<?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-15572662</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:24:04.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scribblings on my notebook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-2376223449810115858</id><published>2007-03-17T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RftgRDrJQTI/AAAAAAAAADA/NuDL9KEHwSc/s1600-h/collage94e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RftgRDrJQTI/AAAAAAAAADA/NuDL9KEHwSc/s400/collage94e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042730053931712818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RftgbjrJQUI/AAAAAAAAADI/bhmkrj4ZWAM/s1600-h/collage95e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RftgbjrJQUI/AAAAAAAAADI/bhmkrj4ZWAM/s400/collage95e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042730234320339266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the hollywood glamour party our dear sharene managed to grab invites for. i rushed down like a mad chicken from work, carrying my big heavy bag of clothes to meet gillian so we could go down to sharene's office at Shangri La to change. i had ended work really late because my boss (he's french) did so many last minute trades, and we had a team of american investors from Goldman Sachs in the office so i couldn't do any work while they were around. Hence we were almost more than an hour late for the party. Anyway, the event was more of a media party, so there were alot of professionals from the media industry. chen hanwei, huang biren, were a few of the stars that were at the party last night. there were a whole lot of good looking men (and ladies of course), dressed up to the nines. but girls i'm telling you, i have never seen so many good lookin' well dressed men all gathered at one event. sharene aka ms "i-am-a-very-visual-person", must have felt like she was in heaven la. hahaha. i felt like i was in one of those cocktail parties from 'sex and the city'. there were heaps of oysters, prawns,  lobsters, sashimi sushi, crab meat stuffed sushi blah blah.. all the things i don't eat!  oh but the desserts were simply deeevine. there were tables on displayed with a variety of cakes, fruits, fondue, chocolate mousse cocktails decorated with ladybug chocolate pieces, etc etc. some of them even looked too pretty to be edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i'm back to work once again! ok i'm too tired to talk about my job right now, so i'll  just leave that for another post... or not. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-2376223449810115858?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/2376223449810115858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/2376223449810115858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2007/03/ah-yes-hollywood-glamour-party-our-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RftgRDrJQTI/AAAAAAAAADA/NuDL9KEHwSc/s72-c/collage94e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-3718856857210535728</id><published>2007-03-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RfbahzrJQSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qan7vfzqaaA/s1600-h/collage91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RfbahzrJQSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qan7vfzqaaA/s400/collage91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041457107229557026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RfbaYTrJQRI/AAAAAAAAACw/qCxoUQlufFg/s1600-h/collage88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RfbaYTrJQRI/AAAAAAAAACw/qCxoUQlufFg/s400/collage88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041456944020799762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The weekend came and left like a gust of wind. on friday night, a group of us headed down to &lt;a href="http://www.littlebali.com/wine%20&amp;%20dance/index.htm"&gt;villa bali&lt;/a&gt; near alexandar road. i didn't manage to capture photos of the place because i left my camera in aaron's car (mel used her camera instead), but you HAVE to check this place out. Okay, despite the heat and mosquitoes, its a really nice place to chill out at night. the wooden decor, soft yellow lights, miniature water fountains together with the rustic charm of the place actually sets you in the mood. As the name suggest, you are to feel as though you are in bali. we got to sit in a little cosy wooden hut while the waitresses served us our food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; day. why u ask? because i finally got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14'inch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;macbook&lt;/span&gt;! Yippeee!!! and yes, as bimbo as it sounds, i got the white one to match the altec lansing speakers some of you guys got me. i've been wanting to get it for the longest time now. i took full advantage of the IT fair to sell the idea of 'getting their precious daughter a new laptop'. and with that, many thanks mummy&amp;daddy. u've made me one happy lil' girl. hehhee. It was mum&amp;amp;dad's silver wedding anniversary on sat, 10/3. And to celebrate, my family headed out for dinner. great stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-3718856857210535728?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/3718856857210535728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/3718856857210535728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-came-and-left-like-gust-of-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RfbahzrJQSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qan7vfzqaaA/s72-c/collage91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-5051621557084616808</id><published>2007-03-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey fellow blog surfers, its me once again. i know, i'm really inconsistent with the whole blogging thing, and so here i am apologising again and again for the disappearing acts.  anyway, back to the updates. Life's been pretty peachy since i ended my internship at EY. Since then, i've been bumming around the house, watching dvds, meeting up with friends, cooking for the family, playing with the dogs, etc etc.. well pretty much doing the things i couldn't do while i was working for the past 2.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KNAzzO7I/AAAAAAAAACY/Q0hlk4JL5KI/s1600-h/collage88b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KNAzzO7I/AAAAAAAAACY/Q0hlk4JL5KI/s400/collage88b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039187357978540978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i kinda miss working though! ironic huh, just a few weeks ago i was complaining about the long hours and how tired i was, and now when i've got so much time on my hands, i'm bored about being too free.  i've been getting alot of 'when are you coming back to EY?'-type of questions from my manager and seniors, well.... i'm using this time off to really consider if i want to persue a career in the audit field for the next few years. yikes.  its scary thinking about how fast we are all growing up, and how we've to start making such big career decisions! i'm starting to feel older and older everyday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KFAzzO6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qT9-8MECcFw/s1600-h/college90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KFAzzO6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/qT9-8MECcFw/s400/college90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039187220539587490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i've also been spending a significant amount of time with my 2 dearest and closest friends for many years... gillian and sharene. they have been complaining that ever since i got back, they've been spending more money on shopping, taxi fares and are getting fatter from all the suppers and after dinner desserts i dragged them to. so much for the love eh. i just got word that sharene managed to get hold of tickets from her office, to an old hollywood glamour party next friday night at the Asian Civilizations Museum! Cool stuff girl. I'm just looking forward to the MAC door gifts! Can't wait!!!! *stamps feet in excitment*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KVAzzO8I/AAAAAAAAACg/doqP4EwXEvU/s1600-h/college+88a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KVAzzO8I/AAAAAAAAACg/doqP4EwXEvU/s400/college+88a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039187495417494466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just before Andrew left back for perth, he made a trip down to my place to visit...not me... but my dog, Bo! And although andrew was slobbered  mercilessly by bo, that smelly slime ball of mine loved andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KbQzzO9I/AAAAAAAAACo/CYi3qjfUVYo/s1600-h/college+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KbQzzO9I/AAAAAAAAACo/CYi3qjfUVYo/s400/college+88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039187602791676882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With time on my hands, i've been occupying myself with trying to master the art of baking. I reckon that baking is harder to master than cooking a meal. Maybe its also because i am way more particular with cakes and desserts than i am with my meals. There are so many elements to consider in baking, such as getting the perfect temperature setting, the right texture, the amount of moisture, blah blah. I had the sudden urge to bake blueberry muffins one morning, and i did! My youngest brother liked it, but it wasn't soft and moist enough for me. So i'm going to try an attempt baking it for the second time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-5051621557084616808?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/5051621557084616808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/5051621557084616808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-fellow-blog-surfers-its-me-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Re7KNAzzO7I/AAAAAAAAACY/Q0hlk4JL5KI/s72-c/collage88b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-8151060284208116366</id><published>2007-02-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:28.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rd74IviY8WI/AAAAAAAAABY/smls2VZLXC8/s1600-h/359778661_1b72f21e4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rd74IviY8WI/AAAAAAAAABY/smls2VZLXC8/s400/359778661_1b72f21e4b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034734262530142562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could say that shoes are my ultimate weakness. i lurrve shoes... they just make me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I must confess, i've purchased 8 pairs of shoes in an approximate span of 4 weeks. Okay, i know thats nothing to be proud of. My dad complains endlessly about how everyone else in the family doesn't have space for their own shoes because of me. Anyhoos, lookie at what i stumbled upon.. &lt;a href="http://www.keds.com/jump.jsp?itemID=156&amp;itemType=CATEGORY&amp;amp;iMainCat=110&amp;iSubCat=156"&gt;Eleanor Gosch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keds.com/jump.jsp?itemID=156&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;itemType=CATEGORY&amp;iMainCat=110&amp;amp;iSubCat=156"&gt; Keds&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(above)&lt;/span&gt;. The bold colours and simple animal graphic designs are just so appealing. Aren't they just darling. Just looking at them makes me feel happy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-8151060284208116366?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/8151060284208116366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/8151060284208116366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-feet.html' title='Happy feet'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rd74IviY8WI/AAAAAAAAABY/smls2VZLXC8/s72-c/359778661_1b72f21e4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-3095042550311952332</id><published>2007-02-19T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Hei Fatt Choy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlNgPiY8QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0phjFPjuQrQ/s1600-h/CIMG1571e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlNgPiY8QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0phjFPjuQrQ/s400/CIMG1571e.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033139274885165314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dong dong dong chiaaang!!&lt;/span&gt; its the lunar new year once again, arrriving with a resounding big bang. what does this mean?! Long public holidays! Yippee! okay, i'm sure we all know that chinese new year is not just all about the red money packets, the delicious food and the numerous parties and celebrations. its about the family. for someone who has been hardly around,given the fact that i've been away from home for the past 3 years, its been such a blessing to spend proper dedicated time with everyone at home. I hardly get to see my family during the week because everyone is either at work, or at school, or spending his entire week at camp (poor shaun boy). although my family has spent a significant proportion of our lunar new year on doing massive chores around the house, it has been an insightful experience. i've come to realise that my family has matured not only in our love for one another, but we've all grown to be more patient and accomodating to each other's needs and preferences. my relationship with my brothers has improved tremendously. i'm so proud of both of them, and its such a joy to see them transforming daily from little rascals, into the God fearing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, onto the chinese new year celebrations. Well, my family spent our morning and afternoon doing the customary visiting routine. and then it was back home for more left over steamboat for dinner! haha.. don't you reckon steamboat always taste much better after its left overnight? After dinner, there was a gathering at Lizzie's place for desserts and coffee/tea. Oh and WAH i must sound this out. Our dearest Eugene teo was suppose to drive to my place n pick me up at about 9pm, but i ended up waiting for him for more than 45mins, and we were super late for the gathering which was suppose to start at 8. i was even falling asleep on the couch, watching fantastic four on cable while waiting for him. it didnt help when we got lost on our way to serangoon gardens, and to think i even printed a map from streetdirectory.com.sg, knowing how eugene is really bad with directions. okok i better stop rambling before he finds out. haha. After lizzie's place...yang, euges and myself headed down to the Cannery at Clarke Quay. As we were talking and catching up on good times, i realised how badly i miss perth. sighs. i want to go back. :( sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rdla7_iY8SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BG_54JaM-Ro/s1600-h/collage89.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rdla7_iY8SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BG_54JaM-Ro/s400/collage89.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033154045277696290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlbIPiY8TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5ZyRG13XqhM/s1600-h/collage87.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlbIPiY8TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5ZyRG13XqhM/s400/collage87.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033154255731093810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-3095042550311952332?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/3095042550311952332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/3095042550311952332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-hei-fatt-choy.html' title='Gong Hei Fatt Choy!'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlNgPiY8QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0phjFPjuQrQ/s72-c/CIMG1571e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-117077829624704684</id><published>2007-02-10T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:27:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a hard day's night, and i've been working like a dog.</title><content type='html'>mmhmm.. back to the blog i come! yes, update i shall. a long time, it has been. Awfully much has happened, i don't even know where to begin. ok for one, i feel like i've been travelling all over singapore in just the past 3 months at EY. right now i'm being posted to 2 companies all the way at Jurong East and Toh Tuck Link. Now that is mad far from where i live. Every morning i take the train from simei all the way to jurong east, and yes, i actually counted the number of stops too.. 20 to be exact. sit until backside pain, and that only happens if i'm 'lucky' enough to even get a seat in the midst of the morning rush hour. another thing, i'm so broke from spending so much money on taxi fares because of all the running around from one company to another... and whats worse we can only claim all additional expenses at the end of the month. I'm mad broke. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so funny how i had been complaining and whinning to my colleagues about my posting when i first found out about it. but right now, looking back, it wasn't that bad. i kinda enjoyed myself this week, well  except for the long working hours lah. i got to learn alot.. although much of it was done under pressure because my manager had assigned me to one of the client's subsidiaries all by myself. whats worse i had an extremely tight deadline...where i had to submit an entire file for review in less than a week! thank goodness, my senior was really patient and she helped me out a great deal with the more complicated sections. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch time. i guess you could say that was the most enjoyable part of the day, other than going home to my comfy bed after a long day's work. Coincidentally, i met Grace one day on my way to lunch and we started meeting up for lunch for a couple of times this week. she just started work at Accenture, and her client's place was in the same international business park area as the company i was auditing for. oh i'm telling you, i had the best yong tau foo at one of the foodcourts there. I even ate the same thing 2 days in a row. Shiokers. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i've been blabbering all about work. i guess thats the only thing worth talking about now because thats the only thing i do. work. :( depressing. I'm really looking forward to the weekend. i'm having dinner with my colleagues tomorrow at city hall and then i guess there's the after dinnner activities as always. my friday night was already burnt out at work, stayed back till 11pm!! sheesh. i'd to work 2 late nights in a row. :( alright, im off to bed. really tired and i'm having a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-117077829624704684?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/117077829624704684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/117077829624704684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-hard-days-night-and-ive-been.html' title='it&apos;s been a hard day&apos;s night, and i&apos;ve been working like a dog.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116867732322099066</id><published>2007-01-13T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:35:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue.</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting all week to say this..... the weekend is finally here!! whooot whoot. Thank u andrew for the erm.. very 'loud' reminder. Hahaa.. boy am i proud to say that i'm finally blogging once again. Unlike andrew who still manages to find the time to blog constantly despite his busy schedule at work, i on the other hand find it difficult to do so. Creating colourful picture collages, uploading photos, thinking of politically correct things to blog about on the web (cannot anyhow blog about what you r feeling ya know) etc, arghhh such a handful already. Haha, okay, i do realise im making a super simple thing like blogging sound hard eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been pretty much alright. work is getting heavier and heavier though. i've been working till about 8pm almost every night... all thanks to it being the audit peak period. And it'll peak even more in feb. whoopeedo. But i must say, i am really pretty happy with the great friends and colleagues i've made at the work place. truly an awesome bunch. its a pity we keep changing audit teams after ever engagement, so i don't usually get to work with the same bunch of people all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how some people can maintain an exciting social life after work. I am really really exhausted after work everyday... how do they do it? I mean, i look horrible after work, hair messy ah, face oily la, i look sooo tired&amp;weary... how to meet up with people like that?! Weekends are really short too, and i spend most of my time resting at home. sighh. so the only time i manage to have abit of fun is during long public holidays(how often does that happen)! My girlfriends and i are thinking of taking up exciting activities like dancing and french lessons, etc. i wonder how long that'll last though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These pictures have been long overdue. Finally finished up the collages just this morning. :) Here's a look of what happened a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 December 06.&lt;/span&gt; Fashion Bar with uru,hans&amp;fabian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/288014/collage79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/470189/collage79.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 Dec 06.&lt;/span&gt; New year's celebration at Sumin's place.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/539755/collage85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/959774/collage85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/450403/collage85b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/918558/collage85b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Weihao&amp;Serene's gorgeous wedding.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/796700/collage73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/145067/collage73.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Jan 07. &lt;/span&gt;Catching up over dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/776611/collage82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/964148/collage82.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116867732322099066?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116867732322099066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116867732322099066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116694711940624349</id><published>2006-12-24T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:58:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its begining to look alot like christmas...</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! its finally the long christmas weekend. you cannot imagine how much i'm appreciating this break right now. This is probably the only reason why i'm actually blogging after such a long time. *pheeew. Most of you would know by now that i'm interning at Ernst&amp;Young singapore and so far.... i can't believe i'm saying this but work has been rather.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alright&lt;/span&gt;. Made a few good friends at work and i love the new office (there is a fantastic view over looking the singapore river from where we sit... its simply gorgeous!). Well work is probably going to intensify really soon once the audit peak period hits in during mid jan, so i'm expecting more OTs, more money going into taxi fares, less time for lunches and of course less time for a life outside of work. yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note, vernon had organised a xmas dinner party last night for all the perthies back in singapore. gosh that boy lives in a hugeeee mansion. we were told to bring some food for the party and i made teriyaki and bbq grilled ribs. my mom insisted on decorating the basket used to put the ribs with ugly xmas streamers just to make it look more presentable. hahaha. it was pretty funny. oh and i also attempted to make white chocolate cranberry fudge slices, which turned out pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/73826/collage79e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/774531/collage79e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing everyone a blessed christmas!&lt;br /&gt;*hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116694711940624349?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116694711940624349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116694711940624349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-begining-to-look-alot-like.html' title='its begining to look alot like christmas...'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116589496855657600</id><published>2006-12-12T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:45:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/475051/collage90e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/890672/collage90e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/410462/collage89e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/221557/collage89e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116589496855657600?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116589496855657600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116589496855657600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116588782029929226</id><published>2006-12-09T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:09:25.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooo one and all. First and foremost i would like to apologise to my dear faithful readers out there who do check in on this lil' space of mine once in awhile. i had problems trying to create a post, i think its due to some glitch with the system. anyhooos, most of you would know that i'm back in singapore! and ever since i got back, i've been pretty busy spending time with my family, flew to bangkok with my mom and aunt for a weekend shopping trip, trying to meet up with old friends and at the same time adapting back to the singaporean way of life. well i would love to talk more about my experiences back home, but i've got to rush off with my mummy and aunties for some metro 20% storewide sale. wahahaa. yep the shopping has been killing me toooo.. but i LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh almost forgot. Photos of what i've been up to so far. and because i'm too lazy to caption and organise them, i've just clumped everything together into one collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/697124/collage87e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/694341/collage87e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/446168/collage87d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/181117/collage87d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/167971/collage92e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/703534/collage92e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116588782029929226?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116588782029929226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116588782029929226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/12/hellooo-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116416090517348498</id><published>2006-11-22T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:41:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all on a monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;marvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; ventured down south to Mandurah  just for a day of photo-taking fun! we need all the photographic memorabilia we can get our hands on before we head back home to cram, congested, humid singapore. even though it was a short trip, it was really refreshing. how can one ever get enough of the blueeee skies, the pretty white fluffy clouds, the sparkling clear waters, oh and not forgetting the evergreen grass patches here in australia. anyhoos... here are some pictures to show all me friends back home that the grass is truly greener on the otherside...with a pun intended. :)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage82a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage82a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage73e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage73e.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Next up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was eugene's birthday on monday! and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&amp;myself&lt;/span&gt; headed to fremantle to celebrate. Eug, if you are reading this, since i didn't get to write on your birthday card due to the lack of space, i'll just shout it out here ya. Happy birthday dudeee!! thanks for all the awesome times and the wonderful friendship. i pray that our mighty God will lead you to the plans He has specially crafted for you. And even though this search for Him is never really an easy one, i pray that He'll instill in you an unwavering spirit which will keep you strong and focused as you journey down this path with Him. Never lose sight of the prize! Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage84ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage84ee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage86b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage86b.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116416090517348498?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116416090517348498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116416090517348498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-on-monday.html' title='all on a monday.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116381877501951748</id><published>2006-11-18T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:29.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;cheeky&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&amp;myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;headed out to the fusion restaurant, Wagamama, for dinner last night.&lt;br /&gt;andrew will soon be leaving for the UK,&lt;br /&gt;off to start his exciting internship programme for the next 3 mths.&lt;br /&gt;Simon will be heading to Melbourne and Brisbane,&lt;br /&gt;where he'll be spending his glorious summer holidays soakin' up the sun.&lt;br /&gt;and me? blahh... :(&lt;br /&gt;i  seriously need a good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos.. Pictures from last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage65ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage65ee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlsyviY8UI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZcaV3sfQ_8/s1600-h/collage79ee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlsyviY8UI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZcaV3sfQ_8/s400/collage79ee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033173677573206338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116381877501951748?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116381877501951748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116381877501951748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/11/andrewcheekystephsimonmyself-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdlsyviY8UI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZcaV3sfQ_8/s72-c/collage79ee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116374288953743555</id><published>2006-11-17T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:56:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry guys for the rather long absence. well now that the exams are finally over, its back to this lil' old blog of mine. I had been on this blogging and blog surfing fast, so as to keep meee concentration level on the exams a full 100%. wahaha.. okay, more like it was one of the many attempts i had to make to keep me focused. And so the dreadful horrifying exams came and left... it happened all too fast. this has officially been my worse exam schedule ever. ask anyone, and they would also tell you how badly crammed my timetable was. what a way to end my semester right!! :( Jialiats. looking back, i can't believe everything is over. oh man the stress, the anxiety, the lack of sleep, etc. but the one amazing thing about the exams is the awesome feeling of feeling so much closer to God more than ever. to know that He is the only thing you can cling onto, your miracle-worker, your life-sustainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos.. here's a preview of what i've been up to since the exams were long gonnee last saturday. its been hanging out with good friends, dvd-ing, grey's anatomy (thanks vernon!), shopppping.. which i like to refer to as retail therapy (now we need lots of those esp. after the exams), etc etc.  the bottom line: i'm certainly most definately enjoying myself! i am happy. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage65a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage65a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage76e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage76e.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116374288953743555?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116374288953743555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116374288953743555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-guys-for-rather-long-absence.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116217071183805606</id><published>2006-10-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:44:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok peeps,  school has officially ended!! and boy do i hear a resounding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WoooHoooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!! Last thurs marked my last day at UWA after 3 whole years of university education. To all you homesick first year freshers at uni, believe me when i say the 3 years will fly by sooo fast, that you'll even wish it could be lil' longer. I recall how anxious and eager i was to graduate and to pack up &amp; head back home during my very first semester here. Oh gosh, its all different now. For one, I am so dreading the packing bit. I have an insane amount of things to bring back.. mainly clothes. :( HOW! headache ah headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoos, in attempt to mark my final day at uni with a bang.. well sort of. i decided to head to the tav with andrew,alvin&amp;marvin. okay, i don't mean to sound pathets but that was the 2nd time i've ever been to the famous school Tavern in my entire 3 years here. and to think i only found out where it was this year. Well apparently i heard the tav throws a huge major end of semester party on the final day of school, and its really jammed packed with people, booze and sausage sizzles(i'm guessing). But because we were there at 11a.m. in the morning, in between classes, it was absolutely quiet and boorrleeng.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage83b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage83b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School may be over, but the dreadful exams are still around the corner. shrudders.&lt;br /&gt;okie dokey, time to head back to the books. its going to be a long and hard week of cramming everything into this lil' brain of mine. Mug on everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116217071183805606?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116217071183805606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116217071183805606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-peeps-school-has-offici_116217071183805606.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116158263284058486</id><published>2006-10-23T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:50:32.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great conversation with a very dear friend of mine last night. She listened as I poured my heart out. My inner most feelings, fears, expectations all exposed after such a long time of aching within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what the amazing thing was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God actually heard me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw my vulnerability and He spoke to me through a paragraph in a book i read just before i headed off to bed that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letting our hearts be Deepened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....Our hearts are enlarged by Jesus. And by that, we mean that we must be willing to be honest with him and with ourselves about the true nature of our souls- our sorrows, our desires, our dreams, our fears, our deepest and scariest hopes. To invite Jesus to come and walk with us there, to remove from our hearts the things that are getting in the way of our loving. We do not always get what we want, but that doesnt mean we no longer want. It means we stay awake to the unmet longing and ache. Wait there. Invite Jesus to come and He will come. Not always to satisfy us by giving us what we want. But to come himself; to meet us with his very Person and to satisfy us with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Capitivating by John &amp; Stasi Elderedge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many questions i would like answers to. there are many things i wish i could say or do, but all Jesus is telling me is to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Him alone. To know and be contented with His perfect and holy love first, and the rest will fall into place. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116158263284058486?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116158263284058486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116158263284058486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-great-conversation-with-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116131816931909413</id><published>2006-10-20T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:00:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.5 months left and counting down. I'm starting to brace myself for the challenges that await for me back in singapore once again. there are thousands of questions spinning in my head right now that i wish God Himself, would come down in all His Glory and give me answers to each of them specifically. Ha! but its never always that easy huh. And so, I am clinging in faith for we serve an unchanging God who stands firm on His word. He will indeed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Provide&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What will i tell everyone back home about my experiences here after 3 whole molding, cultivating and nurturing years? Who exactly do i want them to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an independent fresh grad all ready and determined to take on the world by its reins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seriously, i just want them to see... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if there is one thing i've truly learnt.. its definately not independence. Instead, i have grown to be so much more dependent on God over the past 3 years. Knowing that without Him, i am nothing on my own. That He is my everything, and He will never stop pursuing after my fragile feminine heart until i live a life that reflects His &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt;. He will not stop this until i am utterly weak and vulnerable before Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, I was brought up by a strict military father who taught me that independence was the key to success. That I had to be strong enough to stand up for myself and showing a slightest sign of weakness was not an option. Unlike many other girls i know, I found it hard to cry. More so, i could never cry infront of my father. I found it hard to display ounces of fear, and could not face my own short comings. it felt as though i had this shielded up heart which in turn had a detrimental effect on the relationships i shared with people around me. although some of them don't say it, i know they feel it. Thinking back, it was so me to act all tough on the outside, as if nothing is wrong especially infront of the people i love because i was so afraid that they would love me less if they knew the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past 3 years here in australia, i have certainly had my own fair share of ups and downs. just as much as i have smelt the sweet fragrances of joy and success, i have also tasted the sheer bitterness of disappointments and failing to meet the expectations i have set out for myself. Thats just life isn't? But in the reality of it all, one thing continues to stand firm... that God is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;. And i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; in all aspects of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't just amazing how God loves our vulnerability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cause when I'm weak, You make me strong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm blind you shine Your light on me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never get by living on my own ability&lt;br /&gt;How refreshing to know You don't need me&lt;br /&gt;How amazing to find that You want me&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stand on Your Truth, and I'll fight with Your Strength&lt;br /&gt;Until You bring the victory, by the power of Christ in me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-'In Me' by Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116131816931909413?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116131816931909413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116131816931909413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-me.html' title='In Me.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116097924915268058</id><published>2006-10-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>Another week has just passed in a flash before my very eyes! Time is really flying by at such supersonic speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my 22nd birthday last sunday. My friends tell me that these are the prime years of one's life and so we'd better enjoy it while it last. So yepp, i've decided to make the most of my life as a 20something yr old, grabbing hold onto any opportunites that come my way (esp ones that allow me to travel and see the world) before it goes downhill once i hit 30. Anyways, it was pretty much a quiet birthday this year. no fancy celebratory dinners or parties... just small meals with close friends. Here are random pictures taken during lunch with SuAnn on monday @ Wagamama, a fusion restaurant located in Subi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage72.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cheeky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;marvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; courageously ventured to the remote hills of Perth just because we wanted to get a taste of the World's best  gourmet pizzas we've heard so much about. Well for an hr's drive, which was quite like a mini road trip, it was worth it! the dessert pizzas are to dieee for.. of course with that i also mean you'll probably die of diabetes from an overdose. Being typical singaporeans, we ordered way more than what we could handle. the guys had this mentality that since we travelled all the way, we just had to order more, even if it meant stuffing ourselves silly! In the end we had to da-bao 3 small boxes of pizza back home.  That was Kiasu-ism at its most.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rf0ZHDrJQVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/edPZtM3CToc/s1600-h/collage80.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rf0ZHDrJQVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/edPZtM3CToc/s400/collage80.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043214766760870226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage81a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage81a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116097924915268058?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116097924915268058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116097924915268058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/Rf0ZHDrJQVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/edPZtM3CToc/s72-c/collage80.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116032450664575641</id><published>2006-10-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:35:30.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes it has been yet another mad &amp; exciting weekend! Alvin, myself, andrew &amp;amp; anthony with their 2 cute lil' brothers headed down to the Perth Royal Show on saturday. it was certainly a Hot Hot Hot day for fun and games at the claremont showgrounds. I shall let the pictures speak for themselves. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage79e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage79e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage73a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage73a.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage74e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage74e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdltsfiY8VI/AAAAAAAAABM/nLgU6_YAMbQ/s1600-h/collage74c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdltsfiY8VI/AAAAAAAAABM/nLgU6_YAMbQ/s400/collage74c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033174669710651730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116032450664575641?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116032450664575641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116032450664575641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-it-has-been-yet-another-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qs_wva4O3vE/RdltsfiY8VI/AAAAAAAAABM/nLgU6_YAMbQ/s72-c/collage74c.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-116006858742102109</id><published>2006-10-06T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:16:27.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage77e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage77e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage78ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage78ee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-116006858742102109?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116006858742102109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/116006858742102109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115995875528620262</id><published>2006-10-04T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:45:55.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was doing my QT today, and you know how sometimes certain paragraphs and verses just strike out so boldly before you that it feels as though God is talking to you directly... i got that today.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little "I am" always sulks and pouts when God says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Let your little "I am" be shriveled up in God's wrath and indignation- "I AM WHO I AM... (exodus 3:14). He must dominate. Isn't it piercing to realise that God not only knows where we live, but also knows the gutters into which we crawl! He will hunt us down as fast as a flash of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-My Utmost for His Highest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lord, teach me. Mold me into the person you have pre destined me to be. I do not just want to exist, but i want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;. That I will live for you and only you alone. Remind me constantly to always uphold you in everything that i do.&lt;br /&gt;That you may become&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; greater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as i become &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115995875528620262?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115995875528620262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115995875528620262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-doing-my-qt-today-and-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115984136724434965</id><published>2006-10-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:41:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last friday, Cheeks, alvin &amp; myself headed down to Mega Music to send our church's bass amp for repair all because anthony blew it with his killer kick-ass bass scales while playing for the last FNL worship. Haha. Anyway, we got to take a look around at all the SWeeet electric guitars hanging all over the place. I have never really taken an interest in learning to play the electric guit, but after looking at all the funky designs &amp;amp; the signatures of famous rockstars, before u even know it you're dreaming of being a famous rock star performing in front of millions of screaming and adoring fans. ahahaa..   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh, and another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My final exam timetable is out! and i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINAL&lt;/span&gt;! *wipes sweat off forehead* the anxiety, the stress!! Woooooah. Anyway, my timetable is really really crappy this semester. You can see why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8th Nov : ACCT 332 Auditing&lt;br /&gt;1oth Nov : FINA 3307 Trading in Securities Markets&lt;br /&gt;10th Nov :  FINA 2202 Financial Statement Analysis&lt;br /&gt;11th Nov :  FINA 3326 Applied Financial Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers in one day!!! thats insane and everything is sooo packed together. Plus i only have about a month to get all the studying done so pleeeease keep me in prayer. All the praying power will be greatly appreciated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.&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;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115984136724434965?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115984136724434965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115984136724434965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/10/electric-dreams.html' title='Electric Dreams'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115959845170595451</id><published>2006-09-30T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:11:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how Big is our God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage72e.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage72e.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115959845170595451?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115959845170595451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115959845170595451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-how-big-is-our-god.html' title='Just how Big is our God?'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115916948832937964</id><published>2006-09-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:49:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just got up from my evening nap not too long ago and boy was it sheeeeook. it was the best nap i've had in months, all thanks to my new $7 pillow i got from Crazy Clarks this afternoon. For the benefit of my friends in singapore, no i didn't get it from a crazy man named clark, think $1.99 shop... just that not everything is priced at $1.99 lah. Anyhoos, $7 for a comfy firm pillow is pretty cheap here. I was suppose to just get a light bulb which i desperately for my bedside lamp. It blew a few weeks ago while i was reading a really interesting chapter of 'Capitvating', a book i'm soo absorbed in at the moment, other than my 'lecture notes'. Instead, i bought a pillow, so up till now... still no lightbulb. Anyhoos, its &lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/OCC_About.asp"&gt;Operation Christmas Child&lt;/a&gt; once again, and a couple of us bought the lil' kids loads of cool toy, clothes, colouring books &amp; funky stationary today. I've a problem fitting a disney colouring book i bought into my shoebox. Crap.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So if anyone has a smaller colouring book, n you don't mind exchanging yours for the one i got, please let me know ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then i better head off and get back to preparing for audit class tomorrow morning. school is starting to kill me! i'm really moody these days because of it.. its taking a toll even on how i relate to the people around me and even my outlook on life in general. sigh. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/7%27gillian%27s%20bbq%20%284ee%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/7%27gillian%27s%20bbq%20%284ee%29.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115916948832937964?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115916948832937964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115916948832937964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-got-up-from-my-evening-nap-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115886772719811833</id><published>2006-09-22T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T03:45:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you one and all for the lurve and concern you've graciously showered me with this past week. Yes i was feeling terrible, but because of all the care and loveeee i got from wonderful friends like yourself, i am now on the road to recovery. It has been a pretty hectic week... there were a couple of convocations to attend, raveen to entertain, oh and not to mention there was the FNL worship practice just the night before my applied financial mangement paper! i am tired.. pooped i tell you. i've been feeling so gloomy &amp; glum all because i had great difficulty trying to cramp everything in that small lil' brain of mine. its just sooo hard to concentrate when you are sick, and the only thing u can possibly think of is lying in that warm comfy bed of yours especially after medication.&lt;br /&gt;the afm paper didn't turn out as bad as i expected it to be. ... praise god! i'm just hoping i'll be able to do well enough. Anyhoos, i met up with veen and su after my paper this evening and found out that Veeen is extending his stay!! wooohooo!!   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage69e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage69e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage70e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage70e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage71e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage71e.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115886772719811833?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115886772719811833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115886772719811833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-one-and-all-for-lurve-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115840062822047194</id><published>2006-09-16T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:46:33.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am feeling horrible this morning!! I'm feeling feverish, i feel as though there's a razor sharp knife stuck down my throat, i feel like puking so badly each time i cough and my eyes are all watery and hot right now as i type this blog entry. i should be in bed resting but i feel worse lying down. The girls are all the way down south near Mandurah for the prayer event, and i'm stuck all alone at home feeling terrible. alright, i shall stop my whinning. I tend to whine alot more when i'm in discomfort lah. hahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veen and i walked up to king's park yesterday morning just because he wanted to take nice photos. we later met SuAnn at Subi... for some shopping at the Salvation Army outlet looking for cheap vintage stuff. i managed to get a retro white sling bag for $4!! i am happy and a big fat cheapo as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage73e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage73e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage72e.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage72e.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats all folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115840062822047194?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115840062822047194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115840062822047194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-feeling-horrible-this-morning-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115839428900249067</id><published>2006-09-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:12:14.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/subi%20001e.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/subi%20001e.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received word that the younger brother got into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ocs&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of youeeee shaun boy..&lt;br /&gt;you'll definately make one finee officer.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115839428900249067?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115839428900249067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115839428900249067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-received-word-that-younger.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115838969604518497</id><published>2006-09-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:08:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The younger brother has finally arrived..and just left this afternoon! He touched down last friday with his friend terry, whom is also from our home church back in spore. i haven't exactly been bringing them around alot because i was busy mugging for my tsm mid term paper on monday. So, they were travelling around pretty much by themselves and meeting up with a couple of their own friends. Thank goodness there was petrina who took time off from her school work to bring them around. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks girl, really appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;It just seems so surreal to see how fast my younger brother has grown up, especially now that he is in the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Veen is here tooo! I couldn't blog about him coming because it was suppose to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top secret&lt;/span&gt;!! he only told me a week before he was flying over and made me promise not to tell anyone because he wanted to surprise both petrina and suann.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (wah thanks alot veen for not including me in the surprise as well lor!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage68.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**The End**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115838969604518497?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115838969604518497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115838969604518497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/younger-brother-has-finally-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115837978113586601</id><published>2006-09-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T12:57:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a ball of a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its the mid-semester school break and about 20 of us travelled to Swan Valley on tuesday for a day of Paintballing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! This officially ranks no.1 out of the very miserable few highlights of mine this year. This is as exciting as it gets for me okay, so for all you people out there who have bungee jumped down great ravines or climbed the Andes Mountains in South America... please don't you spoil my thunder. Nevertheless, i left the place with wonderful memories of the awesome time i had, along with 4 black bruises to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/1600/837475/collage66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/281/1131/400/340751/collage66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage67.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115837978113586601?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115837978113586601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115837978113586601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/ball-of-time.html' title='a ball of a time.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115760257260774801</id><published>2006-09-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:16:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the midst of the mid term assignments and exams, the 3 north zone cells came together in a collaborated attempt for a night of games, worship and of course... study of the word. it was grrrreat! And to think i've been so boggled down from the studying for my mid term papers, plus i'm still mopping over the loss of er...many many marks... all because i couldn't finish my stewpig auditing paper. 15mcqs and 3essays in 1hr15mins!! thats just plain madness.. almost everyone i know couldn't finish it. we are all roast pigs. Anyhoos, back to cell, haha..as i said it was wonderful. the 30 of us played wacko, ching-chong chinese style. boy was that hard! i was the monkey running around in circles at one point all because mitchell accidentally hit my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mouth&lt;/span&gt; even before i could shout someone's name. ouch. but you must admit it was pretty funny.. and conveniently clever of him. Ok nuff' said, here are the photos taken during refreshments time of the lovely and spontaneous fellowship we shared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage64e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage64e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage65e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage65e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can probably tell, i was the photographer for the evening, and i had my big nose pretty much in everyone's business &amp;amp; faces especially when they were busy eating. don't you just hate it when someone pokes a camera into your face whike you are enjoying your food?! well i do... but not when i'm the one taking the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteoo, i've got a lecture to run off too now.&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115760257260774801?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115760257260774801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115760257260774801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-midst-of-mid-term-assignments-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115729576844777832</id><published>2006-09-03T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:02:48.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage63ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage63ee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115729576844777832?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115729576844777832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115729576844777832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115720924634801058</id><published>2006-09-02T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:22:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxeQN2GWAzw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxeQN2GWAzw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="380"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Simon first showed me this video, i thought it was a home made video by 4 fully grown computer geeks with nothing better to do. i mean.. come on, dancing on treadmills? But you must hand it to them, the dance steps were very well syncronized. i would have pictured myself rolling off the threadmills within 5 seconds into the song. Anyway, as i was music surfing on itunes today, guess what? I found these 4 computer geeks under the rock/alternative genre, and they actually have 3 albums! Their band? &lt;a href="http://www.okgo.net/news.aspx"&gt;OK Go&lt;/a&gt;. They are from Chicago and together with off-kilter guitars and straightforward power pop sensibilities, produce eccentric yet catchy songs. Just check out the 2 videos, i'll dare say they beat Shakira's sexy &amp;amp; sensuous moves anytime. Wahaha. Its not everyday you come across a goofy dancing rocker group in neat straight jackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kw0YHv3ub-k"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kw0YHv3ub-k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="380"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115720924634801058?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115720924634801058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115720924634801058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-simon-first-showed-me_115720924634801058.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115668874351615489</id><published>2006-08-30T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:33:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. i am back to this moldy blog of mine once again. i'm getting really tired and lazy to blog these days, and i'm even contemplating to shut it down. but as for now, i'll just put that thought on hold. i was actually in the midst of doing my Tsm3307 tutorial.. and i got stuck halfway so here i am! its sooooo hard. i don't know how am i ever going to pull thru with such tough finance units this semester. I just keep reminding myself.. last lap! last lap and its o.v.e.r! i only have approximately 3 months till the end of semester, a part of me is just dying to return back home, yet another part is still struggling with the idea of applying for PR. there are sacrifices to be made either way, it is just a matter of how willing i am to forgo some of them for another. thinking like a business women, it would be all about the cost vs. benefits, the opportunity cost incurred. most fresh grads are just dying to experience the world which awaits them. But i don't think i am all that ready for the world. i don't want to be enslaved to the whole notion of being stuck in the office 16hours a day, working your butt off through the wee hours of the night, aggressively trying to climb the corporate ladder, engaging in office politics, etc etc. Yuckie Yuck Yuck! i don't see myself as the sort who would rule my career over my very own spiritual and personal life. i don't ever want that to happen to me, and i guess this is something i'll never be able to escape out of if i choose to work in singapore. sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother is probably coming to visit next week! Yay!! it'll be my first family visit e.v.e.r! out of all my 3 years here, no one has ever bothered to come down to see how i'm doing lor!! How sad. and just when its my final semester here, they decide to come because it would mean getting free accomodation for the last time. sheesh. but i dooo love visits and i really really miss my family sooo much, so i'm not complaining. He has his army block leave, i think its the long one after bmt. i just hope i dont start crying when i see him, he's probably all botak, tan and buff now. That will most definately help him in getting a girlfriend. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noo! i'd better get back to my work now, plus my audit revision. I've got my audit mid semester exam next week. Oh the horror. *shudder. Note to self, its the last lap and i'd better finish it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115668874351615489?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115668874351615489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115668874351615489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/08/hellooooo-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115587410970872880</id><published>2006-08-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:27:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage60e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage60e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115587410970872880?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115587410970872880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115587410970872880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115569624990422932</id><published>2006-08-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:25:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tuesday night special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/laksa.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/laksa.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was laska for dinner tonight and it turned out pretty good than how i had expected it. Well of course it still no where near the authenticity and richness of the famous nonya laska you get find along katong, but hey it was quite a decent attempt to head back to my family's peranankan roots. And for that, i am happy. Next, Kway Pai Tee.. thanks to Eugene who brought back Kway pai tee shells from my mother. Okay, i must applaud him for handling it with care, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;of them were brutally damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after dinner Cheeky, Eugene (who just got back from his longggg holiday) and myself headed down to the Moon Cafe at Northbridge. I was so reluctant to head out because it was already coming close to 10pm and i was already in my Pjs and had brushed my teeth. But the guys kept insisting soooo i dragged myself out into the cold night, also because i don't have school tomorrow la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage61e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage61e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***The End***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115569624990422932?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115569624990422932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115569624990422932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/08/tuesday-night-special.html' title='The tuesday night special'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115569438732862028</id><published>2006-08-14T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:45:34.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was Justin's birthday yesterday, and we had a 'muffin' of a celebration after service. we had got him 12 mini muffins plus one large one placed in the center... as birthday cake. i know it sounds strange but its really quite innovative don't ya reckon? Wahaha. I had bumped into rachel, our new cell birthday ic, on the way to daobao lunch along Hampden on saturday. Lovely thoughtful Rachel was on her way to take a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bus &lt;/span&gt;all the way down to Subi just to get a proper cake for Justin! But me bring me.. i just told rach to buy anything that looks close to a cake from Brumby's (a bakery selling everything but cakes) which was just down the road. Anyway, Rach saw the Muffins and so thats how the muffin-cake came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/justin%20001e.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/justin%20001e.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The muffins tasted gross though! I had a apple cinnamon one.. and it was bad. it had a strange after taste. Anyway it was the birthday boy that mattered, not his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; once again Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage58e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage58e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheeky was one behind the camera, which explains the number of bad takes. he was a monkey on fire who just kept snapping and snapping without even telling us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115569438732862028?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115569438732862028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115569438732862028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/08/justins-birthday.html' title='Justin&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115520456688568898</id><published>2006-08-10T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:26:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have u ever gotten out of bed with a rotten feeling that u're about to have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started when i woke up at 6 a.m this morning, desperately trying to rush through my tsm (trading in securities markets) tute for my class at 9a.m. Hookay, and as i was doing my readings and figuring out the tute questions, i felt confident. i felt that i would be able to present a good answer to all of the questions, all except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;. Well apparently, i had to purchase an additional set of readings compiled by the prof to answer that particular question...which i wasn't aware of. Anyhoos, due to the lack of time, i left it blank in hope that i wouldnt be so 'suay' as to be chosen to answer question 3  lar huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long story short.. as my tutor started randomly calling out names from the class list to answer each tute question... i had that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick rotten&lt;/span&gt; feeling inside again. I just knew he was going to call out my name as he came to question 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeap, no prize for guessing... it was me alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone of  the students in class was prepared and were on the ball when it came to answering the tutor's questions. they were awfully smart, and i just couldn't look stupid infront of them. so i attempted, even though i had no clue what the question was asking about because i hadn't even read the readings. I tried reading off suwen's notes at the corner of my eye, and answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The coefficient &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the variable suggests that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; time for each option is shorter for selling than buying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly there was this great silence. Everyone and i mean everyone started looking at me with confused facial expressions. okay.. for the benefit of the non-finance major students, what i rambled in class was a whole lot of rubbish. I had read Suwen's handwritting wrongly it was suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The coefficients of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIDE &lt;/span&gt;variable sugguest that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; time is shorter for sells than buys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone just looked so confused that after 3 mins of silence, i had to explain to my tutor &amp; class that didn't have the readings and so i couldn't answer the question. I felt like a complete moron. I wanted to dive right out of the glass window i was sitting next to in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoopeedoo.. there goes my tute participation. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115520456688568898?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115520456688568898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115520456688568898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115479183619689768</id><published>2006-08-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:48:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/dinner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115479183619689768?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115479183619689768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115479183619689768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115436189183403059</id><published>2006-07-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:04:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the name game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, i have been laughing so hard for the past 10 minutes that i just have to put this down. I was just having an msn conversation with cheeky and he was just asking me for Brandon's contacts. Brandon is a friend who just arrived from singapore a couple of weeks back, and is currently pursuing his 1st semester at UWA. Anyway Cheeky was telling me about what happened during the soccer match they had this afternoon at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;do you have brandon's msn?&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;many thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;br /&gt;Is this for soccer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;haha....soccer/fellowship same thing&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;you know ah. i couldnt remember his name, so i kept on calling him "norman!" or "bobby!"&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;br /&gt;CHEEEKS... JIALIAT the MALIAT leh u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;"eh bobby bobby!"&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;then was wondering why never respond&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;br /&gt;did you manage to get his name right eventually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;i asked mitch like 4 times within an hour&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Tan.... he's a rock.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;Bob the Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is such a Doofus name lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;i think if you were there you confirm pengz&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh... Seriously Cheeky?&lt;br /&gt;Bobby?!?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115436189183403059?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115436189183403059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115436189183403059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/07/name-game.html' title='the name game'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115426998213045271</id><published>2006-07-30T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:53:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hellooo again. i decided to ditch the mugging mode for abit and get into the blogging zone. Everyone has this notion that with deferred papers you have way more time on your hands to study. Technically, thats true. However, its harder when you have been on holiday for such a long time now.. more so when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; around you are still in that holiday mode. it has been rather difficult for me to turn down a few social activities just because i have to s.t.u.d.y! Take for instance, today at church, everyone wanted to go to fremantle for lunch after service.. i on the other hand ended up at good o' Taurus. For the benefit of those who don't know what Taurus is, its this asian hawker foodcourt just next to church, which is also deemed as the go-to place when we need to have a chop chop curry-pok meal especially when assignments or exams due. I can't believe i missed out on the vibrant freo markets, the delicious crepes, the sea breeze and sunshine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh on another note.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's in town?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/ben%20002e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/ben%20002e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Ben my good old jc friend. He's on a holiday here with Ah kow, Darrell &amp; Harley and are staying over at Kenny's smashing apartment. I recieved a strange phonecall this afternoon from this weird guy claiming to be somebody who i apparently gave my no. to at some club. Ha! i don't club at all! Nice try Ben! You should have just faked a thick indian accent and introduced yourself as a cow salesman named Muttusami s/o lakshaman I might have believed you then. Anyhoos, he popped by the house, met cherie steph &amp;amp; cheeky who were at home, uttered a whole lot of rubbish (which embarrassed me quite abit)... and yeah we just caught up! Have i mentioned that i love surprise visits?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/ben%20003e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/ben%20003e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/473/5473355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 84px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/473/5473355.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/138959"&gt;Clarity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115426998213045271?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115426998213045271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115426998213045271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/07/hellooo-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115396720758476631</id><published>2006-07-27T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:06:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School has started! Its just lectures this week, tutes only kick in next week and all i can say is, its gonna be one hell of a semester. Judging by the units i'm doing this sem, it'll be a good thing if i don't peng-san(faint) halfway into the term. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final semester&lt;/span&gt; already!! its scary just thinking of it, soon it will be finding a job, working monsterous &amp; insane hours which will eventually lead to a big fat z.e.r.o in whatever social life i could possibly have. hence i'd better enjoy every ounce of this, whatever u call it.. 'social' life now that i'm still in school and still have friends. everyone i meet in school has been asking me about what i intend to do after i graduate.. and i can never ever answer them with great certainty. Honestly, i cannot be absolutely sure if i really do want to stay or just pack up and go home for good. Most of them are intending to get their PRs because accounting degrees give you sufficient points to get a PR directly, some are going back home to find jobs, some staying on for Honors or intending to get their masters. I'm never any good when it comes to making such humongous decisions such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deferred&lt;/span&gt; paper is scheduled to be on tues, 1 Aug. Let me add that it is absolutely terrible to study when everyone else around you are bumming around doing nothing. I just hope the lecturer uses exactly the same questions as the final. Suwen has volunteered to circle all the important questions (whatever she can possibly remember) that came out in the final. Wah, but then again, i highly doubt it'll even be the same. Rah! Stephanie Lai Shiyue, u'd better get your act together. Focus or you'll end up like a locust. Once that paper is out of the way, i am going to see that i make a list of things i want to accomplish by the end of this semester. Okay, one of them is to have a popiah party! haha.. i am going to learn to make Popiah filling and the kway pai ti shells. I was having huge Kway pai ti cravings last night while talking to Cheeky on msn, it was so bad i abandoned my studying for about half an hr to google for popiah and kway pai ti recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouchh, the old sores on my lips are starting to hurt again which means its time to apply more cream! i spent $17.95 on a small tube of Zovirax cream.. i'm talking 4 cm kind of small. Hokay, time for me to scoot outta here. Got to leave for class soon and its starting to pour outside. Talk about A.L. ! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115396720758476631?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115396720758476631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115396720758476631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/07/school-has-started-its-just-lectures.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115311782428069960</id><published>2006-07-17T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:20:43.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;from church camp that is, which was by the way held down south at Bussleton over the weekend. Being a family camp, we didn't have all the exhausting games and a strict timetable of activities to follow. it was pretty much a free &amp; easy, do whatever you like kind of a camp, we even had to settle our own breakfasts and lunches. as it was my first time attending a family camp, i didn't expect it to be all that relac-1-corner. i've been for so many youth/campus camps over the years, so i must say this family camp has certainly been a change. No dirty games, No groupings, No strict rules to sit with people whom you hardly know over meals, No nasty wake up morning calls in the wee hours of the morning, none of that... zilch. Nevertheless, it was a reeeefreshing change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole aim of the camp was for the church body to get to know Ps Benny, who is our new senior pastor, alot better as he shared the dreams and visions he has for the church as a whole. There weren't any biblical teaching sessions or workshops like most camps, but just pure listening to a man's, our pastor's heart beating with a growing passionate desire for God's people. i just wish i could be here long enough to see those visions come to pass. sigh. to think that this annual camp would mark my last one here in perth. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want moreeee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to take many photos this year round because i've lost my picture appetite you see. And for the photos i did take turned out really badly! yes okay.... i admit its mainly because i look horrible in all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/edited.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/edited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/ansel%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/ansel%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115311782428069960?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115311782428069960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115311782428069960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back-from-church-camp-that-is-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115238386296969726</id><published>2006-07-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:18:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i do realise that this entry has been long overdue. and so i would like to apologise to all me faithful blog readers out there for the lack of updates ( yes cherie, i hear u). i've been interning at church this past week, and have been rather busy and  extremely tired to even check up on this lil' space of mine.  i've been eagerly wanting to blog and upload photos i took last week of all the random hoooliday happiness (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; i started interning), but each night i sit down at my desk infront of the computer ready to start, i would just fall asleep because i'm so tired after working at church for the entire day! i'm talking lying face flat on my desk sleeping and not waking up till some hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/winterholidays%20009e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/winterholidays%20009e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/untitled.9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 127px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/untitled.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage56e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage56e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/untitled1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/untitled1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage57e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage57e.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/untitled2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage54e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage54e.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/025/389/25389131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 89px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/025/389/25389131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Currently listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/23187852"&gt;Every you every me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Placebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115238386296969726?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115238386296969726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115238386296969726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-do-realise-that-this-entry-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115142472832831171</id><published>2006-06-28T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:16:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/totheairport%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/totheairport%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few of us sent Steph off to the airport this afternoon. its funny how i thought i would be the one boarding a plane heading back to Singapore instead. To think this winter break would officially be my first long holiday spent here in boring old Perth. i really do miss my beloved family &amp; friends back home, and of course not to mention my dearest darling Bo!!!And even more so during this cold, miserable winter period when everyone is going back home... back to the sunny warm weather and all the Hokkien Mee, cheng teng, sambal stingray one could possibly eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waaaaaaahh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing home so so so badly right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/034/583/34583514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/034/583/34583514.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/32094096"&gt;Chasing Cars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115142472832831171?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115142472832831171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115142472832831171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-of-us-sent-steph-off-to-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115140161788427238</id><published>2006-06-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:38:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pictorial explosion ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage53e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage53e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage52e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage52e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage55e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage55e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115140161788427238?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115140161788427238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115140161788427238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictorial-explosion-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115099540459455341</id><published>2006-06-26T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:44:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the exams are finally o.v.e.r! and its funny how i update this blog so much more regularly during the exam period than i do now that i'm hoolidehing. anyhoots, there's so much that i would like to say right now, so many things are just running through my head. but i just can't seem to find the words to express how i feel. i know i shouldn't be talking about the exams because whats done has been done. To be honest, i still do worry very much about my results and i do keep thinking about whether or not i can even clear all my units this semster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my faith rests in the Lord, and in Him alone. And I know He'll come through for me. So whatever happens, i will still keep glorifying His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What can we say to describe just a glimpse of Your glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How can our words portray but a thread of your majesty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But still we praise our Savior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In Spirit and in Truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For we cannot say enough about You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hallelujah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Cannot Say Enough by MercyMe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115099540459455341?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115099540459455341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115099540459455341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-so-exams-are-finally-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115068370037004255</id><published>2006-06-19T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:41:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, but i'm not a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, but i'm not a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, but i'm not a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i'm not a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, but i'm not a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you got to help me out, yeahhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i desperately need to stop this lyrical madness.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going on a musicial rampage here and i have to study!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/947/5947716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 87px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/947/5947716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/23794552"&gt;All these things that i've done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by The Killers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115068370037004255?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115068370037004255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115068370037004255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-soul-but-im-not-soldier-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115062537344331931</id><published>2006-06-18T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:12:08.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Here I go,&lt;br /&gt;scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;but there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my only&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only oneeeeeeeee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/amg/pop-cov/135/g1/58/g15823gf0qv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 85px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/amg/pop-cov/135/g1/58/g15823gf0qv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently Screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/145132"&gt;Only One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Yellowcard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115062537344331931?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115062537344331931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115062537344331931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-i-go-scream-my-lungs-out-and-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115043245718701478</id><published>2006-06-16T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:34:17.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i stumbled upon Mark Loy's unofficial FCC photo gallery. and wow, for a guy who constantly goes around with his huge chunky, expensively professional camera, taking random snap shots of people at church when they least expect it, i must say, they do turn out pretty good!! i mean, he is undeniably good with his photography skills. but i was expecting to find alot of unglam candid photos! Instead i found quite a handful of nice ones - esp from the campus camp last winter, which i would personally like to share with you now. okay, most of my fellow church friends would probably have seen this by now, or if u've not... i'm sure they'll bring back tonnes of memories yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/edited.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 97px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/edited.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Campus%20Camp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/Campus%20Camp2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/DSC_8307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/DSC_8307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was a scavenger hunt where we had to walk up and down the large vast mountainous piece of land. and of course by the time we finished, the sun was already setting and we were pooped i tell u!! hmm.. amazingly somehow a few of us could even stop &amp; pose for a photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the raft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/DSC_8526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 296px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/DSC_8526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this to me was one of the highlights of the camp. not because our we victoriously won the competition, but because we lost in the most hilariously embarrassing manner. by looking at the design of our raft, and coupled with the fact we had a team of engineering students, we thought  we wining this raft building &amp; racing compeitition would be a piece of cake. WELL, we thought wrong. here's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Campus%20camp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/Campus%20camp1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. everyone already racing back to the finish line. 2. everyone was already back on shore and we were seemingly still miles away. 3. ok... more like we were SINKING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my FavouriteST photo...ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/DSC_8429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 182px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/DSC_8429.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we were bawling our eyes out after one of the speaker &amp; worship sessions. and it felt so powerful when we prayed altogether. the passion and burning desire to just look to God and let Him take over was so intense, and i could feel it so strongly within these sisters of mine. the power of prayer just breaks down every ounce of walled up emotions. and when we pray together, all those walls just crumble to the ground like dust. and that is what this picture will remind me of all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the worship team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/DSC_8734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/DSC_8734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, if i'm not wrong, this is the one and only photo i have of the ministry i serve in. even then most of the team members aren't all in this shot. since then, there were couple of people who left and new additions to the team. i'm really grateful to be serving in this ministry and its really encouraging to know that each of us are gradually growing in the many different areas of worship. ah, there's so much i would like to say, but i shall leave it for another post in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/The%20end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 100px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/The%20end.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115043245718701478?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115043245718701478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115043245718701478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-stumbled-upon-mark-loys-unofficial.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115035464135039063</id><published>2006-06-15T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:46:27.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/exams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/exams.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;oh how i loathe thee. i've got 3 more papers to go, and the thought of going through another week of pure torturous studying, is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;excruciating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;. my poor brain feels like a shriveled up prune. i'm tired, i'm feeling terribly homesick suddenly, my head feels like its going to drop off, my big backside feels like its increasing at a rate of 1cm/s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;             i can't take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i can't take it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"  &gt;i can't take it anymore!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;anyway, here is something just for all you crazy stressed popsicles out there who, like me, are on the verge of... *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;popping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Q. What did Black Eyed Peas tell the char kway tao uncle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;A. Mai Hum, mai hum, mai hum, mai hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/022/175/22175348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/022/175/22175348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/19817782"&gt;Dakota&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115035464135039063?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115035464135039063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115035464135039063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-how-i-loathe-thee.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115021968654977842</id><published>2006-06-14T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:56:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Shoutouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/mitch%26steph.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/mitch%26steph.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:POST-IT Software Notes;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday to youuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:POST-IT Software Notes;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday to youuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:POST-IT Software Notes;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday to Steph &amp; Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:POST-IT Software Notes;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday to youuuueeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:POST-IT Software Notes;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- love you guys. *hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115021968654977842?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115021968654977842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115021968654977842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/birthday-shoutouts.html' title='Birthday Shoutouts'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-115012413775860416</id><published>2006-06-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:05:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Rusby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;This is music for the heavy hearted. Kate Rusby's voice is simply angelic, beautiful yet plaintive. So if you are in a melancholic mood, or u like sad sad sounding songs like me, this will definitely be a piece of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.katerusby.com/rec_gwcf.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 194px;" src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/600/603136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/6968186/a/The+Girl+Who+Couldn%27t+Fly.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a listen to the samples from the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;There remains something irredeemably youthful about The Girl Who Couldn't Fly. It’s not just the butterfly flutter of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yorkshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katerusby.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kate Rusby's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes the songs are bare--guitar and vocals-- but they're never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; spartan, pink as nature intended, a curiously roseate melancholia where even an ill-fated adieu mollifies as fluently as a lullaby....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; -Kevin Maidment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-115012413775860416?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115012413775860416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/115012413775860416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/kate-rusby.html' title='Kate Rusby'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114973462448932808</id><published>2006-06-09T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:50:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zit me zilly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;okay, i'm breaking out terribly. I've never had so many pimples on my forehead before. its so bad that its not funny. i really have no clue why is it this bad now. stress? i don't think so. trust me i get easily stressed all the time but i don't end up having huge zits like these. its zapping every ounce of self esteem i have left. boohoo. was listening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakout' by Swing out Sister  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;this morning. and this is the song that best describes me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;When explanations make no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;When every answer's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;You're fighting with lost confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;All expectations come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;The time has come to make or break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Move on don't hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;(this chorus goes out to anyone who meets me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Don't stop to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Now you've found a break to make it last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;You've got to find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;(don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt; Say what you want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;you may think this is a tab bit cheesey &amp; overly dramatic. but hey! try being sad, pimple-ly, fat, stressed and looking like a toad altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;i'm one uncool banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, my brother shaun is heading into the army &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;!! i think my mummy will cry buckets when she sends him off later. she's one emo emu. she always cries at the airport whenever i leave for Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114973462448932808?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114973462448932808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114973462448932808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/zit-me-zilly.html' title='zit me zilly.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114977839033329224</id><published>2006-06-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:45:18.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;i just committed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; booboo of the century!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;it happened while i was in the shower just a few hours ago.  i squeezed a big blob of shampoo into my palms and as i was ready to rub it onto my hair, guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;I rubbed it all over my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;for a split second i thought it was facial wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114977839033329224?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114977839033329224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114977839033329224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-committed-biggest-booboo-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114966561988962837</id><published>2006-06-08T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:24:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Breather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;i'll do anything to take a break from studying right now. anyway, i got cherie to tag me so i could do this survey. haha.. thats how desperate i am. okay, i'll focus after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do the survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;1. Cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;2. Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;3. Gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;4. Su Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;5. Sharene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;6. Stacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;7. Raveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;8. Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;9. Youru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;10. Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;11. Stefan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;12. Cheeky (Shawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;13. Eugene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;14. Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;15. Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;16. Wei Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;17. Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;18. Vernon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;19. Suwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;20. Kapil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="georgia"&gt;1. How did you meet #14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Stace first introduced him to me during the 1st day of orientation at the octagon lecture theater. And well, despite how unfriendly he looked at first, we happily attend the same church now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;2. What would you do if you had never met #1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I don't know actually, its hard to imagine. i've known her ever since she first came to BMC (our home church back in singapore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;3. What would you do if #20 and #9 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Hahaha.. i would probably freak out. hmm.. although my friends and i do tease her about it at times. i doubt that will ever happen. Ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;4. Would #6 and #17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Hmm.. no? He'll probably kill her with his farts. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;5. Describe #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;I love her to bits! she is such a dear friend to me, and i really thank God for watching over the wonderful friendship of ours all these years. i've known her since sec 2, and we've seen each other through a whole lot. she has a really fun loving personality, she's smart, she's gorgeous, and oh she cracks me up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;6. Do you think #8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;yes! she sure is. beautiful in every waay. she's pretty, she cooks well, she sings beautifully, her thoughtfulness and love for the people around her... everything about her is so endearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;7. Tell me something about #7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;He is a bigger shopaholic than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;8. Do you know anything about #12's family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;He has 2 younger siblings - a younger brother and sister. Hmm.. his dad is a pilot, and according to the stories he told me, his mom is the funny and bold character in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;9. What is #8's favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Jazz? Hahaha.. but i do know who she hates now. the people at Apple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;10.What would you do if #11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;I will give him a huge hug and a wet smackeroo on the cheek. after all, he is my baby brother. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;11. What language does #15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;English and very little chinese(he was after all an ac boy). Oh he is hainanese but i don't know if he speaks hainanese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;12. Who is #9 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Hmm... no one at the moment. Unless she's hiding something or someone from me!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;13. How old is #16 now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;He'll turn 23 in August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;" face="Century Gothic"&gt;14. When was the last time u talked to #13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;This afternoon at lunch. he da-baoed japanese :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong face="Century Gothic"&gt;15. Who's #2's favourite singer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Clay Aiken? correct me if i'm wrong steph, but he was the first person that came to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong face="Century Gothic"&gt;16. Would you date #4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;er, no. for one, she already has a loving boyfriend. but i love her nonetheless! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;17. Would you date #7?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Haha.. hmm.. no. it'll be weird. we go out on shopping trips together though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;18. Is #15 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;er.. I think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;19. What's #10's last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;20. Would you ever consider being in a relationship with #19?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;No. i'm straight. but i truly love the friendship i share with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;21. What schools did #3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Tao Nan Pri, Raffles Girls School, Hwa Chong JC, London School of Economics.  (smart ass.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;22. Where does #6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;3/20 Monash Ave, Nedlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;23. What's your favourite thing about #5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;wahaha, i have so many favorite things about her. ok for one, its her passion for God and her cute and bubbly personality. she rocks at baking as well as sewing. she sews her own evening dresses can! power. u rock my socks babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;24. What do you think of #13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Haha, well, he's sincere, he's really thoughtful and cares greatly for his friends around him. He sleeps alot too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;25. What do #4 and #19 have in common?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;They r both Sues for short. (Su) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;26. What special qualities does #17 hold in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;Hmm.. he's amazing drumming skills. and if it weren't for his numerous musical talents, i guess we will not be on the same worship ministry team together. its been such a joy playing for worship with him every other sunday, especially so when it comes to leading cell worship. i guess it is the common love we share for music, and how we available ourselves before god in the area of worship that just is so special to me. Other special qualities? Try MCQ guessing. He has an amazing ability of guessing all the mcqs and yet getting all of them right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;And so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;because i can't think of another 5 who would want to do this, or who has not already been tagged by both Liz and cherie. Instead, here are 5 people i would like to shout a big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;'I LOVE U'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;Suann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;Gillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;Sharene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114966561988962837?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114966561988962837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114966561988962837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/breather.html' title='A Breather.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114966200098668956</id><published>2006-06-07T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:02:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God whispered to me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what He said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;He reminded me that He'll continually keep pursuing my heart, no matter how many times i've kept silent from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Century Gothic;"&gt;So, where can I possibly go from your Spirit, Lord? How can I lose You? Even if I say that i'm not worthly enough for You, You are there. If i sink low into despair that no one wants to be around me, behold, you are there. Even if i pack up and try to run away from all the past hurts &amp; rejections, still You are with me. If i fence myself up so that no one can hurt me again, even there your hand will guide me. Even when i say 'surely, because of my sins, you will not want to have anything to do with me', even my darkness will not be dark to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And He will make all our nights shine like the day, for our darkness is as light to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114966200098668956?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114966200098668956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114966200098668956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-whispered-to-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114954377547838167</id><published>2006-06-06T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:09:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;my blog entries are as sporadic as the no. of times i actually attend lectures. well done stephanie lai, now you are suffering from its dire consequences! its past 5 a.m. and i've just finished another chapter of my managerial accounting unit. those who know me well enough will know that i don't drink coffee, so my only dosage of caffeine comes from tea. and because i had 2 full cups of Lipton Black tea.. i'm still wide awake at this unearthly hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate hate hate accounting! its unbelievely futile. the figures can be so easily manipulated by anyone who knows how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;anyhoots, i would really appreciate it if you guys could keep me in prayer. here's my exam timetable:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;14 june - Investment Analysis 3324&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;17 june - Managerial Accounting 2203&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;20 june - Corporate Financial Policies 2222&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;21 june - Financial Acc. Theory &amp; Practice 3321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;(thanks cherie for the reminder. heehee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/018/563/18563723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 90px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/018/563/18563723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/16043418"&gt;Sad Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Josh Rouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114954377547838167?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114954377547838167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114954377547838167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-blog-entries-are-as-sporadic-as-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114891614701339812</id><published>2006-05-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:10:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grey line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JO9J.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 201px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JO9J.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Boohoo. Thanks to eugene who generously handed me 2 seasons worth.... i'm hooked on Grey's Anatomy. Although i must say i've been a good girl. i've so far managed to with hold myself from watching a whole shot of episodes all at once. Hurrah! i have kept to my 1 episode per day routine. so its 1 episode of grey's anatomy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; studying. hmmm now lets just see how long that'll last. i bet it'll get more and more intriguing along the way. like they say, 'and so the plot thickens!' hence, making it harder and harder for me to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;would it be better to finish them all in a day or 2, then study with no 'grey's anatomy' distractions. OR, continue with my 1 episode a day plan? wah, that would require alot of determination and resistance from me. ahaha.  and i'm not the most determined and focused person around. Why must i have to choose between Grey's Anatomy and the exams!?! oh the torture. okay, i have issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114891614701339812?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114891614701339812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114891614701339812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/grey-line.html' title='the grey line.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114870392286386337</id><published>2006-05-27T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:12:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;*exhales* i'm extremely pooped. its not as though i did alot today, but somehow it feels like i had the most exhausting day. for one, i have finally finished my group assignment, after nights of figuring out how to even do the darn thing. i would say, that assignment was clearly the hardest &amp; most tedious one i've ever done in my 3 years! i'm just glad its all over. one of my group mates didn't even do a single thing! our project was just left entirely up to the 3 of us left in the group (andy, eug and myself). i could just go on and on complaining about the incompetence of this group member of mine, yet i shan't. eug &amp;amp; i wanted to strike his name off the cover sheet, but he was so persistent in coming down to submit the assignment with us. haha.. i guess he was probably afraid we would do just that. i'll probably fail his peer appraisal. rah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;so after submitting the assignment, eug,cheeks,mitchell and myself headed to the tavern for lunch. ok for those who don't know, the tav. is this bar within the university itself. well, all the universities here have a tav. this is because all the australians drink so much, even in between classes at 12pm in the afternoon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;" &gt;disclaimer: yesterday was the first time i actually set foot into the tav okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;surprisingly, the food was really quite good. so even if you don't wanna go all 'alcoholic', go there for the yummilicous food. i found it quite hard to believe that anything edible from school would taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage50.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage50.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the north zone had to prepare the refreshments for FNL at church that night. everyone was back at my place preparing what seemed lk gazillions amounts of Tuna and Egg sandwiches. the guys baked cookies and it was so funny to watch because guys know absolutely zilch about anything that revolves around baking. the cookies turned out rock hard all because it was left in the oven for way too long. haha, but surprise surprise.. everyone at church must have been very hungry though, for everything was wiped out despite how hard they were! *yaaouch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;alright now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;its late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114870392286386337?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114870392286386337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114870392286386337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/exhales-im-extremely-pooped.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114842983067779904</id><published>2006-05-24T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:14:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;i've only got 2 weeks till the end of school. no, one week. i've got exactly 3 weeks till my 1st paper on the 14th of june. and seriously, i haven't started studying all because of the stupid Investment analysis group assignment that is in the way. thats due friday, and once thats out of the way, i then can start on prep for the exams. i do hope i have enough time to finish the insanely heavy amount of materials covered. to think i only hv 3 weeks to do all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;Anyhoos. Singapore Idol 2006. oh boy, what a stress reliever. i'll let the clip speak for itself. i feel really sorry for these poor poor folks though, to think that even though we're thousands of miles away from singapore, there are people out there still echoing the choruses of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pwess the pway button hor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTE7fCEjsEY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTE7fCEjsEY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114842983067779904?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114842983067779904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114842983067779904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-only-got-2-weeks-till-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114813941550694221</id><published>2006-05-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T07:26:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After worship practice for 13:3o's 'Pay it Forward' event, which btw happens this coming friday, the rest of the worship team stayed behind to play with the little tikes. the worship leaders &amp; some other ministry leaders apparently had some important sound meeting, and so kimmy's 3 kids (marcus, evan &amp;amp; kaitlyn) were left outside the meeting room, running around and shooting styrofoam bullets at each other with evan's  new toy run. when i asked marcus &amp; evan what styrofoam was, they replied, 'styrofoam is the thing you put under a fish tank to prevent the fishes from coming out!' wahahhahaa. spoken from the mouths of babes. so cute lar. i was so caught up playing with all 3 of them, so much so we ended up being the last of the team to leave. i felt like a kid again just chasing after them, making a fool of myself infront of them so they could laugh, dodging evan's bullets matrix style, etc. their smiles, giggles, childlike innocence as well as their embraces are just altogether so endearing. especially so when kaitlyn asks u to carry her n when she keeps r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;unning to u when she is being chased by her brothers. they say its the 'maternal instincts' that r kicking in. i don't believe so though... i've a very longgggg way more till that even happens. haiiyah, i just loveee kids! doesn't everyone?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st row:  1.Kaitlyn licking her fingers after she gobbled down a huge honeycomb chunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.Evan who came ever so close to the camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.Marcus &amp; Evan posing for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4.caitlin bumped into me while i was trying to take a photo of marcus&amp;evan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd row: 1.evan&amp;amp;andrew&lt;br /&gt;2.evan in a ninja pose with andrew's drum sticks.&lt;br /&gt;3.Marcus with andrew's drum sticks.&lt;br /&gt;4.evan again with andrew's drum sticks. (they just love playing with drew's drum sticks hur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd row: i passed my camera to marcus who wanted to play photographer. and he spinned around while taking that row of photos. quite arty farty ah that boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th row: 1.andrew&amp;evan fighting lk jedis with the drum sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2.this time, kaitlyn wanted to be the photographer and she tried taking a photo of me.&lt;br /&gt;3.kaitlyn's again attempting to take photos with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;4.marcus pointing at the camera lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/033/324/33324234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 87px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/033/324/33324234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/28979975"&gt;Like a Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;by Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114813941550694221?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114813941550694221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114813941550694221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-worship-practice-for-133os-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114808915748130185</id><published>2006-05-20T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:17:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored as. (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;as tagged by miss cherie goh, who was tagged. - its a vicious cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;okay, this is really boh liao (is there an english comparative?) but i'll do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01) What is the phone brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;02) What are the last 3 digits of your mobile number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;384&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03) What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hey could you bring ur cfp notes, both wacoc and options. i wish to zap your solutions coz they didn't put it up on webct. Thanks." - andy. (which reminds me...i forgot to pass them to him!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;04) Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;05) Who's the last person you rang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SuWen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;06) Who was your last missed call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;07) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under D?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;08) What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"My dear daughter, how r u? How's your cooking? Do call home now if you can. mommy misses u. Things r a little more settled now."- Mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(gosh this is embarrassing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;09)Who comes up under J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;James, Janice, Janice K., Jay, Jeffrey, Jie Ling, Jin Dao, Joanne, Joette, Jon Bah, Jon Yap, Josh Sim, Joshua Koh, Jun Yuan, Justin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Go to your Sent Items - what does the 5th message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Cheeks! We're coming in 5. Come down now ah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11) Who's the 4th person who comes up under S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;12) Who's your network provider?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Optus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;13) How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;189. (i havent cleared my inbox since 20/3/06.. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;14) What do you have as your background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;er.. ok i just changed it so i could answer this question without embarrassing someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colourful Jewel Biscuits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;15) Who's the 2nd person who comes up under R?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Raj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;16) Who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;17) If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;$14.85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;18) Who's the first person who comes up under C?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19) How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;20) What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gorillaz- Tomorrow Comes today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So do i have the heart to spare others from this nonsensical questionnaire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Su Ann,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sharene, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Gillian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Liz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*evil laughter* cannot pretend pretend u never seee ah!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114808915748130185?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114808915748130185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114808915748130185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored-as-part-2.html' title='Bored as. (part 2)'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114760457521814601</id><published>2006-05-14T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:05:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With the permission of the most gorgeous and obliging model i know, here's presenting to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Very-Photogenic 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gisele Bunchen moveeeee over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114760457521814601?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114760457521814601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114760457521814601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114758627865268617</id><published>2006-05-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:38:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here's to the dearest baby brother of mine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/edited%20stefan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 157px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/edited%20stefan.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i love love love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i don't think you even know about this blog of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*if u do i would be quite worried actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways , i would just like to proclaim to the world how much i love my littlest baby brother!! Wahahaha. There used to be the constant nonsensical sibling disputes and petty quarrels which  occured quite often when we were younger... but i'm quite glad those days are long gone now. at least we do not try and aggravate each other as much right. we would fight over who took more famous amos cookies when mummy buys a big 500gram bag, so much so that she has to ask the lady at the counter to split it evenly into seperate bags everytime she buys them. we would fight over the remote control, because whoever held the remote control held the 'power' to change the channels and watch whatever they please... thank goodness we share similar taste in tv programs most of the time. well except for those evenings when i badly wanted to watch my chinese soap operas and you didn't let me just because you were watching spongebob RERUNS even though you watched it lk 3 times before!!! i mean how many times can you watch one spongebob episode?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, my point is.. i'm pretty sure you brought out both the best and worse in me as a sister. through the years i have realised the importance of being a better role model and a loving sister to both you and shaun. even though you can be quite a spoilt brat at times... i pray that our loving heavenly father will continue to see you through past all this rebelious adolesence phase, and mature you in His love, to be a man who constantly seeks and hungers for more of Him. I do apologise for all the times i have not been there for you, more so since i'm thousands of miles away of home. i hope to change all of that once i return for good ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;姐姐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114758627865268617?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114758627865268617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114758627865268617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/heres-to-dearest-baby-brother-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114727358196404931</id><published>2006-05-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:48:50.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggling down memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/21/2511257/2111208983564l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/75/21/2511257/2111208983564l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Got this photo off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?statpos=bc&amp;uid=2511257"&gt;Ben's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; friendster picture profile. Omigosh, this is really funny. I burst out laughing when i sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;w this photo while friendster-surfing. Disclaimer: Its been a while since i went on friendster ok.. i'm not one of those friendster addicts!  Anyway, back to the photo. Yep those  boys up there were my JC classmates. Ahhh, the memories. Look at kapil back at the end of the row.... hahahaa.. hilarious. I didn't know the guys were that spontaneous as to take a 'bollywood posed' photograph. Haha, edric's floppy mop of a hair is really 'old school' lah. HAHHA... i could just go on and on. i hope he's not reading my blog though, if not he would have strong violent objections to the comment i just made. i can't believe its been what..4 years since i left jc. everyone looks different now, well since the last time i saw them that is. all grown up, more mature, .... and er...better looking? let me put it this way, definately much better looking as compared to how they looked back in Jc. hehheeehe. perhaps it was the 2.5 yrs of National service that transformed these young rascals into grown men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/281/5281415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 89px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/281/5281415.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/151854"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wouldn't be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;by The Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114727358196404931?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114727358196404931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114727358196404931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/giggling-down-memory-lane.html' title='Giggling down memory lane'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114670974381080267</id><published>2006-05-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:10:08.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just got back from school, from a long &amp; extremely boring, yet still utterly confusing lecture. As well as the most political project meeting i've ever attended. *deep sighs*  I have never ever raised my voice at anyone for the longest time until today. and i feel really remorseful about doing so. I guess its just the stress and the tension. one of my group mates started raising her voice at a friend, and i just didn't like the tone she used and how she retaliated when there was a clash of opinions between the both of them. there she was just shouting at suwen, right infront of our new  group member who we were just introduced to,which i felt wasn't leaving a very good impression. i tried to tolerate it by just keeping quiet. but she just went on, and yet suwen would answer so politely and patiently. but it just came to a point where i felt i had to bring my big butt in. and i snapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i probably shouldn't have done that. but i did. why did i snap? she is really quite a pleasent girl, and she has never done anything to offend me. sig h. the strange thing was, after i snapped at her for raising her voice, i actually left leaving as though i had saved the day. that i had saved suwen from more agonising bashings. but did i? i just made someone else feel much worse. i didn't exempify how a christian sister should react. i felt worse after that. anyway, i personally apologised for my behaviour though and yeah things are fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on a side note, the work load is piling up, I've got 2 major group assignments due in the next few weeks and the final exams are coming up in about a months time. I need to get my act altogether, it doesn't help when i've done so badly for my mid semesters and now i need to study twice as much, no thrice.. no quadruplely much harder!! How am i going to get through this semester?! the finishing line seems miles away, and my future looks so bleak. *cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alright then, thats my post for the day. got to rush off to worship practice at church now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adious amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/031/928/31928726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 89px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/031/928/31928726.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/29586901"&gt;Let you go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;by Ashley Parker Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114670974381080267?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114670974381080267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114670974381080267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-bad.html' title='my bad.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114667859622285643</id><published>2006-05-04T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:52:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;In my life be lifted high&lt;br /&gt;In our world be lifted high&lt;br /&gt;In our love be lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-Hillsongs United.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114667859622285643?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114667859622285643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114667859622285643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-my-life-be-lifted-high-in-our-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114640805217329017</id><published>2006-04-30T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:45:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cheeky Chan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;wah this afternoon when i slept..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cheeky Chan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i was going out w naomi watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky Chan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;super shoik la...then i wokeup halfway coz had to study...but forced myself to go back and slp again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;steffi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ok.. keep dreaming cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky Chan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah super sad leh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky Chan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was crying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeky Chan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;maybe i look like king kong to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steffi says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;hahhaahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i will look like godzilla next to brad pitt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/026/362/26362828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/026/362/26362828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/24143850"&gt;Always on your side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sheryl Crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114640805217329017?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114640805217329017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114640805217329017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheeky-chan-says-wah-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114630416291620327</id><published>2006-04-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:57:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Psychedelic Retro-spective.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage43.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage43.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i just got back from 13.30's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;held at church. for those who don't know, 13 30 is a ministry consisting of the youths as well as campus zones in my church, FCC. basically, every month we have a huge gathering, each with a different theme, where everyone just gets together in Praise &amp; Worship, and of course in fellowship with one another. to be honest, i have never looked forward to such events ever since i got back this year. reason being, me feeling rather displaced ever since. maybe its just me feeling all 'attitude problem-ish'  and hence, i am just never in the mood for socialising at such huge events.  And so, the past few meetings, i've always been dragged to go, and each time i come back feeling more disappointed with myself for harbouring such negative feelings constantly. well, the thing was, i actually didn't plan to go for retro night, one reason was because i had tonnes of work to do, and the other.. yup you got it, because i just didnt feel lk it at all!! i just wanted to stay behind while everyone was out at church having fun, and eat my packet of instant mee for dinner. i just wanted to be left alone and feel sorry for myself. okay, but God didn't allow that to happen. after all the irritating yet loving nudgings from steph,cherie,mitch&amp;amp;cheeks, i reluctantly got dressed into whatever i could find was 'retro' enough. the ironic thing was, i was made to usher. To usher in people with a smile so they could feel welcomed and blessed just by coming to this event. inside, i didn't feel that way. but somehow, i managed to pull it off. how hard can it be right to smile? well.. for those who know me well enough, u would know its pretty easy for me. well, during worship, i told God to remove all the negative feelings i have been harbouring for so long so that i could just lift Him up in whatever that I do. so i could put a smile on my face and reflect His love and bountiful blessings at the same time. to praise Him in my worship, to lift Him up in every aspect of my life, with every being in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;From the inside out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lord my soul cries out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Hillsongs United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114630416291620327?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114630416291620327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114630416291620327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/04/psychedelic-retro-spective.html' title='a Psychedelic Retro-spective.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114592959701043620</id><published>2006-04-25T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:53:52.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage44e.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage44e.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;above: the garden wedding ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/collage45.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;above: next up.. the wedding dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was really nice to see everyone all dressed up in smart suits and pretty evening dresses. it was such a change from the usual sloppy tshirt, jeans, berms routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weddings&lt;br /&gt;and the type of effect they leave on a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114592959701043620?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114592959701043620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114592959701043620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/04/boon-carmens-wedding-above-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114589771223176919</id><published>2006-04-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:58:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the one week school break passed by at a blink of an eye. school has started once again, the work load will be intensifying very soon, assignments due along the way, many project group meetings, blah blah blah. i didn't get much work done as i actually planned to. i'm pretty disappointed with myself, however, i really honestly did enjoy every bit of my holiday.. so that is of some consolation. anyhows, here are some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for a glimpse at what i did on just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; friday. just because i decided to bring my big bulky fugly camera out. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fremantle Markets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage41.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage41.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yang, steph &amp; myself headed down to the vibrant fremantle markets after our adventurous attempt in buying a 20year old fridge. (we've been living with a spoilt one for the past month) i do hope our next fridge doesn't break down on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunch with SuAnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage42.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage42.7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;met Su for lunch at Subi, where we ended taking random spastic photos while waiting for the food. we were starving and needed to entertain ourselves during that excruciating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; period of time, as we looked at the other tables being served before us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner at Matsuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/easterweek%20047.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/easterweek%20047.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;what more need i say? but a big thumbs up to the great food and great company!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/654/5654363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 85px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/654/5654363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/140432"&gt;Ali's Waltz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;by Beth Orton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114589771223176919?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114589771223176919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114589771223176919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-week-school-break-passed-by-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114486123176700493</id><published>2006-04-13T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:00:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its Over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;finally... deep sighs. i have just been through the most horrible mid semester exam experience any university student could ever go through. (well i would at least like to believe so) I had 4 mid semester papers back to back! it was absolutely autrocious. the amount of studying that needed to be done in such a short time. the worse thing was that i didn't even have any time to breathe in between each paper. i swear it came to a point where i became so desperate i was just memorising everything. Gosh! i have never felt so bad ever. and each time i sat for a paper, i would come home feeling crappier &amp; crappier because of how horribly i performed and also because (i too would lk to believe) they were terribly difficult. right now, i don't know whether or not to be relieved that its all over or to just be plain worrying about my results. this is a wake up call. its time to get serious with work. I need to buck up. I need to start preparing for my finals ( and mean it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/385/5385122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 92px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/385/5385122.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/66086"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Put your arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;by Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114486123176700493?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114486123176700493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114486123176700493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-over-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114412003493271557</id><published>2006-04-04T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:28:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;God is dealing with me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes i just wished that God is in a hurry, so He can quickly point out what needs to be done in my life and i can get to it fast! i feel as though i'm in a subway queue.. desperately hungry and waiting impatiently to get a bite into a delicious hot-from-the oven chicken terriyaki sandwich. the only thing is, the guy who is preparing that sandwich is taking his own sweet time!! along the way, he keeps asking me so many questions, 'onions or olives?' ' tomatoes &amp; pickles?' .. 'now what dressing would you like?' i get more confused each time he asks me a different question. so i exclaim anything... anything!  just make the sandwich already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make the sandwich already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but our God is never in a hurry now is He?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114412003493271557?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114412003493271557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114412003493271557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-is-dealing-with-me-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114399990948052707</id><published>2006-04-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T01:45:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;saturdays are declared grocery shopping days by my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;household. however, since the catastrophic refrigerator break down, we are limited by the number of perishable food items we can buy. its such a chore to have to keep buying groceries on the day you r going to cook n consume it. so very the ma fan! anyhoos, we went all the way down to  northbridge to get lk 2 pieces of chicken (pathetic) and a small packet of fishballs because i was cooking more macaroni chicken soup for dinner that night. and so, whilst at the oriental shop guess what i stumbled upon? haha this amazing familiar looking curry puff making tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/Image012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the only reason why its so familiarly funny is because you have to read about the story named 'old women and her dentures'  which is based on how the curry puff was invented. go read it on &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://sporadicscribblings.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_sporadicscribblings_archive.html"&gt;Gillian's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; its hilariously disguisting. you'll know what was the driving inspiration behind this thingamagig's design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2 April 20o6. Gillian's 22nd Birthday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday my dear dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;  The girls and i were invited for dinner at Liz's. We had fried bread skin with chilli tuna (which looked lk tau kwa) as an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;entrée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: georgia;"&gt;, beef kway teow soup and yummy mango pudding and truffles for dessert. Meals are always wonderful especially when Lizzy cooks it. haha. I couldn't take photos of the appetizer &amp; main course coz it was all quickly gobbled up even before i could lay my hands on my camera. we were just a bunch of hungry girls, stuffed with chocolate truffles, coupled with a heart of openness which led to sharing of deep insights and revelations from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i had such a wonderful time i tell you. i certainly look forward to more girlie sessions!... fondue is next. one reason why we can never have man around at such dinners is because they would never understand how we women feel or function.. and also because they are probably the root of all the problems in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114399990948052707?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114399990948052707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114399990948052707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/04/saturday-saturdays-are-declared.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114378427836533250</id><published>2006-03-31T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:34:51.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Convocations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;its that time of the year once again. where we come together to congratulate the friends whom have struggled through the past 3-4 years, be it 'effortlessly' or 'tirelessly'.. well it is still a struggle to overcome. this is such a momentous and glorious occassion every student dreams of. it marks the end of your academic life. however, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it also embarks you on another tortourous and vicious phase in life...work. well the one thing i've come to realise after attending various convocations in the past 2 years, is that they are bittersweet. especially for us overseas students. it means having to part with a friend once the ceremony is over, as she makes her way back home. sigh. i reckon' it will be definately hard for me to leave everything behind. especially the wonderful friendships built over the past 3 years. all this makes me ponder, whether or not i should apply for PR at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the end of the year. so far i've not heard any strong indication from God prompting me to stay. so, im taking it as i'm going home. but our God works in mysterious ways eh. who knows what might happen somewhere along the year. *i'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyhoos, photos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Vernon%27s%20Convo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/Vernon%27s%20Convo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;above: the cell at Vernon's Convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Shar%26Val%27s%20Convo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/Shar%26Val%27s%20Convo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;above: Steph, myself, Val &amp; Cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Shar%27s%20convo%20collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/Shar%27s%20convo%20collage.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;above(left): cell girls with Sharon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;above(right): the cell with Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114378427836533250?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114378427836533250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114378427836533250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/03/convocations.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114360709877905202</id><published>2006-03-29T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:38:24.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here's a peek at how my room looks like now that i've settled in. its a tad bit empty though, especially since there is alot more space now. I'm actually thinking of getting a pilate/gym mat &amp; a skipping rope just so i can work out in my room. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage39.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage39.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage39.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ok if you are wondering whats with the mosquito net? let me explain. i bought the net from singapore with the intention of putting it up in my new room in the house my parents just moved into a few days ago. but! while in the process of packing, i forgot to pack the net in the boxes which are suppose to go to the new house, so what the heck... i decided to bring it with me to perth! So just to justify myself, no... i'm not terrified of mosquitoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And.. if you are wondering what the rest of the house looks like.. here's a glimpse. I was actually kinda lazy to go around the house taking photos of every lil' corner. sooo.. i ripped the collage off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.restinyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cherie's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Muhahahaha. Thanks Cherie babe! haha. hope you don't mind. :)  I really thank God for providing this beautiful place for the 3 of us. its really bigg and spacious, great for hosting parties.. if we do ever have parties that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage61.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage61.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/025/585/25585285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 89px;" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/025/585/25585285.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/23368282"&gt;Diamonds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;by Kayne West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114360709877905202?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114360709877905202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114360709877905202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/03/heres-peek-at-how-my-room-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114310906154736709</id><published>2006-03-23T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:33:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e're officially online. Legally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yay to emails, blogging, chatting, surfing... all this without being interupted with the erratic internet connection anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I spent the entire morning calling iinet, D-link and Linksys, asking for technical support on how to set up the wireless connection. living in a big house with 3 computer dodo birds is really not funny when it comes to setting up such techy stuff. well this morning, was a classic example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; illustrating the whole 'if in doubt, blame the problem on someone else'. it was just soo tiring, having to keep repeating the same problem to 3 different groups of people who just keep referring you to someone else. RAH! the most exhausting thing was talking to this lady from linksys who sounded lk a filipino with a thick american/filipino accent. i'm just glad we finally managed to solve this whole situation with the help of mr. computer expert ernest! Thank you ernest for bringing the world wide web back into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/26011322.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 72px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/26011322.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/23794552"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;All the things that I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;by The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114310906154736709?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114310906154736709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114310906154736709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/03/hellooooooo-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114251466537231805</id><published>2006-03-16T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:11:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I cooked&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The funniest thing happened. just thinking about it makes me cringe at my own goondoo-ness. cherie was chopping garlic for her fried rice and chopped a little bit for me too and left it in a bowl. thinking that that was onions i looked at it and exclaimed, "how come so little?!" so i chopped more. and more. and more. and after i finished cooking the dish, and tried it, fwahh it was super garlicky la!! at first i couldnt put my finger on how come it had a funny after taste. and then it hit me!! i thought the bowl of garlic was onions, even though they look and smell entirely different! someone shoot me. andrew said i should change the name of the dish to 'garlic tau hui'. the bean curd was too soft la, so it looked mashed. well but im lucky to have friends who love me. despite how it tasted, they finished most of it. aww.. such encouragement. i'll get there. i'll get there. i thought of taking a picture of it, but i figured it would probably deter  more people from even considering to eat any other food cooked by moi in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the girls and i are in the midst of planning our dinner menu for the week. i'm cooking panfried linguine with bacon &amp;amp; mushrooms! i'll get my onions and garlic right this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114251466537231805?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114251466537231805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114251466537231805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cooked-ma-po-tofu-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114239178866695775</id><published>2006-03-15T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:03:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;there are certain things which i choose to not blog about. but for the first time today, i've decided to blog about a certain issue that i've been dealing with for several months now. recently some hurtful things have been said, and it hurts even more to know that you've lost a friend. even though i was rather distant, i have never thought of you any less than that of a friend who really cared and was geninuely helpful whenever in need. i couldn't express my gratitude and acknowledgment in that, because unspoken of boundaries were in place and i told myself that never will i want to cross those lines. its hard to act as though nothing hurtful was said, because it did. but i'm trying because i don't see how i could ever explain it to you when you are pulling away from people who really do care even you think do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114239178866695775?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114239178866695775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114239178866695775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-certain-things-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114239046327432013</id><published>2006-03-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:56:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new place, a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;i do apologise for not blogging much. its just that i've been rather busy with the new house and school. still trying to get adjusted to the new place, no gas, no hot water, no &lt;b&gt;internet&lt;/b&gt;. sigh. we've been disconnected from the world for quite awhile already, 3 weeks to be exact. and cherie just called the internet co. and they take another 2 wks to get it settled. rah! the wonders of living in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. everything is soo darn s.l.o.w. And so right now, I have resorted to doing the most unethical thing, tapping wireless off someone else. the connection is quite bad though, keeps disconnecting every now and then. but.. i'm not complaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;about the House. its big. i can do cartwheels around my room. its not entirely furnished yet. spent lk mad furniture shopping the past few weeks. i've been to ikea like 4 times in almost a week. Cheeks compares ikea to disneyland. it doesnt take just 1 day, plus you spend the entire day there. initially the whole idea of furniture shopping seemed quite exhilarating. however, as the days went by, it turned into a desperate search of trying to find cheap bargins on items we needed the most for our empty home. i guess most of us are guilty when it comes to inappropriate prioritizing. we tend to buy things we don't need as importantly compared to things we need more. i've grown to learn that about myself. prioritizing. something which i lack &amp; struggle with. i attribute it to me being distracted easily when new problems come my way. i tend to try and attempt solving all of it at once when really, its quite impossible. and because my heart is not in one piece, but scattered all over the place, i lose focusness and i can't make proper decisions or at least stay put with the decision that i have already made. its a vicious cycle. i need someone to understand and not criticize me whenever i make a bad decision or i am confused because it really makes me feel worse and i feel lost completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;alright. will post photos of the house once its done up. its pretty empty and boring now. i'm pretty excited about the challenges that lies ahead. and i pray that as a household, we'll be able to overcome them all with Jesus by our sides. So no matter how ugly or upsetting things may be, yet we will walk in His image. to humble ourselves, forgive, let go and let God. its only been 3 weeks and i feel we've grown so much closer, spiritually and relationally. and i am so proud of how you girls have been living. lives that reflect total obedience &amp; submission and i see He is satisified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114239046327432013?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114239046327432013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114239046327432013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-place-new-beginning.html' title='a new place, a new beginning.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114096597714767228</id><published>2006-02-26T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T15:22:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Perth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hello people. i am right now currently back in Perth. ever since i got back on friday afternoon, i've been bunking at a friend, stacey's place. 6 girls packed in one house, sharing one toilet. can't imagine what it'll be like once school starts next week, when all of us would be rushing for the toilet. it looks lk a refuge camp, as well as an illegal construction workers' accomdation area. well, at least we are so much neater and organised than the boys camping away next door. anyway, things have been pretty much slow moving since i got back. i thought i would be excited about things once i got back. but, there has been quite an unusal turn of emotions that i am currently experiencing right now. the anxiety and eagerness of coming back and settling in for a whole new year altogether has slowly faded away, filling it with emotions of uncertainty and lonliness... in other words, i am rather &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;home sick&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea why on earth i'm feeling this way even though its been barely 3 days!! this is ridiculous. all i think about now are my family and friends back home. i guess when you get too attached to a place for sometime (i.e.3mths of long summer vacation), even though you tell yourself its back in australia where i really want to be, you know deep down in your heart that it is home where you will always belong to. and right now, i have no idea why i feel so detached from life in Perth suddenly. Don't get me wrong, i do enjoy myself in perth and i do have friends whom i love and treasure dearly. but i feel like i'm just suffering from a case of home-sick depression. i have been having a rather negative attitude about things lately. i don't portray it most of the time, trying my best to seemingly exude enthusiasm. well, i've been really praying so very hard for God to just change this attitude of mine into one of a joyfulness and its only in Him where i can find such joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;alright i have to really go now. theres so much left unsaid and i wish i could just blog it all down. BUT, maybe thats a tad inappropriate. i am right now illegally typing this in the stcats computer lab... unsupervised! (because i am no longer a resident here.) ok better go before a tutor comes in and kicks me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/022/865/22865253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="151" alt="" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/022/865/22865253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/19770315"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;The Importance of being Idle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;by Oasis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114096597714767228?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114096597714767228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114096597714767228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-in-perth.html' title='Back in Perth'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-114016942995470181</id><published>2006-02-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:33:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music personified.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The fire fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Most of everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Is full of tired excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; But it’s too hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I wish it were simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; But we give up easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; You’re close enough to see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; You’re the other side of the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="'href="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 108px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/folder.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/16514162"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Other side of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;by KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-114016942995470181?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114016942995470181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/114016942995470181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-personified.html' title='music personified.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113988547615553137</id><published>2006-02-14T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:24:46.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let my life be a love song to You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm still feeling so excited about what happened to me a few nights back that i have to blog it down this morning. so its valentines day. a day for soppy lovey dovey romance, where the burning incense of love lingers in the air like a contagious disease, that is being inhaled instantly by almost everyone walking down the street. u see, my radio is pre set at Class 95fm everynight before i sleep, and it doesn't help when they constantly keep playing the most love-sickly driven songs, more so to get their listeners in the mood for love as what DJ Yas would say on her segment of 'love songs'. on this particular night and coincidentally, i was thinking about certain things that got me pretty upset. i felt so vulnerable at that very moment and i began to absorb every love song i heard like a sponge, as though it was describing my sad situation to my seemingly sad life.&lt;br /&gt;This was the particular song that was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you feel the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Fade into the cold night&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where to turn&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to turn&lt;br /&gt;And all the dreams you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Seem to lose their meaning&lt;br /&gt;Let me in your world&lt;br /&gt;Baby, let me in your world&lt;br /&gt;All you need is someone you can hold&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for you&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine a light for you&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing by&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point i was telling myself, 'wow, wouldn't it be so romantic if someone was singing that to you and actually meant it with all his heart?' And then it HIT me lk a thunder bolt as i was listening to the 2nd verse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this world of strangers&lt;br /&gt;Of cold unfriendly faces&lt;br /&gt;Someone you can trust&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's someone you can trust&lt;br /&gt;I will be your shelter&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Just reach out for my love&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for my love&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and my heart will hear&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, there's nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;(michael W.smith) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i could think of was Jesus. He is that man who is singing that to me and He means every word of it. He is the lover of my soul, my redeemer, my everything. He is all i need. i don't need some person to sing me sweet love-songs, or to feel any voids of 'belongingness'. So no valentine's day is going to make me think or feel otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113988547615553137?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113988547615553137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113988547615553137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-my-life-be-love-song-to-you.html' title='Let my life be a love song to You.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113985173216074806</id><published>2006-02-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:34:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Textile Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage37.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage37.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i have found a new love for Arab Street! the colourful and vibrant streets, together with the nostalgic rows of shophouses, gives a totally different aspect to shopping in the city district. this is a change from the constant shopping at huge shopping centre type of places like Orchard road, City Hall, Bugis, etc. Sharene had to buy materials for an evening dress she is sewing, so we went down to Corina's very own Wedding Dress Boutique at Arab Street. i've never really gotten to know corina personally, even though we stay about a 10 min-walk away from each other, and we've been attending the same church BMC since forever. its mainly because we belong to different age groups and generations. she hangs with the older yuppie crowd, who we always deemed were the 'cool &amp; sophiscated' ones. But today, it was so fun just talking to Corina and finding out about her designing ambitions. Walking around arab street from shop to shop, under the blistering sun, was pretty tiring. from looking for chiffons, to thai silk, to laces, to can-can material like mesh. and woahhh having to think of a colour scheme is a huge headache on its own. i can't wait to see the final product of all your efforts sharene! let me post a picture of your beautiful evening dress when u r done with it k?!? who knows, you might very well be talent spotted by a famous Barcelonian fashion designer who reads my blog. grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/edited%20collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/edited%20collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113985173216074806?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113985173216074806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113985173216074806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/textile-galore.html' title='Textile Galore!'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113965524724174634</id><published>2006-02-10T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:30:28.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i caught the breath-taking live telecast of the 48th annual grammy awards on thursday!! i love watching concerts where high-profile artists come together in a collaborated attempt to perform as one. Madonna with Gorillaz, U2 with Mary J. Blige, kanye west with Jamie Foxx, Mariah Carey with the Love Fellowship Choir, steven tylor, Will-i-am, maroon 5, john legend &amp; joss stone.. all these pairings blew me away with their amazing group performances. despite the vast differences in styles and genres, at the grammys, everyone has only one common voice, the voice of music. oh gosh, i am getting goosebumps all over again just talking about it. i wish i was actually there to watch it live. all this makes me want to go watch a live concert! crap, and to think i missed out on getting tickets to go catch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in July. sobs. i want!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, after being glued to the tube for 3.5 hrs straight, i.. well quite reluctantly (because i was rather tired from all the excitment) headed down to town to meet my good old friends, uru&amp;amp; sumin. we just walked down orchard road, reminiscing about our JC days where we would do the exact same thing during our 1st 3mths. after dinner at Carls Jr. we ventured down to River Hong Bao. it was Cheeeeena to the max. but.. we had fun nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113965524724174634?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113965524724174634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113965524724174634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-caught-breath-taking-live-telecast.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113927293368364652</id><published>2006-02-07T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:56:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my project is over!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;now that one big load is off my chest, i can start enjoying the remaining week of my holidays. time for shopping, meeting up with old friends, dvd-ing, xboxing and packing. my good o' buddy kah sian just got back from his long intense fighter pilot training in canada! So I met him on monday night for dinner at Indo Chine. The food wasn't very fantastic though, quite a disappointment just judging from how nice it looks on the outside. after dinner, we headed down to alley bar, and caught up with each other. its been a year since i last saw him when he was in perth finishing up one of his flying courses. i've known him ever since jc1 and its amazing how we have managed to keep in contact after all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage31.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;p.s. kahsian, i didn't put up the picture of u n your rx8 as you told me to, coz' i feel it would attract unnecessary attention.. if u know what i mean. girls shd love you for the sweet caring gentleman u are. not by the kind of car u drive. grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113927293368364652?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113927293368364652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113927293368364652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/finallymy-project-is-over-now-that-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113906947143009232</id><published>2006-02-05T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:52:04.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... and it still is Chinese New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/edited.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its that time of the year once again. Chinese New Year. a time of celebration with family and friends, some of whom you only see once a year. and with the chinese especially, everything revolves around food. food is a universal language of love especially in my family. even with language as a huge barrier between the grandfolks and the grandchildren, it seems as though the mention of food just breaks it all. even though we don't have much in common, its always my grandaunt's deliciously home cooked meals, home baked cookies, etc, that brings the enitre family altogether. lets just put it this way, the only thing i can think of saying to my grandaunt that will make her happy, or understand me, is to compliment on how good her cooking is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and of course, there were the aunties and uncles who would keep going on about how much you've grown over the years.. some even ask the insane question on when i'm getting married! ... no boyfriend how to get married?! madness. anyway, just to confess and let off something thats been on my chest, my appetite is giantnormous!!! i'm not sure if its because of the stress or the festive season. i've been eating so much its not funny. haii. i'm worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Family pictures everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/cny%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/cny%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;*we took a total of 7 shots just to get the right one we all look good in. yet i still look pregnant in the baby doll top i wore!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Brudders.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/edited%20collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/edited%20collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*goshh.. i really do look pregnant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113906947143009232?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113906947143009232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113906947143009232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-it-still-is-chinese-new-year.html' title='... and it still is Chinese New Year.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113906160020075838</id><published>2006-02-04T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:51:40.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this is for you faithful readers out there, if any, who click on my site now and then only to discover nothing has been changed or updated! i keep telling myself that i should blog more consistently, but its just so difficult with so many things happening right now. i've been rather busy and tied up with my project. firstly, my project mates are killing me. suddenly, i'm being piled up with the hardest job of editing! it sucks because everything is not even coherently structured together.. and this frustrates me! and whats worse than projectmates who don't know their stuff? Project mates who try and take all the credit! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aside to Yang : you promised you would 'ha-dugan' them for me. keep to it okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...Help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, i met Stace for lunch yesterday at coffee club. i had a such a great time just catching up over a meal, even though she made me feel uber guilty after that because she just had a salad, and i had a fatty-filled-with-carbo sandwhich.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.. yet i still love you babe. thanks for listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; i think i really need to be around people right now. it helps with the whole process of getting your mind off certain unnecessary things. so, i have decided to start my meeting up rounds before i go back to australia. And so, if i do suddenly ask any of you out, its not just only because i enjoy your company, but you would really doing me a huge favour of helping me 'de-stress'. &lt;/span&gt;&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;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113906160020075838?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113906160020075838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113906160020075838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-for-you-faithful-readers-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113747102127876440</id><published>2006-01-17T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:52:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coz u're leaving on a jetplane, don't know when you'll be back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*wails*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll miss you G!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/misc%20049.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/misc%20049.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;just before she left us for london again, we met for lunch at parkway and had indian rojak, topping it off with mad shiok durian ice cream.. what a lethal combi. I was burping durian all the way, grossness. anyways, here are some photos from trigger happy.... moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/edited%20collage1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/021/233/21233385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="172" alt="" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/021/233/21233385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Currently listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/19045893"&gt;Perfect Situation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;by Weezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113747102127876440?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113747102127876440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113747102127876440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/01/coz-ure-leaving-on-jetplane-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113613594992842684</id><published>2006-01-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:19:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And here's a look at how i spent my new year's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I made fondue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/ny2006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/ny2006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113613594992842684?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113613594992842684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113613594992842684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-heres-look-at-how-i-spent-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113610420917907424</id><published>2005-12-30T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:14:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 21st to us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/dinner%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the five of us decided to celebrate the birthdays we missed together, just before 2005 comes to an end. it has been quite some time since all 5 of us hung out altogether. you see, i've know this crazy bunch ever since sec 1 where our friendship first blosssomed during our church's youth camp. since then, we have been growing up together, seeing each through everything, thick and thin. anyhoos, dinner at Esplanade's Al Dente was great.. thanks to the coordinator Sharene. She had really pretty table cards for the each of us and even a game planned while we waited for the food to arrive. we had the whole birthday schbang...right down to a cake with candles, even when it wasn't our birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are more photos of one of my most memorable dinners this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage%20(7).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage%20%287%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guys.. i really enjoyed every bit of the evening and here's looking forward to more crazy moments right till we turn old and grey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/017/286/17286985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="157" alt="" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/017/286/17286985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;currently listening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/138662"&gt;Ooh Wee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;by Mark Ronson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113610420917907424?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113610420917907424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113610420917907424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-21st-to-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113569897468087434</id><published>2005-12-27T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:06:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i give You my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Festivities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tis the season to be jolly. i should be feeling a warm tingling sensation of love and joy during my favourite holiday of the year, but instead all i am seeing is the colour &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. don't get me wrong, i enjoyed every bit of it with my family and friends over the christmas lunches and dinners. The thing is i've been clearing out my room, a room cluttered with tangible things attached with memories. Memories that have turned into hurt, dissappointment and disillusionment. I had a tough time trying to sort them out, deciding on where i should keep or part with them. But the hardest and most painful part is learning to let go of the emotions attached. though the photographs, letters, journals, etc.. are now stashed away on top of my wardrobe cupboard, there is still much hurt locked inside my heart. I thought i was stronger than this, i thought i was over it, but the truth is i am not... well not until all that has happened ever since i got back. I am still holding onto much more than i thought i was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Father lord, i look to You for comfort. Lord, mold my heart the way You want it. Teach me O lord to follow your plans for me, and that I will obey it with all my heart. Direct me in the path of your commands, and perserve my life according to your word. Amen"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. and to a certain wonderful few... thank you. *you know who you are* Thank you for just being there when i needed you guys. for listening ever so patiently and lovingly. i would have felt 10 times worse if it weren't for u guys. :*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113569897468087434?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113569897468087434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113569897468087434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-give-you-my-heart.html' title='i give You my heart'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113456524364660919</id><published>2005-12-15T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:05:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 Reasons why you should only sing Karaoke with people who love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. they will tend to be the ones who will not poke fun at your lousy choice of songs, your horrible screaming voice, and of course your 'try-hard' attempt to sing chinese songs even when u have no idea how to read 3/4 of the lyrics on the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. when it comes to the free flow of assorted peanuts, they will eat the ones that you don't (esp the yucky &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green peas&lt;/span&gt;) just so you can ask the waitress for a refill and pick out the ones you like once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. still on the nuts, in an event your friends only eat the ones u do too, they will understand the need of bringing an empty plastic bag so you can throw away the ones u don't like and get ask for a refill. (hey! singaporean or not, technically, you have already paid for it alright!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. when you subconciously start grooving and dancing to chao men's (grasshoppers) "ah la ma wah some pa pi li pa la AI BU PA".. they will join you. come on, you know you once loved that song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. they are the ones who will still love you after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks gillian and suann. i had a blast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yes, and to g, because i love you too, i will not show the rest of the world the 'recording'. wink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113456524364660919?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113456524364660919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113456524364660919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-reasons-why-you-should-only-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113449475757506100</id><published>2005-12-14T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:47:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am enjoying this! Things are going good, real good actually. So much has happened in the course of 1 week! well for one, everyone is finally back altogether. with this i'm refering to my beloved girlies, sharene, g and su. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i really missed all of u so so so dearly, u have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Gillian's back!!! She got back from london on sunday.. in case u are wondering, g's the smart one studying at LSE. And she got a job offer!! In celebration of the good news, she treated su, veen and myself to dinner at crystal jade. I even skipped my taxation class under the 'bad' social influences of Miss Su Ann wong. We had fried Man tou, xiao long bao in a special chilli soya sauce thing, la mian, ma po tofu, pan fried dumplings, shrimp fried rice oh and fried red bean pancake. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, i admit i've been eating heaps these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not like i can help it right, the food is just too good here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And to think dinner was already filling enough, we had mango pudding dessert at this newly opened hong kong cafe just next to lido, opposite the huge zara store. Its super duper shiok, but kinda expensive though. you know how when a guy shares meals with girls, he tends to get a bigger portion of the food than the girls especially when it comes to eating things like dim sum. well in our case, its the complete opposite! I think we were just too greedy for veen to handle. poor dude, i think he didn't get enough to eat. HAHA.. this is so embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Naomi Watts popped by after dinner last night. Despite Veen trying to chomp her head off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he is a very hungry growing boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;she gave him a huge, wet smackaroo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night at Wala Wala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner with Sharene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;top row: su &amp;amp; i taking random photos at east coast park&lt;br /&gt;middle row: sharene, su and i at esplanade's thai express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113449475757506100?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113449475757506100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113449475757506100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-enjoying-this-things-are-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113409828740667472</id><published>2005-12-09T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:18:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's got the whole world in His hands,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;He's got the whole world in His hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I fear no evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for You are with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;strong to deliver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mighty to save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Album: How Great is our God, Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113409828740667472?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113409828740667472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113409828740667472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/hes-got-whole-world-in-his-handshes.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113389005014138362</id><published>2005-12-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:08:13.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I finally went&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and now I'm aching all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has almost been a year since i jogged my usual east coast beach route, thats why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113389005014138362?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113389005014138362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113389005014138362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-finally-went-jogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113375238333294150</id><published>2005-12-05T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:36:06.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had dinner with jeff &amp; his friend's at Carl's Jr. The Burgers and Onion rings were massive.. super shiok la. I didn't get to snap any shots of the food though because it was all 'tension' and awkward at dinner. Uru and I were an hour late and we didn't expect jeff to bring along 5 other friends!! Anyway, after dinner we headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indochine.com.sg/clarke.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Indo Chine's Forbidden City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. p.s. su, g, sharene..we have got to go there to chill one day ya. Can't wait until you girlies come back!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are some random photos taken along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright, its back to more Burnout Revenge for me. Hhaaha.. can you believe it i'm hooked on my brother's xbox games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/641/5641211.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="111" alt="" src="http://us.ent1.yimg.com/images.launch.yahoo.com/000/005/641/5641211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/release/137673"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;There There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;by Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113375238333294150?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113375238333294150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113375238333294150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/had-dinner-with-jeff-his-friends-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113340668879151014</id><published>2005-12-01T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:11:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day i ventured into town since i got back. Met up with youru and shisiong for lunch at Wisma's new foodcourt. After that we were walked down the streets of Orchard, browsed through shops, and sipped on hot fragrant berry tea at The Balcony. i don't know why but i'm currently rather sick of shopping, i just can't seem to master up the energy and enthusiasm for it. maybe its because i ain't got the money for it. sigh.. double sighs. I need a job. but getting a job means having to forgo this wonderful life of lazing on my couch watching tv and dvds, sleeping all day, and going out with friends as and when u please. that's just too much for me to give up. grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tea @ The Balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Later at night, after having my barbequed sambal stingray for dinner at home, I met yang and alvin for coffee at siglap. The boys were in the area and so decided to swing by for coffee. even though i was extremely exhausted, i still met them because its really difficult to get anyone staying on the other side of s'pore to come down to siglap for coffee! Anyhoos i had a great time catching up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113340668879151014?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113340668879151014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113340668879151014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113324862232751729</id><published>2005-11-29T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:34:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;right. updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just for those who are wondering what I had been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage34.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/collage34.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so its been 2 weeks since my last paper. Hmm, what can i say about them now that it is all over? Blah.. i don't want to talk about it actually. All i am feeling right now is the fear of failing my derivatives paper. You'll know you have a huge problem when you come out of the exam hall feeling depressed about your performance especially when everyone else around found the paper relatively manageable. I'm just going to trust God and leave it all up to Him right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;c&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the exams came the tedious task of having to move out of hall. Because cherie, steph and myself are staying out next yr, we had to pack all our stuff out of our rooms and leave them at stace's place where we are temporarily staying at till we find ourselves a decent house! Till then, we are houseless and have to live off our suitcases and boxes. (Thanks stacey!!) Oh and i realised that i have never taken proper photos of my room, so this is for uru and the girlies back home who have asked me a couple of times how my room in hall looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/collage35.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Su&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Its kinda ironic how all the mugging for the exams that drains your every life existence doesn't seem as exhausting as the 'celebrating' after. I've been so tired from all the shopping and walking under the blistering hot summer sun, the countless dvd late nights, etc. I think i've watched about 18 movies in the course of 2 weeks. Yet, i most certainly do enjoy just hanging out and spending time with friends. Anyhows, here are some photos to elaborate what i'm trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage28.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/collage28.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;above: cell bbq lunch at cottlesloe beach. we got a nasty burnt after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage33.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/collage33.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/misc%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/misc%20073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;above: steak dinner at Albion celebrating cheeky, vernon and eugene's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/misc%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/misc%20013.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/misc%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/misc%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;above: su, mitchell and myself while shopping at garden city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/collage36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/200/collage36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;above: cheeks, eugene, vernon and myself at ciao italia where we surprised cheeky with a resounding happy birthday song..italian style. He was so embarrassed, so were we. haha. you should have seen the look on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm back home in singapore at last. Just got back yesterday afternoon, and the funny thing is i'm not exactly the most excited person i thought i would be. One thing's for sure, i do miss my family and nothing beats spending time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113324862232751729?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113324862232751729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113324862232751729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/11/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113192658216368587</id><published>2005-11-14T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:03:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Burfday Mon Cherie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/edited.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/320/edited.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;May you have a blessed one indeed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Lubch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113192658216368587?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113192658216368587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113192658216368587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-burfday-mon-cherie.html' title='Happy Burfday Mon Cherie.'/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572662.post-113180956669671172</id><published>2005-11-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T23:34:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Arh.. Studying Scchmudying..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/calvin%20n%20hobbes10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/400/calvin%20n%20hobbes10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;oh and have i mentioned i hate exams? Yar hur.. i certainly do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;scribbled by&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572662-113180956669671172?l=stephanielai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113180956669671172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15572662/posts/default/113180956669671172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanielai.blogspot.com/2005/11/arh.html' title=''/><author><name>Steffi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10487186566797589596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/281/1131/1600/Music%20Junkie.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
