD5o/s400/flight_of_fantasy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuEiS14nAMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Eyd6pzBFIlE/s1600-h/flight_of_fantasy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395631535664070850" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuEiS14nAMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Eyd6pzBFIlE/s400/flight_of_fantasy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trendnista.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trendnista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always find myself awaiting weekend even at the beginning of the week. And when Friday comes, I always feel high-spirited, no matter how busy and tiring that day is. Welcoming weekend somehow gives me extra portion of energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However today is a bit different. I woke up this morning knowing that today is a Thursday. Not much excited about today, I went to work sporting a normal working look. I met my boyfriend on my way to office, and he said "It's Friday, gal!! What do you want to do later?" I, convinced that today is Thursday, said, "What are you talking about? It's still Thursday." without much interest on the topic. He looked puzzled, then looked at his cell phone to check. "Gal, it's FRIDAY", he said, giving me are-you-drunk-look. I, not so conviced anymore, checked on my cell phone, and of course it's Friday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I felt so relaxed and happy. It almost felt like your boss suddenly told you that you got a day off tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always love little surprises, and I think this is one. It made me feel grateful for the weekend. I might not be as excited as usual, when I will plan and list the things I will do. Today, I just feel grateful. I just want to relax and enjoy a peaceful weekend, without all the excitement. Just a peaceful out-of-routine moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have yourself a weekend moment guys :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1735688403549530905?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1735688403549530905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/peaceful-weekend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1735688403549530905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1735688403549530905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/peaceful-weekend.html' title='Peaceful Weekend'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SuEip7TnPuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/RbsCsmwjiBs/s72-c/flight_of_fantasy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-927633193239760388</id><published>2009-10-22T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:01:39.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>New Project ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/diane-dondoe-uk-harpers-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 667px" alt="" src="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/diane-dondoe-uk-harpers-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trendnista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project : A Body Like That!! (Diet program)&lt;br /&gt;Starting date : 22-10-2009 (today)&lt;br /&gt;Duration : only God knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background :&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom kept on saying, "you look errr..fat."&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't fit in my favorite denim shorts and pants anymore.&lt;br /&gt;3. My tighs and arms look like those oversized sausages, really.&lt;br /&gt;4. My friends said, "Err, you look chubby. Have you gained weight?"&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to be able to wear my body-hugging tees, dresses, and skirts without having to hold my breath the whole day. It's damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;6. Personally, honestly, I'm kinda scared, I never seriously feel that I'm fat, 'till now. I have never been worried about my weight and all, but now Iam. I really do think that I gained too much weight, and I do think I should do something about it, before it goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal :&lt;br /&gt;1. losing 8-10 lbs&lt;br /&gt;2. being able to wear all my pants and shorts again, and practically all my old clothes (damn!)&lt;br /&gt;3. looking myself at the mirror with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Programs :&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop adding full-cream milk in my coffee (Stop drinking coffee -&gt; my mom's warning)&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not skip breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat less portion of lunch&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat fuits or anything light for dinner&lt;br /&gt;5. Exercise (jog, or swim) every evening after work (I can't believe I say this, I'm gonna kill myself)&lt;br /&gt;6. Cut KFC!! (why unhealthy things always taste so damn good?? why?? un-answer-able question)&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop drolling over those tempting cute little desserts!! (damn -do I swear too much?)&lt;br /&gt;8. Commit to this project!&lt;br /&gt;9. SERIOUSLY DO the above list!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. Damn (sorry can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me and wish me luck guys. I do need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: any diet tips guys? will really appreciate it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-927633193239760388?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/927633193239760388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-project-on.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/927633193239760388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/927633193239760388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-project-on.html' title='New Project ON'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-2743483726069847081</id><published>2009-10-21T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:19:57.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Coco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/hedi-slimane-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px" alt="" src="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/hedi-slimane-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/hedi-slimane-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px" alt="" src="http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/hedi-slimane-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendnista.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trendnista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Plain" side of Coco Rocha, one of my favorite models, captured by Hedi Slimane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's is just simply beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-2743483726069847081?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2743483726069847081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/coco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2743483726069847081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2743483726069847081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/coco.html' title='Coco'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4903854190866906898</id><published>2009-10-21T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:50:06.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'll go through the race with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A son asked his father, "Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?" The father, despite having a heart condition, says "Yes". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They went on to complete the marathon together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always says "Yes" to his son's request of going through the race together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, the son asked his father, "Dad, let's join the Ironman together." To which, his father said "Yes" too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who didn't know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 3.86 kilometer ocean swim, followed by a 180.2 kilometer bike ride, and ending with a 42.195 kilometer marathon along the coast of the Big Island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father and son went on to complete the race together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It might not sound touching, but wait until you see this video..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZq_qa19kRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iZq_qa19kRc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend shared this video on Facebook, and I was crying throughout the video. It shows how far a father's love can go. It makes me think, if a father in this world can do this, how much further my Father in Heaven will go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our life is pictured as a race. And most of the time, things we face in life are races we have to go through, races we're supposed to win. While facing these, how many of you feel like giving up sometimes? How many of you get so tired of this life sometimes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do. As a human, it's inevitable. We get tired, hopeless, angry. But watching this video actually reminds me of one thing. One thing that we shouldn't do in the midst of trouble. It's giving up. Once you give up, there's nothing more in this world you can do, you're out of the race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I watch the video, I realized what we ought to do is pictured perfectly by the son, the disabled son (just like us, sometimes when things don't go the way we want it, we always feel we're disabled). Just like him, all we need to do is ask, "Father, will you go through the race with me?" And you see as what the father always says, Father in Heaven will always says, "Yes" as well. He will take us along safely, He will run for us, swim for us, cycle for us. He will go through the whole race with us and for us. And with the Almighty God, who can doubt that we will not finish the race succesfully?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All we have to do is ask for Him, and just stay with Him, all the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes He loves us that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I can do all things through him who strengthens me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Philippians 4:13-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4903854190866906898?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4903854190866906898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/son-asked-his-father-dad-will-you-take.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4903854190866906898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4903854190866906898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/son-asked-his-father-dad-will-you-take.html' title='Yes, I&apos;ll go through the race with you'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8454609319774578342</id><published>2009-10-21T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:10:00.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>No News, Good News</title><content type='html'>Hi all my dearests, I am back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been away for a week, without any post, and I feel bad about it. Before starting blogging, I've made a commitment to post at least one post a day, and here I am, lazy as a slug :( sorry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the whole week of my absence has been wonderful! My lovely mom was in town to visit me. This time she came here alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As expected, we had a blast!! We spent our time together catching up, sharing latest gossips, eating out, laughing thunderously, cooking. I was having so much fun with her. My mom brought a lot of food from my hometown, most of them are my mom's homecooking, and they're just even more delicious than I remembered. My boyfriend loved it so much he could not stop asking for more. Of course, that made my mom extremely happy and self-content. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike before, this time my mom wanted to relax at home, or just sat in a cafe chit-chatting. So we did that. My boyfriend would come along a few times, and he got along really well with my mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the night talking about anything, or sometimes just about nothing. But, that time spent together was just everything for me. Since I live far away from my family, this kind of moment is hard to get, so whenever I get to enjoy that moment, I always try to enjoy it to the fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite tough to see her leaving, going back home, although I'll be going back in two months for a long holiday also. But well, I do need to grow up and be strong, that's what I keep on telling myself. Like what my mom says, "let go and let grow" Sometimes you need to let one go to let one grow, well, that's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I finally got the chance to take my mom's photo, she is usually very shy :) So here's my lovely mom and me..Do I look like her? When I was small, people always said that I looked like my mom. But as I got older, people said that I didn't really look like her anymore.. Hmm, I didn't know that I changed that much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/St6HGXBvwmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/tx73fnSbWBM/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394897946966737506" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/St6HGXBvwmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/tx73fnSbWBM/s400/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/St5_A1fuiRI/AAAAAAAAAao/lZJIASG1VVc/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394889055973312786" style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/St5_A1fuiRI/AAAAAAAAAao/lZJIASG1VVc/s400/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to go back and see her and my whole family again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was your weekend dearests??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8454609319774578342?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8454609319774578342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-news-good-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8454609319774578342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8454609319774578342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-news-good-news.html' title='No News, Good News'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/St6HGXBvwmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/tx73fnSbWBM/s72-c/DSC00675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5617553036405806275</id><published>2009-10-16T12:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:14:35.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'll be 25 in two weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't congratulate me yet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Stf6GgtAVsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/z8-KiLLXOyk/s1600-h/getting+older.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393054068564317890" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 424px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Stf6GgtAVsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/z8-KiLLXOyk/s400/getting+older.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Abbey Lee Kershaw photographed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcintyszka.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marcin Tyszka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't like getting older, but after reaching certain age, I think the birthday buzz is losing a bit of its attraction. I am still excited about the celebration, wishes from the loved ones, the gifts (!!), the feeling of being important for the day. But it is no longer as exciting as ten years ago. When adding 1 year to ur tens, made you more of a "woman", made you eligible to go on a date, made you able to drive dad's car, etc. The excitement was great, although it's actually only one day difference, as in one day you're 16, and the next day you're 17. I still can remember how excited I was turning 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, turning 25 makes me feel..grown-up. I feel like more responsibilities are added to me. I'm 25 and should be able to take care of myself, think sensible, make my own money, find myself a husband (this is what my grandma always reminds me, SERIOUSLY, during this year, "The clock will not stop ticking for you, you know that, right dear?"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/StgoDXZIt3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/EE8pIMpcxrc/s1600-h/bday+gal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393104592060331890" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/StgoDXZIt3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/EE8pIMpcxrc/s400/bday+gal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emma Booth shot by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.workagency.com.au/artist.cfm?artistid=35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nicole Bentley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; for Australian Harper's Bazaar 08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, for me being 25 is some sort of a milestone, hey it's a quarter of a century... Anyways, it also makes me feel "pushed" into a different level of generation. I'm not a girl anymore, but calling myself a woman sounds quite weird, since I'm such a girly girl inside. I feel like a little girl walking on mommy's stilettos. Want to be "the woman" but not sure that I'm ready for it. But ready or not, it is the fact that I must walk on, and I think it won't be as hard as I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, my 25th birthday will also be my living-in-Singapore 1st anniversary! Great isn't it? I've been spending one year living on my own, making a living for myself, struggling on my own. This has been such an amazing journey. I learned so much from this one year. And you know what, come to think about it, actually this year has actually made me a woman. Might not be a true woman, but at least I'm on the way to be one :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/StgoaK3J_rI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rcqOieObjvk/s1600-h/grown+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393104983833575090" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 422px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/StgoaK3J_rI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rcqOieObjvk/s400/grown+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photographed by Mark Seliger for Vogue Italia September 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5617553036405806275?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5617553036405806275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-25-in-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5617553036405806275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5617553036405806275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-25-in-two-weeks.html' title='I&apos;ll be 25 in two weeks'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Stf6GgtAVsI/AAAAAAAAAaA/z8-KiLLXOyk/s72-c/getting+older.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-9144027153923873667</id><published>2009-10-07T11:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:09:05.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I wanna be right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswMtuPhZoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cwj96m3otKA/s1600-h/mountau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389696833702422146" style="WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswMtuPhZoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cwj96m3otKA/s400/mountau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswMsgzdTFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ap7wsOl_s6Q/s1600-h/mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389696812915182674" style="WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswMsgzdTFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ap7wsOl_s6Q/s400/mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswMtB3uApI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lngM1gGVj7A/s1600-h/mountain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389696821791425170" style="WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswMtB3uApI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lngM1gGVj7A/s400/mountain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All photos by Erik Madigan Heck for Dries Van Noten in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nomenusquarterly.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nomenus Quarterly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;And I do miss this kind of weather after a whole year summer and scorching sun here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weekend guys, have a blast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-9144027153923873667?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/9144027153923873667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-i-wanna-be-right-now.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9144027153923873667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/9144027153923873667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-i-wanna-be-right-now.html' title='Where I wanna be right now...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswMtuPhZoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cwj96m3otKA/s72-c/mountau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-3194885049321720305</id><published>2009-10-07T09:51:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:21:08.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Stella McCartney Spring 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswGI9u5qpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Q_-acuv7vVk/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389689605135641234" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswGI9u5qpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Q_-acuv7vVk/s400/stella+spring+2010-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswGIZpYq8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/vmpBx3Z693M/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389689595448830914" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswGIZpYq8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/vmpBx3Z693M/s400/stella+spring+2010-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswFaQ-3eRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sJrUbbotFJ8/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389688802849028370" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswFaQ-3eRI/AAAAAAAAAYA/sJrUbbotFJ8/s400/stella+spring+2010-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswFaGUiAeI/AAAAAAAAAX4/cQZ0Hd4-bb4/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389688799987106274" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswFaGUiAeI/AAAAAAAAAX4/cQZ0Hd4-bb4/s400/stella+spring+2010-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswEliHnV-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/siy6rypOrE4/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389687896916056034" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswEliHnV-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/siy6rypOrE4/s400/stella+spring+2010-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswElRuHloI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Lor5gIL497Y/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389687892514150018" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswElRuHloI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Lor5gIL497Y/s400/stella+spring+2010-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswEEpl0ifI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yyMMm5z3xC8/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389687331986115058" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswEEpl0ifI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yyMMm5z3xC8/s400/stella+spring+2010-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswEEMWL2bI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hjNQV_moDUg/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389687324135905714" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswEEMWL2bI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hjNQV_moDUg/s400/stella+spring+2010-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswDQDfzNfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Yud-v-eAB40/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389686428407117298" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswDQDfzNfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Yud-v-eAB40/s400/stella+spring+2010-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswDP9F7rwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5IcJwK61PcI/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389686426688007938" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswDP9F7rwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/5IcJwK61PcI/s400/stella+spring+2010-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswCDtRhdTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4l79HAnM49g/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389685116771595570" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswCDtRhdTI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4l79HAnM49g/s400/stella+spring+2010-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswCDQl43yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XJ7nnBT87yw/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389685109072387874" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswCDQl43yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XJ7nnBT87yw/s400/stella+spring+2010-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswBSAVSwzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Wd860fsWi-M/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684262894224178" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswBSAVSwzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Wd860fsWi-M/s400/stella+spring+2010-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswBRhFR4-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/eTt-u3EavUw/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389684254505559010" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswBRhFR4-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/eTt-u3EavUw/s400/stella+spring+2010-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswAkWy5phI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jDLvHZyQIUI/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389683478650005010" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswAkWy5phI/AAAAAAAAAWg/jDLvHZyQIUI/s400/stella+spring+2010-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswAjyG2wRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JRIiodCyu0c/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389683468801589522" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswAjyG2wRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JRIiodCyu0c/s400/stella+spring+2010-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssv_tIsYP2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PVy6mVAZMGA/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389682529971748706" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssv_tIsYP2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PVy6mVAZMGA/s400/stella+spring+2010-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssv_shbi6hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Qyz66wQbCFQ/s1600-h/stella+spring+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389682519432161810" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssv_shbi6hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Qyz66wQbCFQ/s400/stella+spring+2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo taken from &lt;a href="http://fabsugar.com/"&gt;fabsugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm loving the nude and earthy colors on this collection. The looks are definitely something that we can pull off daily, casual yet so chic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do u think gals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-3194885049321720305?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3194885049321720305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/stella-mccartney-spring-2010.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3194885049321720305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3194885049321720305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/stella-mccartney-spring-2010.html' title='Stella McCartney Spring 2010'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SswGI9u5qpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Q_-acuv7vVk/s72-c/stella+spring+2010-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6040326750997353265</id><published>2009-10-06T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:55:48.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>This reminds me of how lucky I am..</title><content type='html'>...in a cute kinda way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssro3rlIXNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oZShLO_0bIM/s1600-h/hermes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389375947391130834" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssro3rlIXNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oZShLO_0bIM/s400/hermes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by &lt;a href="http://fashionpuls.blogspot.com/"&gt;fashionpulse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some can only dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I'm going for shoe-shoppping tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6040326750997353265?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6040326750997353265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-reminds-me-of-how-lucky-i-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6040326750997353265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6040326750997353265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-reminds-me-of-how-lucky-i-am.html' title='This reminds me of how lucky I am..'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssro3rlIXNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oZShLO_0bIM/s72-c/hermes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4272648863876177733</id><published>2009-10-06T10:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:21:34.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Holding On a Hope</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite a down point of me. I might have been thinking too much, but well there I said it, the thing that has been bothering me all this while, and I do feel much better after spitting it out. It's like 50% of the burden is taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lovely friends have given me supports just by dropping short or longer comments, either way are of the same value. You know who you are, and I am so much grateful for your heaven-sent beings ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my last evening staying alone in my room, trying to get some peace of mind. That's what I need when I got emotional, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; sit alone, spend few minutes on praying. I asked God to forgive me for being so weak, to give me a little more strength for me to hang on, and to lead my way although I cannot see the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple hours, I somehow felt much more relieved. I managed to find peace and strength in my heart. And then I just see things in different way. When things are not going smooth, when the wind is hard, and the sea is rough, I cannot back down and cry! That's a loser character, and hell I ain't no loser. There I see that actually the way to fight those negative feelings is simply by, fighting it! Just stand still, and fight, knowing that I'm gonna get through it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsrI9OcMO6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BDByCw3O1bg/s1600-h/Picture_42.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340858276133794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsrI9OcMO6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BDByCw3O1bg/s400/Picture_42.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by &lt;a href="http://ilovecoolthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;ilovecoolthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I'm on the verge? So what if I don't know where I'm heading to? All I know is that when I'm walking with Him, I know I'm safe, and I know I'm walking towards something good, something beautiful. And like what people always say, when it's not alright, it's not the end yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsrI95FQTfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/w2nmGFPIFwk/s1600-h/ballgown_4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340869722656242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsrI95FQTfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/w2nmGFPIFwk/s400/ballgown_4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilovecoolthings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ilovecoolthings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all I need is hope. Hope that sees that everything will be alright. And believing on it although I'm walking on a thin line. It's not easy I know, but at least I'm on it now, yes I'm on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to Hope. It's going to be a rough journey, but I learn to see the excitement and the good things that awaits me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all doing great today, dearests..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4272648863876177733?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4272648863876177733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/holding-on-hope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4272648863876177733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4272648863876177733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/holding-on-hope.html' title='Holding On a Hope'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsrI9OcMO6I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BDByCw3O1bg/s72-c/Picture_42.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4117808505995476186</id><published>2009-10-05T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:46:12.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>On The Verge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssm6vGshEOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TM6PBsWVgVI/s1600-h/wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389043747539456226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssm6vGshEOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TM6PBsWVgVI/s400/wait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..of one thing and another, both of which you cannot define. This certain position is definitely not my favorite place to be. But here I am now, on that very spot called "on the verge". I have never realized it though, until recently. All this time, I felt something is missing inside, I felt a bit of emptiness and uncertainty, which I cannot describe how and why. And just like the usual me, I kept it aside, trying not to think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it keeps bothering me..It's not that I'm not happy with life. I'm having my ups and dows. And mostly I managed to keep myself on the positive side. It's just that..this feeling inside, a little itch, a slight twinge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I come to think about it. Ever since I came to Singapore to work, there's this uncertainty. It's like I'm facing this long road, which for now I cannot see where it leads to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I am working in one big government-linked institute that still needs me to finish a long period project, so I know that I have secured a "safe-position" here. While on the other side, I know that I don't want to do this job for long, a.k.a my passion is not in this field, and heck I don't want to bore myself deep down into this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I might be &lt;em&gt;staying&lt;/em&gt; here in Singapore now, but my heart does &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; in Indonesia. I might complain a lot about Indonesia, but hey, it's my hometown, where home and family is. Although I'm renting a place that can be said, thanks God, nice and comfortable, but yet I don't feel at home at all. So yeah, I'm now living a life without a real home. I'm home-less, u can say. And it's something that I don't think I can live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I met my boyfriend, an event which I know is not just a fun and sweet coincidence. Call it fate, I don't believe in such thing as coincidence. I love him, but settling with him means I need to "live" here, making this place, want it or not, a home. The thought that I actually have to leave my home and family behind really bothers me. All this time, I'm still thinking that one day I'll be going back to my new house, and sleeping in my new bedroom, with mommy and daddy beside me. Immature? hell yeah, that's me, and this "on the verge" state kinda creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forth, no offense to any Singaporean, Singapore is a great place for a holiday destination, but I am such a boring country girl, thus, I cannot fit myself in Singapore lifestyle. But then going back to Indonesia means starting all over again. Job hunting, bla bla bla..see, I'm really on the verge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth, I know this got nothing to do with the above on-the-verges. But I'm really on the verge of tears and upset-ness right now. One bad thing of me is that since I'm in Singapore my mood swing is just crazy. It just sucks. I become emotional really easily. Even small things can make me upset. I know it's horrible. And I do hate this kind of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am on the verge of things that I cannot see which is right and which is wrong. Or is it not about right or wrong? When people say follow your heart, what if even my heart doesn't have one damn clue? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I just continue keeping this feeling away, and just go on with what I have right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can do now is just pray, God, lead my way, cause I really have no idea where am I heading to, only You know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-4117808505995476186?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4117808505995476186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-verge.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4117808505995476186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4117808505995476186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-verge.html' title='On The Verge...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Ssm6vGshEOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/TM6PBsWVgVI/s72-c/wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-3707194540725316460</id><published>2009-10-03T18:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:43:48.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day..</title><content type='html'>Not just because it's weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I woke up at 9, feeling extremely refreshed. The smell of fresh morning air, and the sound of bird chirping (really!) got me stunned for a few minutes. I decided to enjoy that moment for a while. Having a simple sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate for breakfast, while looking out the window, enjoying some scenery (my house is on 8th floor, so looking out the window is quite an enjoyment ^^), that's a real good start of a day, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just got news that my mom is coming to Singapore next week to visit me, yeyy. I miss her already. She said she would bring lots of my favorite food. woohooo. I really miss Indonesian food also T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's cloudy with a little bit of rain the whole day. And guess what, that is exactly how my favourite weather is ^^ I sat next to my window almost the whole day, just enjoying the breeze and the smell of rain, while reading and having a cup of coffee. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And of course, my boyfriend is coming back from Japan tonight! This alone has already made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.tinypic.com/24d0uhd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 583px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 464px" alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/24d0uhd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.lelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;lelove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How's ur weekend lovely friends?&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are enjoying your weekend as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-3707194540725316460?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/3707194540725316460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3707194540725316460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/3707194540725316460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day..'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/24d0uhd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5389702069492170155</id><published>2009-09-30T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T10:21:32.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Little Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/113194180_2917642b57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/113194180_2917642b57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being with me anytime anywhere, with no absence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For walking in front of me to lead my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For staying beside me to keep me accompanied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For standing behind me to catch my falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For smiling to me when I smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying with me when I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For giving up your everything so that I can get my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For simply accepting me as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cherising me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For simply, loving me without any reason, at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for simply everything that You have given me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I have Lord, all my life is Yours..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5389702069492170155?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5389702069492170155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-god.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5389702069492170155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5389702069492170155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-god.html' title='A Little Prayer'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/51/113194180_2917642b57_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6755418825169207271</id><published>2009-09-29T17:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:58:49.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>They say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsHWrDXfbBI/AAAAAAAAAVY/oGObAPzQPt0/s1600-h/in+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You know you're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;in LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when you can't fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;because reality is finally better than dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.tinypic.com/b4xi1l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 481px" alt="" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/b4xi1l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I couldn't sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-6755418825169207271?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/6755418825169207271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-say.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6755418825169207271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/6755418825169207271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-say.html' title='They say...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i27.tinypic.com/b4xi1l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-461864449233588210</id><published>2009-09-28T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:43:50.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm a lazy ass</title><content type='html'>How's ur Monday guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling super lazy today, don't know why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a spirit boost..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsB2ccS8CoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/djYmlkvGBeo/s1600-h/beautiful+mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386435385339153026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsB2ccS8CoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/djYmlkvGBeo/s400/beautiful+mess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some random things that happened to me so far: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.. I woke up at 7.30 in the morning light-headed, took shower, prepared breakfast, but apparently didn't have time to eat, so I packed it up, planning to eat it in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.. I didn't have mood to dress up, so i just simply put on a comfy polo shirt, and comfy pair of blue jeans, and a pair of made-for-running flats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.. Not in the mood to doll up as well, just put on some sunblock, eye liner, and lip balm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.. I walked to the bus stop which is 5-10 mins walk from home, while the sun was scorching hot. so damn hot and humid. And I was sweating. I hate sweating early in the morning, just not right to start a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.. When I reached the bus stop, the bus just left, so I need to wait for the next one. @#$*%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.. When I reached office, I checked my email, and I found that there's an email from my senior asking me to finish one task before lunchtime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.. I ate my meant-for-breakfast sandwich for lunch, and one huge cup of coffee!! God bless the person who discover coffee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.. I got no inspiration at all of what to post today, thus, this complaining list post..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.. It's 4.30 pm, which means one and a half hour to off-work. Quite a relieved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.. I hope tomorrow will be a better day..God please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, hope you all have a fun Monday guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-461864449233588210?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/461864449233588210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-lazy-ass.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/461864449233588210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/461864449233588210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-lazy-ass.html' title='I&apos;m a lazy ass'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SsB2ccS8CoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/djYmlkvGBeo/s72-c/beautiful+mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-403928455832467231</id><published>2009-09-25T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:38:07.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Little Sis........</title><content type='html'>is blogging now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some 'encouragement' from me, she finally released her first post :) Her name is Evelyn, just graduated from uni, and jobless -okay, still looking for job-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still new in this thing, so might need time to learn, like all of us did. I really like her blog heading though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she will do some fashion blogging, outfit photos kinda thing, cause personally I think she has a good sense of style, and always pull out some nice look from what she has in her wardrobe (which only God knows how many)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, you might want to check &lt;a href="http://myshybaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;myshybaby&lt;/a&gt; out and give her some xoxo support ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo to all of you too :) have a fun weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-403928455832467231?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/403928455832467231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-sis.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/403928455832467231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/403928455832467231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-little-sis.html' title='My Little Sis........'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5438818786631129582</id><published>2009-09-24T15:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:47:27.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>1+1+1 = perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SrseFaR7Z9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WRezwq1TCJI/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384930857754257362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SrseFaR7Z9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WRezwq1TCJI/s400/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i30.tinypic.com/303k08z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been blessed by God with two little sisters. Yes, my mom and dad have three girls in the family, which cause equally the same fun and trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the oldest sister, most of the time I act like a typical oldest, controlling and selfish. Luckily, my two little sisters are the sweetest sisters you will ever know, they can bear with me being annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes in the middle of the night, while my sis already sleep comfortably inside their blanket, I will wake them up to accompany me to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water (yes, I'm that chicken, I'm scared of dark and night) So, they will grumble a bit but still go with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I'm away from home like now, they will try to keep in touch as much as they can. And everytime I go back home they always give me a big hug, and the sweetest smiles they can give. It's always been a heartwarming moment everytime I get to go back and see them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We shared a bedroom until I was around 22, and that didn't bother us at all. We always spend the night chatting and joking and laughing together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two sisters are very different one to another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My second sis is very easy-going. She's more extrovert, cheerful, and lively. She enjoys fashion and shopping more than anything else. As a matter of fact, I always go to her everytime I cannot decide what to wear. She enjoys things I enjoy. So we do get along really well like bestfriends. Oh, she's also very funny, we always share the same jokes and laugh until we cannot stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My baby sis is my mom's forever babygirl. She's also a forever babysis for me. She's more introvert, very sensitive, kind-hearted, and generous. She never wants to make trouble with people, and always try so hard not to hurt people's feeling. She's also a very sweet girl. She always keeps every gift she got since she was very young. She keeps all very neatly as if they're treasures. Once when I had my 17 birthday, she made a DIY chained mini photo frames that was filled with my photos since I was a baby until then. That was the sweetest gift I've ever received,really. I always feel sorry for her because I often refused to play with her when we were young, so now I really sincerely wants to be a good sister for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have seen a lot of family in which siblings cannot get along well and stuff. I also heard people complaining about their siblings. And this makes me more and more grateful that I have such a wonderful family. Of course we fight and quarrel, but never will we try to hurt each other nor will we speak negatively about each other to other people. We always try to appreciate and cherish each other. And I do love them a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I post this because suddenly I miss them so much. I cannot wait until December when I will go back home to see them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5438818786631129582?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5438818786631129582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/111-perfection.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5438818786631129582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5438818786631129582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/111-perfection.html' title='1+1+1 = perfection'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SrseFaR7Z9I/AAAAAAAAAVI/WRezwq1TCJI/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-4107953926047602703</id><published>2009-09-23T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:03:09.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My boyfriend...</title><content type='html'>...is going to Japan for a conference tomorrow, for two weeks. He's going to show off his robot in some international robotic event. And I'm proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I've never been away from him that long (no kidding..) and I know I'm going to miss him..I keep on telling myself "For God's sake, it's only two short weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel that I put myself in my self-created so-called bad condition. So, I really need to stop thinking the sad things, and start thinking of small things that I should be happy and grateful with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here is a list of the two-week blues remedies (hope I won't bored you) :&lt;br /&gt;1.. I have a stack of books I bought but didn't get the chance to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight : I'm still stuck at the first book (what's the first book's title again?) when Edward starts going after Bella.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows which few pages I've read months ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Revolutionary Road&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;September's Elle (But September is finishing soon..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 other books my Mom bought for me (These ones are must-read) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.. I can go on diet, which I can't while boyfriend is around, he always takes me to eat good food, which of course I cannot resist. I might be able to actually wear my skinny jeans again!! (I lose and gain weight very fast, and I don't know whether it is a good thing or not) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.. I have a stack of dvds I didn't get the chance to watch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys Before Flower, ya I know it's cheesy, but the guy is quite cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kim Sam Soon, I don't know what the hell is this, my friend lend me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSI New York season 5 woohoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;    I think I should finish these before I really buy House and Gossip Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.. I just found one new place that serves tasty cuppa, named Black Canyon. Finding a tasty cuppa always makes me happy. I can go there again one day (or two) this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.. I can chit chat with my mom and sis longer. My mom has 'booked' me for chatting session everyday after work, while my boyfriend is away. Isn't she sweet :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.. More shopping session with bbf!! ....which is probably not a good idea, after a second thought.. I really do need to save money to get a house.. okay, chatting over coffee (and dessert) session..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.. I have time to pamper myself!! It's been quite long.. I can do some home spa. maybe some face mask, manicure, body scrub, or hair cut (!!! my hair is a mess) ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.. I finally have time to take some outfit photos. I always want to do this since I love mix&amp;amp;matching things I have in my wardrobe..Let's see if I can actually do this..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.. ...................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I should stop, it's enough for two weeks..And my lil sis just gave me a lecture on how to be a romantic girlfriend (I'm a super romantic person, NOT).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sis : Just for once, be romantic, get him some small stuff that will remind him of you..maybe, boneka babi?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: u mean barbie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sis:  whatever..just take him to a dinner and while waiting for the food, you can run to the nearest shop and get something..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: why do I need to run?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sis: grr..because you need to rush unless you want him to think that you're doing something "big" in the toilet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: but, me and him can msn and even webcam everyday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sis: technology is the least romantic thing in the world, u know that?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: ok ok fine, I'll be romantic for once and get him something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sis: good..a relationship need some spices to live on, you know..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My little sister is teaching me to keep a relationship alive. great. Okay, maybe I will really get something for him, and show him that I too can actually be a sweet and romantic girl. (urghh, just this once)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will really miss him though..&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/3823455773700220965-4107953926047602703?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/4107953926047602703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4107953926047602703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/4107953926047602703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-boyfriend.html' title='My boyfriend...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1764720069294411943</id><published>2009-09-22T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:18:02.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>I can't help..</title><content type='html'>..not posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly Spring 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture38.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/Picture38.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture35.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/Picture35.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture37.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/Picture37.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture34.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/Picture34.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about this collection. I adore the mix of colors, patterns, materials on the outfit and accessories. And the exaggarating black bow are really something. Great look to pull out this Spring :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1764720069294411943?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1764720069294411943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-help.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1764720069294411943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1764720069294411943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-help.html' title='I can&apos;t help..'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/milly/th_Picture38.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5194836123205794830</id><published>2009-09-21T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:22:39.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Finally, taking a deep a breath</title><content type='html'>The whole weekend has been extremely packed and exhausting. Had a series of birthday party, wedding dinner, farewell lunch, one-day shopping with bbf, and movie date. That explains my absence for these few days. One good thing is we're having a long weekend here in Singapore since today is a holiday, so at least today I can just rest and slack at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sunday we're attending a greater than grand wedding dinner. The food was great, including scallops, abalone, prawns, lobster, fish, and one whole piece of sharksfin. Not to forget, free flow of wine. The bride, who was my high school friend looked pretty and glowing, with a beautiful cheongsam collar dress, and jimmy choo shoes. Oh I got to see some friends I haven't seen for quite a while also, and that felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't stop yawning, so I better go back to bed again. Good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5194836123205794830?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5194836123205794830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-taking-deep-breath.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5194836123205794830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5194836123205794830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-taking-deep-breath.html' title='Finally, taking a deep a breath'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-8549981172958130241</id><published>2009-09-16T19:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:30:11.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Can she ever go wrong?</title><content type='html'>Everytime I see Kate Lanphear, I die. This Style Director of US Elle always manages to direct her own style in a majorly mind-blowing kinda way.. I seriously plan to steal anything she has inside her closet, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/klanphear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/klanphear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in black, and bringing a little of white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/klanphear4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/klanphear4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the coolest and the fiercest set of accesories in the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/rotmkate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/rotmkate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever thought of wearing your shirt that way? me, no.. But do I like it? Oh, I love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/klanphear8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/klanphear8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in dark grey..looking as fabulous as ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/klanphear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/klanphear1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many white tees, black skinies, black booties, and blazers she has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/klanphearv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/klanphearv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/klanphearv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/klanphearv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and studdeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/klanphearv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/klanphearv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/lanphear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/lanphear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more black and white, except this time she wears mini skirt, and shorts..and oh so wow black booties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/katelanphear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 730px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://jakandjil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/katelanphear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain doesn't put a stop on her..Still looking fab with a black dress..and look at her tiny sling bag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylesightings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/l9992194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 703px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1046px" alt="" src="http://www.stylesightings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/l9992194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo via &lt;a href="http://www.stylesightings/"&gt;stylesightings&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jakandjil/"&gt;jakandjil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No personal favorite cos all these are my favorites..But this last look really got me stunned..I love everything about it..The grey blazer, the white tees, the black pants, the studded belt, the accesories, shoes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post got me in a very good mood to shop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-8549981172958130241?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/8549981172958130241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-she-ever-gone-wrong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8549981172958130241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/8549981172958130241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-she-ever-gone-wrong.html' title='Can she ever go wrong?'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-2541347450028708669</id><published>2009-09-16T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:28:09.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I know I am blessed, I know I am loved</title><content type='html'>When I open my eyes early in the morning knowing another busy day is ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might be afraid of not being able to see tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have two slices of bread for breakfast every morning&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might not even have anything to eat for one whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a job in Singapore, afar from home&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might have sent hundreds of CVs but get no call-ins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get a message from my mom every single day just asking how I am doing&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might not even know how it feels to have a mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a simple dinner after work&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might not have time to eat because of working overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a lot of options of clothes to wear for the week&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might have been wearing the same clothes for months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see my boyfriend's smiling face&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might cry over a harassing boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the strength to walk the roughest path of life&lt;br /&gt;while someone out there might think to give up and stop walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when I try to see that someone out there might go through worse than me&lt;br /&gt;It is when I see that what I am going through is not that hard&lt;br /&gt;It is when I see that I am precious no matter how I am or who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I know that I am blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Someone died on the cross&lt;br /&gt;so that I can live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Someone bore a scar in His hands&lt;br /&gt;so that I can be blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I know that I am dearly loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, be blessed and be grateful in every single thing happened in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are all precious and you are all loved :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-2541347450028708669?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/2541347450028708669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-am-blessed-i-know-i-am-loved.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2541347450028708669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/2541347450028708669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-know-i-am-blessed-i-know-i-am-loved.html' title='I know I am blessed, I know I am loved'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-313344655171286209</id><published>2009-09-15T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:04:48.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Flora and Fauna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/rebecca%20taylor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture47.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/rebecca%20taylor/Picture47.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/rebecca%20taylor/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture49.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx241/ilovecoolthings/rebecca%20taylor/Picture49.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo via &lt;a href="http://ilovecoolthings/"&gt;ilovecoolthings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Taylor spring 2010 collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of animal and floral print in one look, but Rebecca Taylor make it fabulously possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these looks shout rebel and cute at the same time, and oh, for the name of fashion, how I love it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-313344655171286209?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2YlYCyUAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/DE2ZJSullPI/s1600-h/grace13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381124897654329346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2YlYCyUAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/DE2ZJSullPI/s400/grace13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Yk7epswI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IS-bYV5AycI/s1600-h/grace12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381124889986577154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Yk7epswI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IS-bYV5AycI/s400/grace12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Ykgc5CuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PGexbFgyBlQ/s1600-h/grace11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381124882731436770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Ykgc5CuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PGexbFgyBlQ/s400/grace11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2YkAd49SI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ciAfOpBkDYk/s1600-h/grace10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381124874145690914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2YkAd49SI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ciAfOpBkDYk/s400/grace10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Xbb_0XgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZN9wDIEJkaI/s1600-h/grace9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123627405303298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Xbb_0XgI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZN9wDIEJkaI/s400/grace9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2XaZHGd2I/AAAAAAAAATw/W_ZOZHYWVng/s1600-h/grace7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123609450674018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2XaZHGd2I/AAAAAAAAATw/W_ZOZHYWVng/s400/grace7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2XZyemjOI/AAAAAAAAATo/-MZjM5u6MDA/s1600-h/grace6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123599080262882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2XZyemjOI/AAAAAAAAATo/-MZjM5u6MDA/s400/grace6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2WlBQTeiI/AAAAAAAAATg/opldIwMQXHE/s1600-h/grace4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122692513757730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2WlBQTeiI/AAAAAAAAATg/opldIwMQXHE/s400/grace4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2WkrfuX7I/AAAAAAAAATY/y3-UO5oCAXc/s1600-h/grace3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122686672854962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2WkrfuX7I/AAAAAAAAATY/y3-UO5oCAXc/s400/grace3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2WkKaOx9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/9WMm8iD4ebE/s1600-h/grace2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122677791442898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2WkKaOx9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/9WMm8iD4ebE/s400/grace2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Wjv4TRSI/AAAAAAAAATI/H_16PeZMxKw/s1600-h/grace.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122670669808930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2Wjv4TRSI/AAAAAAAAATI/H_16PeZMxKw/s400/grace.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photos via &lt;a href="http://starbucksandjane/"&gt;starbucksandjane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She passed away two years before I was born, but her name is very familiar to my ears because my mom was her big fan, and her story was a constant bedtime story instead of Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. She told me how beautiful and how graceful she was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen her in some movie clips and yes she was extraordinarily pretty. I've seen her standing besides Prince Rainier III of Monaco. And she was the prettiest princess I've ever seen. But when i found these pictures, I saw her as a simple girl from Pennsylvania who was just having the time of her life, not as an Oscar winning actress, not as a princess, but just as a girl. And this side of her is even more attracting than any other sides. As lovely as Grace Kelly really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-213037936951474269?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/213037936951474269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-she-lovely.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/213037936951474269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/213037936951474269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-she-lovely.html' title='Isn&apos;t she lovely...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sq2YlYCyUAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/DE2ZJSullPI/s72-c/grace13.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5389249365197734979</id><published>2009-09-13T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:42:19.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>There's something about this pair of shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://annamcdonald.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341f78a253ef0120a5976f5e970c-pi"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px" alt="" src="http://annamcdonald.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341f78a253ef0120a5976f5e970c-pi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo via &lt;a href="http://shoeyorkcity/"&gt;shoeyorkcity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nine West Iota, Spring 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and I love them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5389249365197734979?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5389249365197734979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-something-about-this-pair-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5389249365197734979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5389249365197734979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-something-about-this-pair-of.html' title='There&apos;s something about this pair of shoes...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-5523675950950965119</id><published>2009-09-12T16:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:26:15.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Just Bought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtmn_UXTTI/AAAAAAAAATA/OeYDJaezfOk/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380507017021967666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtmn_UXTTI/AAAAAAAAATA/OeYDJaezfOk/s400/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtmnZ42lnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Mysisr07JP0/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380507006974465650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtmnZ42lnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Mysisr07JP0/s400/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtmmxUD-KI/AAAAAAAAASw/qAIwISt5R1A/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506996082735266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtmmxUD-KI/AAAAAAAAASw/qAIwISt5R1A/s400/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtlwnfEqWI/AAAAAAAAASo/VK_o-WlrvpE/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506065731627362" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtlwnfEqWI/AAAAAAAAASo/VK_o-WlrvpE/s400/DSC00647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtlwJIRAyI/AAAAAAAAASg/FxqBolXurDc/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtlvWUCaFI/AAAAAAAAASY/An8VIjtOLC8/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506043942070354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtlvWUCaFI/AAAAAAAAASY/An8VIjtOLC8/s400/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtlvIPaDuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y73CqOpJhRA/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380506040164552418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtlvIPaDuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/y73CqOpJhRA/s400/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk4BbIrHI/AAAAAAAAASI/KTcdhE6dVJI/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380505093441891442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk4BbIrHI/AAAAAAAAASI/KTcdhE6dVJI/s400/DSC00638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk3oRkQdI/AAAAAAAAASA/hJvXj0YFALE/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380505086690869714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk3oRkQdI/AAAAAAAAASA/hJvXj0YFALE/s400/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk3MVeUdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KdcrjSV8JnQ/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380505079191065042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk3MVeUdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KdcrjSV8JnQ/s400/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk2vp-IfI/AAAAAAAAARw/xVcjO0Ldq84/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380505071492407794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk2vp-IfI/AAAAAAAAARw/xVcjO0Ldq84/s400/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk2Jj_VBI/AAAAAAAAARo/FLFoh8ucsLc/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380505061266773010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtk2Jj_VBI/AAAAAAAAARo/FLFoh8ucsLc/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti6e0QIsI/AAAAAAAAARg/FGJUWxjJVkw/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380502936668349122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti6e0QIsI/AAAAAAAAARg/FGJUWxjJVkw/s400/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti58cYRnI/AAAAAAAAARY/iml5CNkY4IE/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380502927441413746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti58cYRnI/AAAAAAAAARY/iml5CNkY4IE/s400/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti5Z2AuMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8ne_mfklIEU/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380502918153681090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti5Z2AuMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8ne_mfklIEU/s400/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti4y-TmiI/AAAAAAAAARI/TYSSwX5Fw6s/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380502907719490082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti4y-TmiI/AAAAAAAAARI/TYSSwX5Fw6s/s400/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti4Y1JhKI/AAAAAAAAARA/UFKYm9gxCxo/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380502900701758626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqti4Y1JhKI/AAAAAAAAARA/UFKYm9gxCxo/s400/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sprained my neck during my sleep. I didn't know how it happened, but the pain is kiling me. I tried salonpas but apparently it doesn't work. So today I'm stuck at home. Hopefully it's going to be over soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for me guys..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-5523675950950965119?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/5523675950950965119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-bought.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5523675950950965119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/5523675950950965119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-bought.html' title='Just Bought'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/Sqtmn_UXTTI/AAAAAAAAATA/OeYDJaezfOk/s72-c/DSC00656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-1989994832621854449</id><published>2009-09-12T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:43:43.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>I finally found...</title><content type='html'>..the eating place with that really wows me :) And it made me happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF, time to splurge on good food. This time, we decided to cut the 'crab'. Yes, some fresh crabs to freshen up our mind for the weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to this eating place at 40 Holland Drive. I remembered eating there months ago, it was good. Then the place was renovated recently, and apparently the food is also improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what we have:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtMAhM7peI/AAAAAAAAAQw/VAxuTpQN7MM/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtL-pQFk8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HooFHmjMaTg/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380477719421490114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtL-pQFk8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HooFHmjMaTg/s400/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered this lime juice. Very refreshing. The sour and sweet were just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtMAMZ0LtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A5ljxnQHwH0/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380477746037403346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtMAMZ0LtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/A5ljxnQHwH0/s400/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's him, with his favorite Teh C. For you who don't know what Teh C is, it's a local black tea mixed with evaporated milk. And it tastes really nice. But I prefer Teh, which is black tea mixed with sweet condensed milk. Little tips for you, if you visit Singapore and you want to order just tea without milk, you should say Teh O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtL_ujFSOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LTiwPGUv9mY/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380477738023209186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtL_ujFSOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LTiwPGUv9mY/s400/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first dish served, Chinese Spinach in Superior Stock. And it was great! Superior stock here is some thick chicken stock, mixed with three kinds of eggs, chicken egg, salted egg, and &lt;em&gt;pitan or&lt;/em&gt; preserved egg. High cholesterol, but damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtL_C3XONI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7FCym0amS34/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380477726297110738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtL_C3XONI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7FCym0amS34/s400/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second dish was this Stir Fried Fish with Ginger and Spring Onion. I love it. The ginger and spring onion add a lot of fragrance to the dish, and the fish is tender and not fishy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtNBrImDsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8IR32DPRstQ/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380478870978170562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtNBrImDsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/8IR32DPRstQ/s400/DSC00606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last dish, and the ultimate best, Salted Egg Yolk Crab. So far, it was the best Salted Egg Yolk Crab I have ever tasted. The crab was fried before stir fried with the salted egg. This made the crab has some savory fried taste and the crab shell become less harder, thus it's easier to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love love love this place because they gave us a huge female crab that had lotssss of egg. OMG, guilty pleasure. And the salted egg yolk sauce... YUMMY, irresistable. It literally made me speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We officially made this eating place our favorite  and recommended place to eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-1989994832621854449?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/1989994832621854449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-found.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1989994832621854449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/1989994832621854449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-found.html' title='I finally found...'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqtL-pQFk8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HooFHmjMaTg/s72-c/DSC00598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-409264391058178785</id><published>2009-09-11T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:25:27.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Can YOU keep a secret?</title><content type='html'>My turn :) Random things that I'd rather keep to myself, but here's I'm sharing them to you. Pls, keep it to yourself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Once when I went to my friend's 'huge' 17th birthday party, i was asked to take part in one silly game which required me to go up and down the stage to pick and move stuffs. Not a good choice for a party where you were not equiped to run up and down some stairs. And here's the 'best' part, when I was about to went down, I somehow stumbled and fell off the stairs, luckily it was only 4 or 5 flights of stairs, but it was in front of hundreds of people, and it ain't just people guys, they're my highschool friends (my highschool crush was there too!!) . Imagine how embarassing was that!! And what made it worse, as I remembered I fell to a position which is not graceful, at all. Of course I acted cool, but it was damn embarassing. After that I swore I wouldn't do any more games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. During my 9-month stay in Singapore, I have purchased more or less 25 pairs of shoes (most probably more, I lost count) Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And 15 bags....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was very small, until around 12 years old, I always cried whenever my dad took me to a lunch out or a dinner out at a non-aircon place. I seriously cried and refused to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a serious phobia on lizard. I literally squeal only at the look of it. Something's really wrong with their smooth naked skin, and those tiny round fingers, and the buldging eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm such a coward when it comes to horror movies. I had trouble sleeping for a week after watching "The Ring" the Japanese version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last Christmas I got a new Sony digi cam mailed over to me as a Christmas gift, and it was from one French guy I used to date. He said I once said that I wanted a camera of my own to take picture of things around me that I found interesting. I didn't even remember I said that, but he did. So it's true, French people ARE romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Me and my boyfriend has a serious problem concerning music we listen.&lt;br /&gt;I like Justin Timberlake. He thinks instead of singing, Justin only makes screeching and weird voices.&lt;br /&gt;He likes Michael Jackson, but he likes the earlier songs like Bad, The Way You Make Me Feel, Beat It. No offense to Jacko fans, I do like his recent works, but his old songs like Beat It annoys me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I cry a lot during my stay in Singapore, until now. I keep on missing home and my family. But everytime they call me I always act strong. Once, my mom called me while I was crying. I pretended that I had a cough to cover my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I slack a lot at work today, and mostly other Fridays. The TGIF feeling always overwhelms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiuh..Finally it's weekend!! Hope you have a wonderful weekend !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3823455773700220965-409264391058178785?l=justcallmeolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/feeds/409264391058178785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-keep-secret.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/409264391058178785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3823455773700220965/posts/default/409264391058178785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justcallmeolive.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-keep-secret.html' title='Can YOU keep a secret?'/><author><name>Olivia Liem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02927882559830945442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/TGtupKD2m9I/AAAAAAAABNk/P4RNbyZJGMo/S220/20100715_390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823455773700220965.post-6589433584539516245</id><published>2009-09-10T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:09:56.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodie'/><title type='text'>Don't skip breakfast!</title><content type='html'>That's what my mom always says. I should agree with that. Breakfast is my favorite meal, especially weekend's breakfast, when I can relax and enjoy my meal while scanning through newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast menu can be various. I love my mom's chicken porridge and fried rice. Or sometimes my dad will buy "mixed rice" nearby after his jogging session. Or in Singapore I usually eat Singaporeans breakfast which can be 'kaya toast and half-boiled egg' or a portion of mee or kway tiao, or a smaller portion of nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, recently I found a very nice breakfast place, it's called Jones, the grocer. This place is a mixture of a cafe and a deli. So besides serving breakfast and brunch, this place also sells a range of food, from meat, cheese, pasta, home-made sauces, breads, biscuits, tea, coffee, fresh fruit juice, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqiuBR-U4gI/AAAAAAAAAQI/26hOQTn4pbk/s1600-h/breakie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379741091921977858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JBCTtXBqqBA/SqiuBR-U4gI/AAAAAAAAAQI/26hOQTn4pbk/s400/breakie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand egg, scrambled (you can have it poached or fried too), and two slices of fresh baked bread with butter on top, sauteed mushrooms, pork sausages, fried bacon, and roasted tomatoes. Yummy. I never count how many calories in those things, got me stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite of mine are these lovely golden pancakes with mangoes, honey syrup, and vanilla ice cream on top. They're really really nice, and wonderfully mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another favorite, Jones' latte. simply irresistible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleus
