<?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-7915222</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:42:08.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Last Forever~~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>870</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5138258675972494101</id><published>2009-09-18T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:11:52.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now at a new space:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;einfachheitt.wordpress.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you there! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5138258675972494101?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5138258675972494101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5138258675972494101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5138258675972494101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5138258675972494101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-now-at-new-space-einfachheitt.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8576039310168102852</id><published>2009-09-15T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:18:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wordpress died on me so I gotta blog here instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking for Bridge players. Yes, I'm talking about the dreadful game of bridge. I wanna learn how to play the game for not so obvious reasons. I know ntu has a bridge club, but please please don't expect me to go all the way there to learn. Furthermore, I'm NOT an ntu student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If nus or smu have bridge clubs please let me know as well. I even looked at the Singapore Bridge Association and even though they teach, their's is more of a course thingy, which I DO NOT have the time to attend. I even called Tanglin club, The Australian and new zealand bridge associations located in singapore and all they said was "If there are pple who wanna learn, we will open a bridge class" This spells as ZERO as well because no one has asked to learn bridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm THIS desperate! Really! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I've NOT given my wordpress account to anyone yet. HAHAHAHA! Its time to move from blogspot to wordpress. The functions there are quite fantastic, I must say! :) I might be keeping this blog for important purposes like gaining help or sorts (As you can see from this entry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before anyone forgets - I'm very desperate to look for bridge players! =X Or even if anyone can email me quite clearly how this game goes. Even if its a 20000000 word essay, I'll screen the important bits out myself. Whatever it takes to learn bridge. Okay, bye to blogspot for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REMEMBER BRIDGE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8576039310168102852?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8576039310168102852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8576039310168102852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8576039310168102852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8576039310168102852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordpress-died-on-me-so-i-gotta-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2980779468332872352</id><published>2009-09-14T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:42:10.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the 14th. Which marks our 26th months of together-ness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26th months isn't a long time but it isn't short either. I don't think its even enough to know someone better. It takes a lifetime to know someone isn't it? So, we are barely there yet. BUT.. 26 months is enough to know that at least we're both committed into this relationship which in my opinion is enough for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M is not the very romantic type of guy. It's very hard for him to say "I love you", I can assure that. So imagine my glee when he said that he actually liked me. HAHA! It felt awesome! You know how the usual and romantic love story of how couples' meet - At work, at school, in clubs, through a common friend. He and I met on the streets. Yep, its right on the streets at amk. It was in June 2007 and you know, the usual, when someone approach you, it's nth but plain irritating-ness which I bet is mutual back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until 3 weeks later, when I met him at the exact same spot! He felt familiar and nth else until he approached me again and I think the convo escalated. Heee.. After movie dates and everything else, 14th July 2007 marks the day we got together. Like I said before, he isn't the glib tongue of a person, but this bf of mine proved through his actions that he cares. When I was still clubbing, he would drive down to O bar, zouk etc, to bring me back home safely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent flowers to my office on my 21st bdae; Blue roses my ultimate favourite (He made sure we had a big fight the day before to get me all upset). Despite his busy schedule at smu, he brought me to school on my very first day, waited for me to end class and picked me up after for dinner/supper. The surprises he would give - Kinder bueno in the middle of the night, and when we didn't arrange to meet on that day, he would surprise me at my doorstep just to accompany me. DVD's would see us through the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last yr valentine he was too busy to celebrate with the usual dinner dates that every couple would go through, but after calling me to chat at night, he suddenly appeared at my hse to give me my gift when he used his hse phone to call, which left me reeling with shock. HAHAHA! The day he went to India was just horrible, but we made it through the 2 mths, and now that he's in Boston, I'm pretty much used to this and isn't that crying/whiny/irritating as I used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our usual fights of course, and during the start of the relationship it got sooo bad, I can simply step out of the car and walk away. Even in shopping malls. But now even if M were to ask me when was the last time we quarreled, I don't even know when. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, M changed to who I am now. A few years back, I can very confidently say that Evette Goh would NEVER EVER think of doing a masters. More so, a masters in child psychology. I'm crediting him for this HUGE change in me. Even my parents know that he is of a positive influence towards their daughter, they have no issues in us being together, and even no issues of me flying to the states to see him. My mum did tell me that maybe its God's will for us to meet. I said this before and I'll say it now - I really thank God for putting this boy into my life. I'm truly grateful and thankful! Smelly bunny loves you!! More than ever!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really can't wait for the day I fly. I'm even staring at my air ticket every singe day and it says the same thing: Changi Airport Terminal 1 --&gt; Hong Kong --&gt; Los Angeles International Airport. But still, somehow, this ticket gives me the feeling of anticipation. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you dearest! I miss you despite the distance but I'm glad for daily conversations to sustain us, even if its a very short message, it tells me that connection isn't lost. Smelly bunny loves this! Hehehe.. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall stop here too, its 1230am and there's work tmr. But before I can think of sleeping, I shall complete 1 more hour of studying! Cognitive psychology might be starting to interest me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2980779468332872352?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2980779468332872352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2980779468332872352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2980779468332872352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2980779468332872352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/todays-14th.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2014707413009504985</id><published>2009-09-12T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:53:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't blog for long because there's PLENTY of stuff to do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna thank SZE LANG for being such a nice nice friend. REALLY! I'm thankful for the day we got to know each other. I'm sure M would be happy that I've found nice true friends as well. Girls like Jiamin too. Nothing beats finding very nice gf's. =D I'm grateful and thankful, needless to say! I hope that we can really all go to Japan next May. Its going to be sooo much fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sze lang's bdae is just 1 day away from mine, LIBRA GIRLS ARE SOOO COOOL! HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, chop chop. This post is just to thank that darling girl for reminding me time and time again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss M and his teasing as well. Love you baby! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And like I said in the previous entry, I can't wait for the 18th to be here. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2014707413009504985?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2014707413009504985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2014707413009504985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2014707413009504985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2014707413009504985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-blog-for-long-because-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6583832885213522122</id><published>2009-09-12T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:22:10.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling all stressed out and next week's the second week of school. Gosh, I hate uni life! But of course, the usual convo's with M and the help of very very nice and helpful classmates, I know I can do it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing M studying sooo hard in Babson (But of course he is also enjoying himself, his facebook says it all) makes me motivated too. He'll meet his friends at night to study and what nots. I'm happy the boy is working hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my classmate - Derrick TAN'S bdae celebration in class was a blast! HAHA. Happy 22nd Bdae dude. Its high time this guy finds the other half. If you ask me, he obviously has the looks and the brains, maybe the right one hasn't come yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I can't blog anymore. I gotta head the books! I'm like a zombie everytime school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVETTE CAN'T WAIT FOR THE 18TH OF SEPT TO BE HERE! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, Ich Liebe Dich M! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6583832885213522122?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6583832885213522122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6583832885213522122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6583832885213522122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6583832885213522122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-all-stressed-out-and-next-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6338113785077179767</id><published>2009-09-06T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:51:21.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from the "short getaway". Waiting for M to wake up and of course, be all prepared for school, which totally sucks! :S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of pictures to be uploaded - Be it outdated, very outdated to the getaway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went yachting on saturday and it is sooooo good and relaxing to be at sea! Serious. There were 8 beds on the yacht so imagine the space we have! The scenery is sooooo gorgeous, I really wish that M was here instead. ): Maybe another time, M and I can go alone because Liwei gave me her number if we needed to rent the yacht again! But that's if we're not busy. M's already finding jobs which I hope he will be successful in finding. All I can do on my part is to pray for the boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm proud for his results too! I also saw 3 yachts that smu owned docked at sea. Maybe its for their sailing activities or sth. But oh my, I wish I could extend the getaway. And emma is moving back end of this mth, the first thing I'm gonna do is ransack her wardrobe for winter wear - I'm talking abt lovely trench coats, nice shawls, leather jackets and any H&amp;amp;M stuff. I know its too early to get those, BUT when she's always travelling year end, I have no choice but to do so. She might be doing a europe trip end of this year, since she went to the states last yr, so you see, I'm on the losing end, if I don't grab winter wear fast! =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And despite school not started yet, I'm still busy. Goodness, its like being on a never ending treadmill. When will this end? :S And this sem's results are good! If only mummy can see how much effort I'm putting into this degree. :S Oh well, I can't really complain much, since she's paying for my expenses and travel insurance when I go to the states! Which, I'm really really feeling shameful and guilty for, so I told her she can just fork out a portion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, pictures will be up SOON! I just need more time now. I wish I can buy more time instead. 24 hours is really NOT enough. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6338113785077179767?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6338113785077179767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6338113785077179767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6338113785077179767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6338113785077179767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-from-short-getaway.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7058889083727366448</id><published>2009-09-02T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:16:16.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is quite last minute. But I'm looking for someone who wouldn't mind looking after Ricco for one night! I'm leaving on Saturday and will be back on Sunday, so its just one night! If M is here in Singapore, I'll surely ask him to look after ricco, but now that he's overseas, I dun think that can happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricco's a darling. Super greedy dog. He doesn't shit and pee in the house, he'll tolerate until his daily walks and then he'll start his business. He is quite docile until he sees a cat or other dogs. =X Other than that, since he's well trained, Ricco is quite easy to look after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because he's my favouritest pet doggie in the whole wide world, I would prefer someone who really knows how to look after a dog. This is a must! The worst scenario, I'll have to bring him back to wei wei's place. But as I'm not really wanting that, I hope some kind soul can help. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, as this is a public blog which means anybody can read this, I don't expect strangers to leave comments and stuff, because seriously, I wouldn't even think about leaving ricco with someone I don't even know. My close friends who knows this blog can think about this yea? Let me know, if ANYONE OF YOU GUYS can take ricco. I'll drive him down to ur place before I leave. I'm now asking my cousins (Whom I meet once a year on cny, so its quite a thick-skinned act) if they can help as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7058889083727366448?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7058889083727366448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7058889083727366448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7058889083727366448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7058889083727366448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-quite-last-minute.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-4861281017207562692</id><published>2009-09-01T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:22:11.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bf is busy as usual. Term hasn't officially started but Babson is stressing the students out, piling them with assignments. But still, I must be thankful for the little chats that M will have to make my day. And of course, skype! =) M's pretty much adjusted to life in boston. Playing soccer with new found friends in college. For a moment when M said soccer, I thought he meant rugby, since in the states, rugby is termed as "soccer" while for us, soccer is well, just plain soccer. Looks like I must be motivated to exercise. The bf is leading a healthy lifestyle, but I'm not. Shheeeessshhh!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More good news - My leave is APPROVED! YAYNESS! What with my air tickets booked and paid already and leave being approved, it makes me a very happy girl today! =) I need to save money to bring there now. So guys, DON'T MAKE ME SPEND A SINGLE DROP OF CENT, unless its important. I don't want to land myself in those situation whereby loads of money is spent on a trip and when I get back, my back account is empty. HUGE NO-NO for me! Save save save save! And if I have more money, it also means I can spend on more goodies for you guys. I even thought of what to buy for ship already! And believe it or not, even ricco! =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I have to suffer now, I will. This is what happens when I love to travel! I hope to be going around the world like emma. There's so much that one country can give, I wanna soak up the culture and the history from the states, and next yr, I shall embark on another journey. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to school. Busy life starts next week on the 7th. Goodness, the thought of starting a new term isn't cool at all. I'm getting exhausted and drained from both work and school. Now I must go and pay school fees and then collect my textbooks. Its good to have a head start on school. Oh boy, cognitive psy - Please make this a nice module and not so dry. =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now waiting for M to finish his presentation to his prof and see if he can spare a little bit more time on Skype and also for estee. Ricco's waiting for his daily night walks! =) I love ricco, don't you guys? =))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm now feeling too lazy to bathe. Can I be smelly just for one day? :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-4861281017207562692?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4861281017207562692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=4861281017207562692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4861281017207562692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4861281017207562692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/bf-is-busy-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-1306951863350103998</id><published>2009-08-29T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:33:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loved loved ydae!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Ship's celebration and boy, you guys dunno how much I love the outing. Its supposed to be a buffet dinner + chilling at dap's hse! I gave the buffet a miss because of ricco. No, its not that a dog is more important than friends. Its just that he consumed the WHOLE PACKET of ba kua so I have to monitor him. Even the vet was shock to hear this I tell you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brought him home, bathed him and then quickly drove off with a cake I baked (Not really for this occasion) to Dap's place. I sped all the way and parked the car. Its really exciting to meet up with this group of friends. REALLY. It was actually yc who introduced me to them years back and believe it or not, I should actually be closer to yc than to them, but its now otherwise. HAHAHAHA! I LOVE GIRLFRIENDS LIKE THEM! (Btw, I'm still good friends with yc, its not like we're not close or sth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I watched my teewee while they played Mahjong. Jordan is asleep after having his milk, so we couldn't play with him. But whats good is that I missed chatting with Dap's mum. REALLY. We were in the kitchen and all and she talked to me asking how's M, my work and school. Honestly, I love chats with my friend's mum. HAHA! Its not your typical conversation of "Have you and ur bf planned to get married?" or "Have you eaten?" kinda convo's. Its DEEPER than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the cake I baked was nice okay!! Feli finished the whole cake up. HAHAHAHA! Fetched the girl's back and I was telling ship that I need to know the roads well and that I should drive aimlessly. And she agreed. I finally can understand Ariel's idea of driving aimlessly when she's in Hong Kong. She took the mini bus alone without knowing where its heading and it was like a sight seeing adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, in future if I have no inkling where to head off to, I'll just ring ship and if she's free, I'll pick her up and just drive around. Its nice actually. I like that and most importantly, I love the company. Maybe we'll be exploring around Singapore and finding out places where we've not been to before. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and abit about M. I've seen his Babson's picture and I'm JEALOUS + ENVIOUS. His college is really like your typical American schools. Those that you watch in the movie, where everyone heads off to their lockers and stuff. His canteen looks superb! HAHAHA! It looks like those in the Hotels rather than a college. Oh man, I wonder what's it like to study overseas. Emma says its very refreshing. She studied in the University of Frankfurt and she said that as long as you're Asian, everyone will think you're from Japan, Korea or China. No one heard of Singapore before eh? :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for him to Skype during lectures. I wanna see his lecture halls. Time must pass faster. =) Talking about school, I have yet to receive payment details from Kaplan. Goodness, how am I going to pay for my school fees. :S Time to pester Diana all over again. =X (I think Sam must be laughing right now eh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-1306951863350103998?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1306951863350103998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=1306951863350103998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1306951863350103998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1306951863350103998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-loved-loved-ydae-it-was-ships.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2654425277563427565</id><published>2009-08-28T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:00:19.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skype is making me happy right now! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I complained about my macbook in the past, I'm taking back those words now. =X Macbooks not only have built in webcams (Which is actually quite common) but they also have built in microphones. So I can see and talk to M most of the time, as long as I'm on skype. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to M, Boston's nothing but great! The environment and the friendly people. I mentioned that people there are always smiling and polite, and its really true. I'm glad that he is quite enjoying his stay and of course I'll pray for nice people that he's meeting along the way - Nice dorm-mates, nice professors, nice classmates/schoolmates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling that M can't wait for orientation and when his lecture starts! Kinda feeling excited for him somehow. And best of all, I can't wait to go there to travel with M and his friends. Oh my, can time zoom past NOW?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Ricco ate a whole box of ba kua. Goodness, I'm going to be worried for him right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2654425277563427565?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2654425277563427565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2654425277563427565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2654425277563427565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2654425277563427565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/skype-is-making-me-happy-right-now-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7079172435397138710</id><published>2009-08-26T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:21:16.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M left today. I wasn't that upset compared to how I felt when he left for India. Maybe like what he says - The moment I got my air tickets booked, all I can think of is the holiday trip. The sad news is I have to leave later because exams week are from the 14 to the 21st of december. My flight is now on the 22nd of december. I'm now thinking if I should extend my stay in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, the main point is to go travelling with the bf and I'm very happy. Paid for my tickets after sending M off at the airport. Its sooo embarrassing to cry infront of caleb, xs, paul and tiffany. HAHAHAHA. But its very nice that they were totally understanding and cheered me up in the car ride back. So dear dear, my Skype is now on online mode the whole day even if its 4 or 5am sg timing. Just ring and I'll talk to you for awhile. =D I'll not have skype in the office, so thats when skype is inaccessible but I have msn. So access of communication is definitely there. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll be reading this since there is wireless in Virgin airlines. Enjoy Boston, MA! I'll see you PHYSICALLY in 3.5 months time and virtually in a day's time. =X Like what Paul says, we should all tempt you with chinese food while web-camming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I have now is my passport. I was informed that I need a bio metric passport, but the tour agency told me otherwise, because I'm flying by Cathay and not ual. Sheeessshhh! And its no use asking emma because she flew by ual and thus, her passport is def a bio metric one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, I'm all ready to fly on the 22nd! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7079172435397138710?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7079172435397138710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7079172435397138710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7079172435397138710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7079172435397138710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/m-left-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6285378621531071863</id><published>2009-08-23T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:50:20.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've told M and shuyu about me tendering in my resignation letter and coming out to do my own business and be the boss of myself. Working from home, earning profits on your own sounds good eh? But its gonna be tedious. M told me that I should try it out first without tendering because I would need the capital to do so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of doing something different, instead of the usual clothes line which almost everyone is getting into, I'm thinking of doing a pets business. But I need to know if there's a market for it. So looks like I gotta do a market survey. :S But I must must think it through, I can't cope with work + school + home business. I'll die from exhaustion. What M suggested was to tender after I get a base of clients. Which sounds good too yea? And since he is more of the financial/business person, it does proves a point huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you guys think? Is there a market for a pets business. Hmmm... Or maybe I should just find a good supplier and stick to clothes? Which reminded me - Emma suggested that I should watch the movie CHANEL. I might be inspired by designers like her or Elizabeth Arden. Females who fought their way up decades ago (An era where females were scoffed at and told that they would not be successful) the hard way and now, everyone is after their products. If I can make my pet business successful, Ricco will be given free food. HAHAHAHA. And I'll call my business "Ricco's pet store". =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to serious stuff. I told myself NOT to rush into things. Find out if there's a market for a pet's business before I can officially venture into accomplishing it. How many pple out there would really pamper their pets? What sort of services do pple look for when it comes to their pet? Hmmm.. Anyone wanna help me do a market survey? =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6285378621531071863?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6285378621531071863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6285378621531071863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6285378621531071863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6285378621531071863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-told-m-and-shuyu-about-me-tendering.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-9023277937026659343</id><published>2009-08-20T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:20:48.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy! 1 paper down, 1 more to go. When you're so occupied with your work and school, you really wish that a day should have 36 hrs and NOT 24. Seriously, I might not even have to sacrifice sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday saw M, estee and I driving to Jln Kechubong for Ricco! He kept barking and wagging his tail when he saw M's car and he is still soooooo cute. Honestly, I really hope I can keep him FOR REAL. So I studied while M was busying with his laptop and thats when we had the insane thought of going to our regular place for supper at 230am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we went down to the living room, ricco immediately followed M ard the house which is really surprising because he doesn't do that. Until when M opened the car door only did ricco planted himself on the seat. We were laughing because it looks like ricco is being conditioned to the fact that whenever M comes, there'll always be pet cafes for him. I had to coaxed and talked to him sooo nicely for him to get out of the car but to no avail. So we had to bring ricco out to supper with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thing - We went to Thomson's hong kong cafe with ricco WITHOUT THE LEASH. I was very worried at first and insisted that ricco stays in the car but M said we should try to just let him out and it turns out that my worries were uncalled for. Ricco behaved himself very well actually. Sitting beside us and even some of the customers came and played with him. He didn't dash across traffic lights and everything else. BABY'S A GOOD DOG! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough about ricco already. My paper's on sat and I need all the time to study study study. And also, I've arranged for my air tickets to the states. They gave me quite a reasonable price and the good thing is I'm flying by Cathay and NOT by american airlines (That airline is horrible), so I'll prolly take that. I'm flying on the 20th of december and will be back on 4th of Jan. Counting down to 2010 on new year's eve with M in another country. I really really can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment human resource department allows me to bring forward my leave next yr, I'll start applying for leave. I don't think I'll experience snow since we're in LA. But I know we'll have a blast! Afterall, its my first overseas trip with the boy and its to a place NOT in the asian region. (Btw, I have nothing against asian countries, but when you've always been travelling to taiwan and hong kong, you'll understand what I mean) I'll do asian region next yr with the girls yea? Most prob to Japan since Jiamin's there. But for now, I'm looking forward to december. I hope school will keep me busy next semester, as you all know time passes very fast when you're busy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least - HAPPY 21ST BDAE TO SHIPPYY! SHE'S MY BFFN! =) Oh my, thinking about her makes me wanna meet up with the rest, but its hard to get an available date so we hafta plan again! Happy bdae to you, bffn! Hope ACCA and work isn't stressing you out. And please get a blackberry instead of an Iphone. Or actually a HTC is def better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-9023277937026659343?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9023277937026659343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=9023277937026659343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9023277937026659343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9023277937026659343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy-1-paper-down-1-more-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2585244337136600903</id><published>2009-08-17T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:59:14.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What with M leaving, I've quite a few plans to keep me occupied. Friends who sees this, please don't think that evette is hanging out with you guys now that the bf is leaving. My school ends this month, so its really time for me to catch up. Once september comes, my social life is gone as usual. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing's first - I'm happy to go out with Maggie! She's my secondary school friend. I was actually from the normal acad stream for the first 6 mths in mfss. Although Maggie and I were from diff class in the normal stream, we sort of talked to one another when we were in the toilet and honestly she's a very nice person to talk to, although I was feeling rather scared at first. She's sort of like the most ah lian of the lians and she initiated convo's so tell me, how not to be scared? But even when I went to a diff class, we still talked whenever we pass one another and she ALWAYS ALWAYS smiles at me even if we were to walk pass. I appreciated those friendly smiles. There was once when she stood up for my junior as well. I thanked her for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie is a mother of 2 now. We've actually lost contact, but when she added me in fb, I gladly accepted it. =) So yes, arrangements to meet up with her two kids in september. I hope her kids will not see me as a stranger, but as their mummy's friend. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Maggie happily married, committed into her family, and this girl of mine always always puts her kids first. Very grown up and matured girl now, compared to how she was in secondary school. We'll prolly meet somewhere convenient for her since she might bring kaylene out. Nice chats over parenthood. =) Really looking forward to it. Hee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I've asked my other secondary school friend to meet up as well. Its time we put this burden down. Having said this, I really hope we are still friends which is why I sort of purposely sent her a msg indirectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, there's ship's bdae. I've been blogging about her for a few entries. This means that I didn't forget you okay! Although your bdae celebration might be delayed, but its our company that counts right?!? =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, its time to meet up with sam and lynn! HAHA. Loads to catch up on, more of lynn's side. We can't lose contact! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.. Sam and bernie AGAIN! I know we've last met up just last week? But who says friends must meet once in a blue moon? So yes, we'll meet up soon as well. This is before school starts, I tell you once next trimester starts, thats it. Honestly, cognitive has like lab report every 3 weeks to be handed in. How to survive the busy-ness? Sighs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, shuyu! Its also time to meet up for our waxing. (Girls should get herself pampered and groomed, so its not really an embarrassing thing to say right?) But yes, please please text me as well yea?!? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank the holidays for giving me my social life back. =) I'm also waiting for M to come back home so we can have our usual night chats. For now, back to the books! Sheeeesssshhhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2585244337136600903?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2585244337136600903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2585244337136600903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2585244337136600903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2585244337136600903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-with-m-leaving-ive-quite-few-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2077590152589193758</id><published>2009-08-16T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:38:21.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 more days till M leaves for Babson. :( Time to buy a webcam for office use. I have skype on the laptop, but I need it in the office because, that would be his night time and also prolly the most free time he'll have when he goes back to sleep in the dorm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and also friday marks the 25th month we have been together. I really really hope we can make it through the long distance. Afterall, its just a mere 4 months right? I've asked emma if she can lend me her winter wear and she said yes. I'm very happy because it means that I DON'T NEED TO SPEND EXTRA MONEY ON WINTER CLOTHING. Saves me ALOT you know. I love a sister who travels frequently so she'll tell me how to pack, what to pack, what sort of plugs Americans use and everything else. I've set aside money for air tickets, I'm still pondering how much I should bring over. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to shop in NTUC for foodstuff that M can bring over. And of course, dinner at Jack's place later. Thats the last steak he'll be eating for now, M will be eating nothing but those when he's there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ship's bdae is coming! HAHAHAHA. Its nice to see gf's working hard for their future. I finally know what M meant when he said he love to see a driving force among his friends. Truth be told, I feel the same. And all my friends are like that. Ship and Yc is working and studying very hard, feli is the same too (Busying with NAFA), Bao has just next yr till she graduate, Dap is busy studying AND diving. I've seen her diving pictures in her blog and I love love them. Makes me think if I should learn from my aunt who is a diving instructor. Shuyu, time to find a job!! Which reminded me if I've missed her graduation ceremony. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel very happy that all my friends and not to mention the bf himself have goals and ambitions and is working very hard for these goals in life. For me, I've decided to work hard for the HD's. Its going to be awhile more that I think a C means a fail for me. :| I hope I'll stop being too hard on myself too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2077590152589193758?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2077590152589193758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2077590152589193758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2077590152589193758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2077590152589193758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/11-more-days-till-m-leaves-for-babson.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8451876124309463714</id><published>2009-08-14T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:18:42.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends and enemies are nothing but a thin line. 1 incident can make you cross that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very pathetic when I think about what she did - Putting words into pple's mouth. Two faced shithead. And so to gain sympathy points, she'll badmouth my good friend to make her the "bad person". Thats another thing I dun understand. For me, if pple were to hate me for the wrong reasons, I'll ignore or if things still dun get better, theres a confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say confrontation, I mean to talk to the person HERSELF. The irony is - Everyone of her friends hates her. So tell me, should I pity her now or what? Like what Sam says - With friends like her, who needs enemies. And she have the face to tell everyone that she intends to marry her bf because he is rich. Goodness, I really really pity the bf. For someone to marry because of money, if I can really meet her, I wanna ask her what will she do if one day her bf is broke. Find another rich guy to marry again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pple like that who have no goals in life, I'll rather not speak to. Not worth my time. If she thinks that everyone will side her because of what she says - Think again. Oh well, we have a dumb bitch in the making. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this said, I hope her ex "best friend" can be happy. Some things and pple are just not worth your time and effort. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo tired from studying sooo much, my brains exploding. I'm losing all the synapses thats connected within. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8451876124309463714?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8451876124309463714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8451876124309463714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8451876124309463714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8451876124309463714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-and-enemies-are-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-9100653632955976333</id><published>2009-08-13T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:55:05.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 more weeks and M is leaving for the united states of america. Lucky lucky him! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to see when exams end so that I can fly as well. If nothing goes wrong, I'll prolly be on leave from the 18th of dec to the 4th of Jan, thats when we would have reached Singapore. But his trip to India so called trained us to deal with long distance relationships. Only ordeal - Its a 12 hour distance. But I'm going to buy calling cards. It seems that a $10 calling card can last 3 weeks. And this 3 weeks is calculated on the basis that pple make overseas calls EVERYDAY. So I'm happy that $10 can last me quite a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope we can make this through. M was asking if I'm sad that he's leaving. I dunno why, but I'm not that sad yet. Maybe because and I told him before that when 2 people commits into a relationship, its hard to tear a relationship down. Since both of us decided not to give this relationship up and to commit into this, I wouldn't be that sad when he leaves. Like I said, its a whole new level. And like what M says - Time will pass by super duper quick, in no time I'll be there to see him. Think positively and I have school to be busy with. When you're busy, time pass even faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crimson tide is here. Menstrual cramps sucks. Oh and how can I forget. I LOVED YDAE WITH GF'S + BF'S. I hope bernie and sam enjoyed the chit chats because I loved it! And of course thanks to Mike (bernie's bf) who gave me a lift home! Gossips + retarded faces + deserts = Love love love. M came by to my place afterwards and because I missed his calls, it was sweet of him to drive past my hse just to check if the lights are on or if everyone's sleeping. Thank goodness I wasn't asleep yet so he came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up - Ship's bdae! This girl of mine is going to be a full fledge adult! I have a paper on the 22nd and her bdae is on the 21st. Have yet to work things out! =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-9100653632955976333?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9100653632955976333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=9100653632955976333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9100653632955976333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9100653632955976333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-more-weeks-and-m-is-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-1690951136478837740</id><published>2009-08-09T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:20:06.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M made me a very happy girl on the 7th of August. Happier than the day he touched down. M bought dunkin donuts (Btw, Sam and Lynn - Dunkin is back! You girls dunno how elated I am. I wanna write to the marketing manager in the states to thank them for bringing dunkin back in Sg!!) and he delivered them to the office. Its unexpected and expected actually. He called and asked me whats my fav flavour so naturally I said peppermint and the apricot flavoured donut. So I knew he would be buying those for me, whats unexpected was that he came down to the office with half a dozen of those donuts! Thanks dearest! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since almost the whole office is empty. Everyone's on half day or they left at 4pm for the long weekend, I met him and spent an hour over desserts + savouring the donuts at cineleisure. What made me happy was it was at that very moment that he gave me a promise - He promised to commit in this relationship and NOT to give this whole relationship up even if his job requires him to be based in Hong Kong for a year or so. Seriously, I almost wanted to cry tears of happiness. Having this promise is enough. We can't say that handling a long distance relationship is easy, but the fact that commitment is there, it brings our relationship to a whole new level. Its attaining a stronger bond and having a future together. Love you baby! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough about relationship stuff. I'm starting psy 3 levels next semester. Not looking forward to it because whether I can make it to the master's level depends on psy 3 modules. Its more intensive research - Cognitive development, bio psychology. I hope I can do it properly. I know some people would say I'm being hard on myself - But getting a pass means a fail to me. I think Sam and yc would know what I mean. All of us are striving for good results. I wouldn't be happy if I get a mere pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qn now is - Should I do cognitive first or bio psychology first? I'm more for cognitive - doing research on the brain seems more fun that anatomy. No? I'm now pondering which module to take. Sheeeeesssh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for M to come and pick me up later! For now, its back to the books. Human development is even more interesting than abnormal behaviour. I love both M and school! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I also love Ricco and Bobo bear and baby pooh! =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-1690951136478837740?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1690951136478837740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=1690951136478837740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1690951136478837740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1690951136478837740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/m-made-me-very-happy-girl-on-7th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5015003835748142203</id><published>2009-08-05T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:51:30.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing I hate now is:&lt;div&gt;WHY ARE MY ASSIGNMENTS RESULTS NOT OUT YET? Goodness! I checked ydae and today but there was NOTHING. Urgh!! I need to get a GPA of 3 soooo badly, so by concealing my results is really really NOT helping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm busy as usual. Exams are just ard the corner and I'm making myself prepared for it, even though its 2 weeks away! This is what happens when you're desperate for HD's. You'll rather sacrifice sleep, I tell you. And coming from me, who sleeps ALOT, it means something. Sighs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, what with M back, we've almost been meeting everyday. Fetched him from the airport on Sat, then we had dinner the next day and he gave us the bottle of ice-wine he got from DFS. My daddy loves it ALOT by the way. But if you ask me, its a little tad sweet for my tongue. Monday was dinner with M again before I left for school, and tuesday was movie date with the boy again - HARRY POTTER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really that used to meeting the bf every single day. Back when he was still schooling, we would meet once every 2 or 3 weeks. And we still got along fine. I told him before that I find our relationship getting better when he was in India. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hardly ever quarrel now and I find this amazing because - You guys should have seen how bad this r/s was right from the start. We quarreled almost every single day, I would slam down phones when I'm mad at him, we can even argue at Junction 8 (I rem-ed a HUGE fight when I just walked away from him, got to the taxi stand and took a taxi home without telling him). I can get mad while eating bak kut teh with him. But now, its nothing but plain fun and happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its also amazing that recently a sort of "telepathy" have been developing between us. Sometimes, I would stare at the phone wondering if he's going to call me in the afternoon and before I can put the phone away, it rings with his number on it. And this other time when I called him and he said that he was dialing my number (Which might explain the quick answering time). Its not just the phone calls as well. Sometimes I would say something and he would be "I was about to say the same thing". I really like this feeling. In fact, I'm now actually glad that he took the flight to India if it means a closer bonding relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now M decided on a place for fireworks this coming Sunday (I have yet to find out where exactly) and a trip to ION the next day. He knows how to make my day before he leaves. I really appreciate all that he did. Little things really do make me smile! LOVE BF SOOO MUCH! Which reminds me - I'm jealous that M got the HTC phone!! I have yet to play with it. I soo can't wait to lay my hands on it for awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I woke up crying when I dreamt that Ricco died. Its the sort of feeling that you'll never be happy again; like a dememtor sucking the happiness out of you. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5015003835748142203?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5015003835748142203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5015003835748142203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5015003835748142203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5015003835748142203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-thing-i-hate-now-is-why-are-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2516549678360028196</id><published>2009-08-02T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:05:48.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Was in a rush ydae because the girls decided to stay for awhile after dinner since Jiamin was leaving. I chose to stay behind because we have sooo much to chat about. I've found another group of friends whom I can confide into and thank goodness, they are NOT the hypocritical ones. We can talk about traveling, psychology (My favourite) and even to the topic of marriages. I LOVE GIRLFRIENDS LIKE THEM! =) I even told M ydae that if he wasn't coming back today, I really would have stayed longer. We even talked abt countries to go and what nots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Very tired especially ydae. But seeing M coming out from the arrival gate made my day! I was practically smiling. Oh, and I saw Lynn at terminal 1 too. I LOVE THE HAIR! Really, don't tie your hair anymore. I like it when you leave it down! Serious. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from changi, M drove to meet the guys at Bedok 85 for supper - Seeing his look when he saw Singaporean food is hilarious. Even estee said so. Its nice for peeps like xs, caleb and paul to drive down to meet us for supper. I think M is happy to meet his favourite group of people the moment he arrived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He drove back home, and I had to take over the wheel after. But I was feeling sooo tired and all I can think of is home, I practically drove at breakneck speeds. I can finally understand how M feels when he hafta send me home despite how tired he is. My dad's car is an auto car so its not as tedious as a manual. So you guys might wonder "Auto car only wad, how tiring can it be?" Its not the tedious driving part, its your mental status. When all you can think is getting some shut eye, you'll really be drained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also thankful to my dad because before I took the car to the airport, my dad went to top up full tank of petrol. And daddy gave me his cashcard for the parking gantry, as I seldom drive and I dun have a cashcard on hand. THANKS DADDY! So now, I shall make it a point to drive. I want to know the roads here, in Singapore. Which reminded me, FELI - MUST MUST MUST GET YOUR DRIVING LICENSE. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm waiting for both the bf + presents (My book especially). We're going out for dinner. And M bought ice-wine back for us! Can't wait to taste it later and share it with the family. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My results for assignments are not out yet. Sheeeesshhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2516549678360028196?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2516549678360028196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2516549678360028196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2516549678360028196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2516549678360028196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-in-rush-ydae-because-girls-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-4327315577219670171</id><published>2009-08-01T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:20:58.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evette is very darn elated because:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) M's coming back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) She finished all her assignments and presentations for this semester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Her father says she can have access to the car tmr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) She's getting to eat her favourite food with her favourite boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Just in time when her bf gets back, she have more time for him since school's ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all's well that ends well until M leaves end August. Then I'll start my crying/whining/whatever irritating shit to the bf. =X Okay, I'm kiddddinggg! I have yet to check out the newspapers for my retarded looking face. Seriously, I was too tired on the photoshoot + ricco couldn't be our family dog in the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said it before and I'll say it still - I'm proud of mummy! Go check out Today newspapers (Although I think its too late already, since everyone taking the train would have taken a copy). I wanna give myself a break with M over the weekends. Which means - HARRY POTTER TIME! Hehehe.. I want to find out if the directors did justice to dumbledore's death! They didn't give sirius black a proper death (At least the book describes it better), I really do hope the directors would film a better death this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that I'm free until exams consumes my time again - I can finally meet friends! Girls like sam and bernie of course! And Lynn! All of us needs catching up and outings with them have never never failed to disappoint me so far! What with plans to meet up with the girls and bf back, Evette is really very satisfied. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-4327315577219670171?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4327315577219670171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=4327315577219670171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4327315577219670171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4327315577219670171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/evette-is-very-darn-elated-because-1-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3337020583089919536</id><published>2009-07-30T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:05:36.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M's returning back on Saturday. Its decided - I'll drive down to the airport, put his luggage back home and he'll take over the wheel (He's better in directions compared to me) for food in chomp chomp! Goodness, I miss eating with M and being together with him. He'll have loads to talk about for this trip! I really can't wait! I even find time passing by too slowly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to activities this week - Its nothing but hectic. 2 presentations this week and tmr's my last and after that I can really say goodbye to this semester! Results will either make or break my day. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a blast at Feli's bdae party! Food + drinks + good company = happiness. Shuyu came and joined us as well. HAHAHA! Nice to see that girl of mine after a long hiatus. And its nice of her to volunteer to take group photos for us. I had to pull her in for some girly photo taking session too. Pictures will be up soon! I know I have tonnes of them and they're all overdue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly - M's coming back! M's coming back! M's coming back! M's coming back! M's coming back! The irony is - What with M coming back, Jiamin's leaving for Japan on sunday! Goodness, I wouldn't see her for a year. But she did say she'll be connected thru fb, so I must pay attention to Jiamin's facebook! =) I pray that God will make the journey of her's smooth sailing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to editing the last of my ppt slides! I still got to rehearse for the presentation tmr! Wish me luckkkk!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3337020583089919536?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3337020583089919536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3337020583089919536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3337020583089919536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3337020583089919536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/ms-returning-back-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2271964414527792311</id><published>2009-07-26T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:30:29.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confession:&lt;div&gt;I erm.. ruined my sister's jacket that she bought from H&amp;amp;M. And erm.. The jacket was bought in London, so erm.. It's bought in pounds and NOT sgd. Goodness, I feel so bad. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it up and add onto my guilt - She bought body mist and the strawberry + champagne body lotion from Victoria Secret's for me. She managed to get VS stuff because she just came back traveling. (She must die die travel 4 times a year or something) Note: She just came back from Canada and San fran's this January. And, whoever wants the VS lip gloss do let me know. I don't want to waste emma's money. Its best if its put to use and not gone to waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must get a H&amp;amp;M jacket or something better for her. Afterall, the jacket is her favourite. I also hope that she wun stop me from borrowing her winter wear as well too becoz of this accident. If not, extra money must be spent on that. =X Oh my, I just love my sister's clothes! Quickly move back home so that I can lay my hands on them. HAHAHAHA! Don't you guys love love love sharing clothes with your sister. No? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M's coming back this saturday. Now, I hope weekends are here FAST! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2271964414527792311?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2271964414527792311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2271964414527792311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2271964414527792311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2271964414527792311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/confession-i-erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2509332254311430256</id><published>2009-07-24T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:12:58.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very very very busy. Might be tendering end of this year after I get my bonus. Although this means that I'll not be able to spoil myself on material goods and also cutting some slack on the bf's pressies (Which I kinda hate) and not to mention friends pressies and also the feeling of being broke and poor really sucks badly, I still have to do it. I must be contented that afterall my parents are paying for my school fees and I know that they wouldn't stop giving me pocket money. What a way to be - Jobless at the age of 24. Cognitive Dissonance. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, due to busy schedules, I can only make time for few friends. I'm sorry if I really let some groups down. I'll hafta make it up some other time. So I skyped with the bf and its total fun! Call me a noob to such gadgets but this is the first time I've skyped with anyone - Be it past relationships or even with friends. And yes, we web-cammed and its sooooo comforting and very very nice to see his face after almost 2 bloody months. =X This is going to be our form of communication when he leaves. I might even just buy a very very small web cam for office use. My daytime is his night-time. So when I'm in the office, he'll prolly be in his dorm. Perfect timing for chats too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'll complain more when he leaves thats for sure. =X On a happier note, M's coming back next week! We've decided to head to Ion orchard since it's already opened. Oh and about the photoshoot since ship was mentioning - Its an article on Nurses day and mediacorp wanted to interview someone in the line of nursing, who has been through epidemics and have 3 kids. In a nutshell, to ask how women can cope with family and work, balancing them and what nots. They took picture of my mum in uniform at work and of course when she's at home, hence the family shoot. I'm very darn proud of mummy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who are working and studying, I can understand the pressure since I'm doing it. My mum not only worked and took care of this family, she studied for 1 and a half years in Nyp doing an advanced dip in Nursing. So she's playing roles of a mother, co-worker and student. One word - Tough! She did it without a single word of complaint. I love this mum of mine and not to mention that she help my friends when they need her help. =) What can I say? I used to think of her nagging is always getting on my nerves. But now I paint a different picture. Evette is almost grown up now eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for giving me no lacks in whatever I have now. Really. I have good family members, a very caring and most imptly understand bf, nice friends and a nice dog (I really love ricco to bits you know, I can't bring him out of this). I'll hate to give them up for anything else. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 presentations and 2 final exams! WTH! And presentations are a whooping 20% and its an individual presentation. This means my slides MUST be enticing, full of knowledge and NOT DULL! Goodness, I'm not even halfway done. Evette's so dead when it comes to school work. No time to waste! So friends, if I've been neglecting you guys - Terribly terribly sorry!! Really! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my classmates - Shall we just buy enough redbull to last us throughout the year? I think we need it pretty badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2509332254311430256?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2509332254311430256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2509332254311430256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2509332254311430256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2509332254311430256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-very-very-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3858922026090136207</id><published>2009-07-22T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:48:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stressed!! This is the first time I'm actually sitting for a mid term paper. I didn't know they had these in business modules. One semester for psychology courses usually has only 1 research essay, 1 lab report and final exam. Now with mid term exam, I'm really not getting the hang of it. Psy modules is so much more interesting, believe me. =X&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many things to blog about - Shuyu's bdae, Jane's bdae, Yc's bdae. Which reminded me, Jl's bdae is over but I've yet to celebrate with the girl. I'm only free after the 27th. How now brown cow. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M got sick. But thank god he is recovering. I got a shock when he told me he had to be rushed to the hospital at 2am in the morning. I'm really thankful that he is okay now. Waiting for him to be back and we'll go around the whole of Singapore to have good food - Laksa and Chili crab! Joo Chiat! =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricco's suffering from indigestion. He's an old dog and I got quite worried when I receive the call. But he's fine now. So as long as he's okay, he can come over to our house. And this time round, I'm not going to scout around for pet cafe's any longer, what with his condition. Its time for him to be a healthy dog. And if he can be here, I really must bring ricco and cookie to bishan park to have fun! Shall we, girls?!? Yc can come also la, since he is one of us. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now downloading Skype. I need it to communicate with M esp when he's in the states. Told my boss about my leave since I'll be away for almost 3 weeks and its been approve. Its in december anyway so everyone would be clearing leave and office would be quiet as well. So no harm done! Thank goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need to check the weather and find out what its like for me to worry about clothes. So many things to do but I have so little time. But for now, I got to hit the books. Exams sucks really badly, more so when you're doing topics that are not really of interest to you. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3858922026090136207?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3858922026090136207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3858922026090136207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3858922026090136207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3858922026090136207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed-this-is-first-time-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2660385847584482948</id><published>2009-07-20T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:54:53.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its scary to not know someone but your existence is known to that someone. :S And its worse when your colleague knows this someone and tells you about it, so now this someone knows all about me but I have zero knowledge about him, not to mention his looks or name. Truth be told, I didn't even know of his existence. :S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 1:30am but I'm up here doing ppt slides for my presentation. I must work hard! Working and schooling sucks real bad. I want a very big bear hug from M when he gets back. =) We've planned outings already for the month of August. To us, its more of like an absence makes the heart fonder phase. I pray that this feeling will not fade away from both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you dear, very much in fact! You told me how much you missed chili crab when you text-ed me today. I'll bring you to satisfy these cravings. So if I really put on weight, I guess I know who to blame. HA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, the first H1N1 death in Singapore came from my mum's hospital. To make it worse, there's a patient who is H1N1 positive right in my mum's ward. To play safe its best that I really dun meet any friends at least. There are 3 cases of H1N1 in the hospital according to mummy. I pray for her safety. Maybe in the meantime, other than work and school, I really should just be at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps its just a matter of time when they start to quarantine mummy. Oh man, this sucks. It reminds me of the SARS period when I didn't see my mother for almost 3 weeks. Hate this! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2660385847584482948?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2660385847584482948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2660385847584482948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2660385847584482948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2660385847584482948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-scary-to-not-know-someone-but-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5933402428158275419</id><published>2009-07-18T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:24:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photoshoots finally done! Photographer wants this and that, esp homely poses and everything else. HAHAHA! I can't wait for it to be published. Everyone please grab a copy of Today's newspapers! I hope mediacorp will really choose a nice picture for the papers. *Prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 presentations and 1 mid term paper left and then I can finally say goodbye to this semester. And afterwards, its cognitive process - How the brain works. It is interesting to study how the brain works, but if its going to be taught by a monotonous teacher, it will turn out terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singtel cut off our IDD calls because they've never seen such bills being used from our home line and they taught that maybe a domestic helper in our family is making calls to India. HAHA. Good for Singtel part to take preventive measures, but now they need 3 working days to get IDD re-connected. And goodness, the bill came to about $600 for 2 months. But daddy surprisingly didn't make a fuss out of it, and neither did he stop me from calling M. He didn't scream nor shout and all he said was not to worry, he'll settle the bill fast and demands that singtel reconnect all overseas calls as soon as possible. THANK YOU DADDY FOR THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like some spoilt brat now, to let daddy pay for this and that. But really, I'm thankful. He even told me to find out if I need to get my visa's done for the US trip and everything else. He wants things done soon because he wants me to have a good trip. Oh my, I thank God for giving me such parents. I can't complain anymore. When mummy is nice to M and my friends and Daddy willingly fetch my friends home and what nots, even allowing me to use the car when I need it. Daddy even told me that he can buy for me this card to make overseas calls to M for the next 3 days, but I rejected. They did so much, its wrong for me to be greedy and accept such things. I'm really and truly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the whole family is gathered today, Emma, daddy + mummy and I decided to get a new house to invest. We can rent the house that we bought and extra money can come in. We thought of getting the condo at the site of our old house since its launching soon and preview launches for the condo are going to be cheaper compared to when its officially launched. We're taking a look and see. If price is good, then maybe we'll buy and make money from the condo. But if we're buying that, I don't think my cpf have enough money for that. Unless my parents fork out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But M said its a good idea and that I really should consider. Since he's the finance and investment guru, perhaps its time for us to think about it. Hmmmm... And yes, HARRY POTTER'S OUT! The books are way way better than the movie, but I still wanna catch it. But I'm reserving the movie to catch it with M. He's not watching it in India as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner and studying for mid term paper. 13 more days~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5933402428158275419?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5933402428158275419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5933402428158275419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5933402428158275419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5933402428158275419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/photoshoots-finally-done-photographer.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8842868570514484406</id><published>2009-07-17T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:00:15.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exhausted to the max. I need to catch up on sleeep very badly. I used to sleep 14hrs a day, but nowadays I'll only do 4 hrs, on good days, 5 hrs max. My eye bags are horrendous, I tell you. I'll just slap on concealer everyday when I groom myself for work. Imagine what I'm like if I'm at home without concealer. Having good complexion doesn't really help with the sagging eye bags. @_@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm left with presentations for school which I dread very badly. Comparing research essays, critiques and lab reports, I'll do 10 of those instead of 1 presentation. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of bdaes to celebrate this month. I went for yc's very very belated celebration. As usual, the company is great and the food is good as well. I love love love their company. Drinks at giraffe after that before heading back home. Oh my, if only all of us dun have commitments like school and work, I'm sure we would have chilled throughout the whole day and do somewhat insane stuff like catching 1am movies till they ended at 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's coming back in almost 2 weeks time. Can't wait! I know he bought books (upon my request), nice shawls and I wonder what else back. PRESSIEEESS!! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot's tmr. Goodness, I've not decided on what to wear. And I wonder what kind of shots they wanna take. But all of us are proud of mummy! Esp daddy, he told us to just keep quiet when mummy nags because its her day tmr. This actually shows the love a husband have on a wife when he asks all his kids to accomodate his wife, their mother. The only thing that's left - A family dog. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8842868570514484406?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8842868570514484406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8842868570514484406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8842868570514484406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8842868570514484406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/exhausted-to-max.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8214702110091912057</id><published>2009-07-14T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:04:01.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another year gone by. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 24 MONTHS! =]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing more can really make me happy. True enough, even though you're not even in the same country as I am, its still little actions that really make my day. For a girl, even the littlest detail counts the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuff like emailing me details of your air tickets so that I can book tickets accordingly enabling us to fly back together, helping me plan my leave days just for that trip, and even thinking of extending the trip longer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 whole years and now that I think about it, its been ages since we last fought be it in the car, at home or even outside when we're eating (No kidding, we are that angry at times), but I guess we've learnt to compromise. And believe it or not, the fights actually make us closer. Sometimes even when we share our angry moments, we'll just laugh and think how silly and stupid we were back then. That's love, baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt at times when conversations get abit dull and we feel there's nothing much left to say (I wonder if you felt it sometimes), I'll always pray that things will get better and by God's will, it did. I've said it to you before and I'm still saying it now, I really thank God for putting you in my life. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy as you may be, you'll still try and squeeze in whatever time you have. Even if its coming to my house and you'll be busy at your laptop, the fact that you bothered to come and not brush me off counts. Its your presence that matters to me, nothing else. So for all these, I really am grateful. When you will randomly call and ask if I need food, or if my family members need supper. I super duper love it when you do that because I know that you care for my family as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not only this, seeing my parents accepting you. Buying you christmas presents (Although for the past 2 yrs its always the same old $100 voucher), wishing you happy bdae. Seeing both bf and family getting together and close really really matters! And so since its 24 months of together-ness, I just wanna thank you and to tell you that I love you dear! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for you to be back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. The moment I'm free, I'm going to upload pictures of outings. Really. Typing is fast and so I can always update the bf of what I'm doing through my blog (Yea. M reads my blog), but because uploading of pictures takes abit of time so I'll leave that when school's not really tying me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8214702110091912057?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8214702110091912057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8214702110091912057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8214702110091912057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8214702110091912057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-year-gone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5575740257282109925</id><published>2009-07-12T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:59:27.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like yc, I really wish there's 36 hours in a day. Honestly, 24 hours isn't enough! After work is to rush home to do assignments. I'm exhausted. Even eating can be a chore to me, so I'll just eat donuts/sandwiches or even just have a bowl of soup for dinner, read for awhile and then be infront of the laptop. Unhealthy way to be thin. I feel like I'm an anorexic. :S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And despite this mad rush of duties, there's so many things left undone. M sent me details of his air tickets, so now I'll have to book my tickets on the exact date of his return so that we'll come back together. Although I'm excited, I'm NOT looking forward to the 26hr flight. Imagine spending 1 whole day in an airplane. Not really that fanciful eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to get my hair done, I was hoping I can get it re-permed before the photoshoot. But looking at my schedule, I'll can only do it before M gets back. Just nice anyway, since the next re-perm can be done for cny 2010. Planning ahead already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet to decide what to bring for the pot-luck at Rachel's house. Mummy said she'll be able to cook since its her off day. YAYNESS! Not too sure if I can get the car on that day though. Or Daddy can just drive me there. =X I've not been to Rachel's place, but I'm pretty much excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also yet to shop for Jiamin's farewell present. I really do hope she'll have a splendid time working in Japan! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not all compared to the tons of school project I'm getting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss bf alot! Can't wait for him to be back on Singapore soil. MISS YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5575740257282109925?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5575740257282109925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5575740257282109925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5575740257282109925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5575740257282109925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-yc-i-really-wish-theres-36-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7054631846828403432</id><published>2009-07-09T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:43:56.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy with meetings during work. Its time I sit down with my parents have a nice chat and ask them very very politely if I can just be a full time student, which spells POCKET MONEY. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having lessons at peace centre. I'll definitely walk pass Smu and The Cathay and I hate to see those two places because it would remind me of M. Sheeeeeeesssshhhh! How I always head to Smu after work and look for him while he is in the library and of course the last few days before he left was spent at The Cathay. 22 more days~~ =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot's next Saturday. I'm wondering if I can have Ricco over just for the shoot because he can be our family dog. They dun need to know we're lying. HAHAHAHA!! Imagine 5 of us + ricco = FAMILY. Awwwww.. But it would be hard for him to pose for a picture since he's always scampering or looking away when we have a camera infront of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Chua family brought him to the groomer's, so now he looks small and petite. Really, sometimes if you ask me, its the fur that's making him fat. I can't wait for ricco to come when M's back. This means more pet cafe scouting since the one at Thompson road closed. I even told M that once he's back and after my exams (Must be after exams), I'll take off day's just to have plain old fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a craving now for KFC'S two piece chicken. *Drools* I also can't wait for Sunday. Evette is definitely looking forward to the weekends. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7054631846828403432?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7054631846828403432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7054631846828403432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7054631846828403432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7054631846828403432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-with-meetings-during-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2093217793087964661</id><published>2009-07-06T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:41:10.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost recovered. The first thing I did on Thursday when I was still on mc was to block him in msn. Can't stand it already. I hate persistence and people who are sooo determined. Its a good and bad thing all together, but bad for me, so hence the block. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm abit sick and tired of consuming soupy stuff. I can't wait for the bf to be back so we can eat Singaporean food together. My laksa, kuay chap, mee goreng, wanton mee, bak chor mee. Goodness, I'm in Singapore, but I miss singaporean food. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M got to watch transformers! YAY! I'm very happy for him over this silly thought because this movie both part 1 and part 2 have sentimental values to both of us. I caught it already and I found it fantastic, so I want him to catch the sequel of this movie. BUMBLEBEEEEE! But I still love my Lexus RX-300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that gf called me ydae even if it was to ask me about her proj and stuff. I know nuts abt mass comm and I dun know pple from the Navy so I can't really help her, but we shall meet up in August. Murdoch is tying both of us up with presentations, essays, hard to do critiques and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also can't wait to meet up with the cliques on Sunday. Heehee. Everyone's going to be busy soon. Jan with her assignments and exams, ship's started school alr, feli starting NAFA as well. I wonder what Mr Koh is up to for his school. HAHA. =X Oh, and I must discuss his degree with him. So its good to meet up before everyone gets busy and have no more time for such gatherings anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.. I MISS M! For once I'm looking forward to weekdays because we'll be having our daily chats on msn. This is what I go to work for. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2093217793087964661?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2093217793087964661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2093217793087964661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2093217793087964661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2093217793087964661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-recovered.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7349416197930224228</id><published>2009-07-02T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:41:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its an ugly sight to be sick. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now under quarantine but if I see myself recovering, I'll just head to work tmr. I feel so guilty for not studying anything ydae. So today, I must make up for the hours. Shheeeeeeshhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sooo sick on tuesday, M called but I couldn't talk to him for long. He insisted that I wake my mother up, but I didn't want to disturb their sleep, so I spent the night in the toilet till 4am. Ask me how's life like in the toilet, I can tell you the various sleeping positions you can take, to make you more comfy. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to thank M. He msged estee and asked her how I'm feeling when estee didn't know I was sick. And thats when the fuss started. HAHA! =X But more on estee and my grandma's side. They really didn't know I was sick, so if not for M telling them, I don't think my family would actually know. THANKS BABY!! =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor's forever paranoid. Fever's at 38.4, and they said sth like if your temperature is 37.8, you would have H1N1, I insisted that its quite all right, normal to have fever developed overnight. She was like "O_O!!" but I was like "-_______-" The antibiotics they gave could last for 3 weeks. But whatever the case, as long as I'm better, I would go to work. I have loads to work and school work to catch up on. I daren't imagine the number of emails I would have to clear tmr. Goodness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'll do is not let my family members share utensils with me and everything else. I wanna be well again. I really look damn fugly. Even though I'm slimming down to be thin, I sure now know this isn't the right way. I can see my rib cage bone protruding out very obviously and I look sooo sunken, they might as well cast me in Twilight as some evil vampire and what nots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now my diet is going to be half boiled eggs for breakfast and chicken porridge for dinner everyday for the next 7 days. But I only like breakfast. =X Everyday that pass me by would mean I'm nearer to M's return! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7349416197930224228?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7349416197930224228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7349416197930224228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7349416197930224228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7349416197930224228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-ugly-sight-to-be-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3286969091558538193</id><published>2009-06-29T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:37:49.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm soooo sick/exhausted/feeling lazy to pick up another journal article and reeeeaadddd. I have a feeling students in business and engineering schools do not have that much journal articles to read. And you can't just browse/speed read because every little detail counts for us. I'm soooo not looking forward in churning out a 4000 word essay next trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least for me, better psychology than any other modules. =X The same goes to the rest of the students who are pursuing their dream degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was comtemplating to M if I shd cook instant noodles for supper ydae until he mentioned that if he's only here to buy supper back for me. YES BABY!! I really miss those times when you would randomly call and ask if I want prata or even go to thomson's hong kong cafe for late night supper. Oh man, come August, we must make up for lost time. Esp so since we can't celebrate our 24th month this July. But I'm sure we can think of sth when you get back yea? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think shuyu should be back from her trip already. I WANNA SEE PICTURES. *Beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On more serious issues - I want to be a full time student. I don't want to work and study, just do nth but study study study. Yes, I need the grades badly. To make sure I can cope, I've dropped a module. So instead of doing 3, I'm now doing 2. It gives me a longer time to graduate, but in this way, it ensures that I have more time to study and increase the GPA. I need a 3.0 of GPA to enter master's level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've counted. If and only If I'm smart enuff for Master's level, I'll be 26-27 by the time I'm officially done with school. A little tad too old isn't it, to be out of the working world? Its time to sit down and have a little chat with some of my professors. 1 of my professors have completed her PHD at the age of 26. And her GPA for masters level was 4 out of 4. Goodness, it must be the genes, since her dad is a scientist. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To comfort myself - My mum's a nurse, so I should be gaining some good counselling and kindness genes out of her isn't it? I don't want to be naive, I just want to be kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Congrats to yc for the promotion! Heeheee. Finally someone's posb account is growing with money eh? Time to save up for rainy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3286969091558538193?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3286969091558538193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3286969091558538193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3286969091558538193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3286969091558538193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-soooo-sickexhaustedfeeling-lazy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2648172217616072722</id><published>2009-06-28T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:54:56.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to save extra money for:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) USA trip end of this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Stuttgart trip next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) If possible, squeeze in the Japan trip to visit Jiamin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for nothing but the best in the girl's endeavour when she goes to Japan for work purposes in August. Deep down, I really hope that she will just stay there for 1 yr and not 5. =X But I can't be selfish and its her decision, so whatever the case, we'll fly to Japan if she's bent on staying there for 5 years. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough, its going to be July soon. This also means that M's coming back, so yayness to that! The best part is, Yx promised to bring ricco over end July, so M would be able to play with the furball and we can walk ricco together just like in the past. And yes, I must go hunt for other pet's cafe since earth cafe closed. We'll see ricco gobbling down other dog's food. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I caught transformers as well and I must say the first movie was better, but it still didn't disappoint me nonetheless. Maybe because of my passion for cars. I wish I can afford a Lexus RX-300. Imagine it transforming into a robot. That would be awweeesooommeee!! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BABY, COME BACK SOON AND WE'LL WATCH YOUR FAVOURITE MOVIE! Yes, G.I. Joe is coming soon in August! We'll watch it together! And transformers too if it is still showing that is. I pray it would be screened that long for sentimental sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I must curb my spending for trips this year and next year. Although, if I tell my mum why I'm going to Stuttgart for, she may really sponsor my trip. I'll pray about this too! And despite me using the phone and calling M overseas for almost everyday, my dad didn't complain abt the phone bills. Looks like its either cheap with IDD calls, or he decided to keep quiet till the bill reaches at an all time high before he starts screaming. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2648172217616072722?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2648172217616072722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2648172217616072722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2648172217616072722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2648172217616072722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-save-extra-money-for-1-usa.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2157098016111065146</id><published>2009-06-26T12:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:02:52.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is very outdated, but seeing that my blog has no pictures and I know lynn doesn't want to see pictures of Ricco anymore. HA! So here is dap's bdae party almost a month ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two best friends - Felicia and Bao (I find Bao pretty in real life and have been telling yc about it. =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493758527623106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRTOE7CT8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/crKkqSasTVk/s320/SDC10205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;How can I forget the chef? HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493746510964098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRTNYKCpYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/umoYdXOns0g/s320/SDC10149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girls (It was only when I uploaded it that I realise bao's face was not inside. =X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493754041184994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRTN0NYsuI/AAAAAAAAAdE/r5n8P2FG8Jk/s320/SDC10231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And I like this picture because, MY ARMS LOOKS SLIMMER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493746819710546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRTNZTpvlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CBBhrkVlc0w/s320/SDC10161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another set of best friends (6 yrs and counting): This guy has seen me crying and me throwing my temper and really, we piss other off and vice versa. But still, it makes us understand each other better AS FRIENDS. And the good thing is, my bro is in looovvveeee. HA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494550787513426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRT8MUg3FI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rsrtidvJmZ8/s320/SDC10263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Off to liquid kitchen for drinks and games: The favourite peach daiquiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494554522411522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRT8aO-4gI/AAAAAAAAAdc/mPm2mJzvfR4/s320/SDC10286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forced to take this pic =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRT86in0BI/AAAAAAAAAds/D-GCYFxUibs/s1600-h/SDC10306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494563194720274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRT86in0BI/AAAAAAAAAds/D-GCYFxUibs/s320/SDC10306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Btw, this Brownie is THE BOMB! Seriously, all of us felt like ordering another piece from liquid kitchen. =)) HAPPY BDAE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351506746897093842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRfCGXoVNI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dUJh4fWLlK0/s320/SDC10291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494567922552242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRT9MJ0zbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/gFjXP2_D85Q/s320/SDC10309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This group of friends whom I treasure. Really. Its them that makes me laugh, them that I look forward to meet up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRTNkXtpwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HpwDQwRWyi8/s1600-h/SDC10185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351493749789533954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRTNkXtpwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/HpwDQwRWyi8/s320/SDC10185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was craving for MacDonald's breakfast at work. I had the impluse to go to centrepoint and get it, until I rem-ed how much Jeslyn, Jielin and I ate prior in meeting up for group discussions ydae, I decided NOT TO. Goodness, I was sooo stuffed. And I ordered the biggest portion, I almost died. Lesson learn: Next time, pls rem that I'm a small eater and NOT a big one. And also, buffet and evette can't get along. So noooo! Unless I didn't have anything to eat for the whole day then yes. HAHAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;35 more days~~ I love bf loads.=DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2157098016111065146?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2157098016111065146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2157098016111065146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2157098016111065146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2157098016111065146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-very-outdated-but-seeing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkRTOE7CT8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/crKkqSasTVk/s72-c/SDC10205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6568970894187127135</id><published>2009-06-24T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:43:21.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking a break from work. Staring all day long in the compter is tiring. Estee sent Ricco's pictures over so here goes: He is still in our house which makes all of us happy, even daddy. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricco loves bak kut teh. We fed him one whole piece and all he does is stares and waits for you to tease the meat out from the bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729320214197586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGb96SidVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7CJZUsqzfTo/s320/Image398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Emma came over the weekends, so daddy since he loves all his daughters so much had a durian feast. Goodness, all the D24 and whatever else. And I HATE DURIANS because they stink, I hid in my room! Ewwwwww... And when I came back down, I learnt that emma fed ricco durians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729325429297522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGb-Nt6kXI/AAAAAAAAAbs/8qBwC3eBJJc/s320/Image401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And we finally took ricco out from his leash and walked him without it. Been doing it for 3 days already and I actually prefer it this way. I think Ricco feels the same way as well. More carefree! He's soooo obedient, I tell you. He just walks alongside and doesn't run away UNLESS he sees a cat. But we know how to deal with that. HA! Its also creepy to walk your dog late at night. Its soo quiet, you wish there will be some noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGcUeCxi-I/AAAAAAAAAck/g5PW_8qazwg/s1600-h/Image420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729707768876002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGcUeCxi-I/AAAAAAAAAck/g5PW_8qazwg/s320/Image420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGcUf799_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/AQ5EyKuVnYA/s1600-h/Image419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729708277200882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGcUf799_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/AQ5EyKuVnYA/s320/Image419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's me infront leading the walk and he just follows without complaints. Although he would look around his surroundings. CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729335998142178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGb-1FuVuI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lDenDNo4GuE/s320/Image413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729696888198914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGcT1gnlwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/id9wkxYrq7c/s320/Image410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGb-vydhvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HzC-Q9RbHdE/s1600-h/Image409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350729334575171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGb-vydhvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HzC-Q9RbHdE/s320/Image409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm waiting for M to come back so that we can do the things we've talked abt ydae:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Bbq (I've yet to ask emma if there's one in her condo and we shall just have a bbq there - I also hope ricco will be here still, soooo much fun - Of course with the rest of his mates)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Dinner at chalk restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Bedok's bak chor mee (I feel like eating the one at thomson right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Salmon sashimi feast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The spaghetti I told him I'll cook for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Planning US trip :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6568970894187127135?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6568970894187127135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6568970894187127135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6568970894187127135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6568970894187127135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-break-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SkGb96SidVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7CJZUsqzfTo/s72-c/Image398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6023397562805289722</id><published>2009-06-22T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:02:58.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What with Jiamin leaving for Japan soon and M in India, I'm seeing shades of grey. Not really in my usual colorful state where life is nice and dandy for me. But still, both of them will come back soon and add colours to my life yea?! =D I treasure overseas phone calls whenever M calls me or I were to call him. &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Saturday after dinner, I accompanied Jiamin to get her father's day gift from the CD shop and thats when I saw the musical Les Miserables. OH MY!! I had the impulse to buy it right there on the spot. I love the musical soooo dearly. I watched it when I was 12, and it had a HUGE impact on me back then and even now. Don't get me started on Miss Saigon and phantom of the opera. But I didn't get the disc because its not the same as watching it LIVE. It's true, you guys have to experience it to know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was in the CD shop that I know what sort of farewell present I should get for Jiamin before she leaves for Japan too. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was upset when my teacher played the 1hr video of Genie (this girl who had language developed only when she was 13). Psychologists - Do they want to be one because of the fame/money or do they really want to help. I always thought that taking abnormal psychology as a module would be very dreary. You know, understanding the different disorders that are inflicted on people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But until I took human development, I'm now appalled. It gives me the extra reason to help neglected children whom parents and society despise because of their mentally unstable condition. I hate the stigma that comes with it, and I hate hate hate society for this! Goodness, my heart broke when I saw genie and its just a video. If anyone's interested just wikipedia Genie. Besides my classmates, I wonder if there are anyone out there who really, truly empathize and really truly want to help people like that. Hmmmm.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, I miss you soooooo much. We'll enjoy singaporean cuisines together and not to forget the salmon sashimi you mentioned on the phone! 39 more days and counting down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, shuyu's trip. Goodness, my friends are all travelling except for me! I'm missing out on life. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6023397562805289722?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6023397562805289722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6023397562805289722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6023397562805289722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6023397562805289722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-with-jiamin-leaving-for-japan-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-380982500411444398</id><published>2009-06-19T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:42:06.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no mood whatsoever, becoz of presentations. I feel at ease when I'm presenting psy modules, I can talk all day long about freud, erikson, piaget etc. But now that I'm in a business class, everything's not the same. Sighs! But smu taught Janelle not to have stage fright, so I hope she'll teach me how. Oh man, and when everything goes wrong, it really does. My presentation skirt's like soo loose, I should have heeded M's advice and custom make one since there's nth in my size. I HATE PRESENTATIONS. =X I wish I can bring ricco in, he'll make me feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking abt ricco, I did a brave thing by bringing him for his usual walks WITHOUT HIS LEASH. And seriously, it was sooo cute, because that furball was just walking by my side, sniffing around corners, he didn't run about, although he kept looking at me and I showed him his leash to acknowledge that I'm no longer restraining him. CUTE! The only mishap - I forgot abt stray dogs and cats. So you guys can imagine my horror when someone took his german shepard for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's going to Japan after India if he gets the Japan internship, which I really hope he does because he'll gain all the experience he's gaining. Working hard for his future as well and building up his resume (Mine's like so pathetic). Can I go too? Since the semester would have ended by then. I hope mummy is willing to sponsor me too. I know I know, its very useless to depend on my parents. But seeing as I've been financially independent for the past 2-3 years, I hope they might agree. Cognitive dissonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about life - I'll be meeting M's friends (who I think are my friends as well, since we've been meeting quite often) for movie next week. I wonder if its going to be weird hanging out with your bf's friends without the bf with you. But they're a bunch of nice friends, esp Tiff, Caleb and Sin sheng. =D It's really god's will that he put them into my life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear, I miss you! I really really do! After 10th July, I've asked Daddy to teach me how to drive to the airport and back. But it must be after 10th July, I need to finish my critique. Cost me a whooping 30%. And after I'm skilled on the various express-ways, I'll speeeed all the way to the airport and fetch you home. Or we can do what you suggested, just stay over in the airport so that we can send Jiamin off to Japan the next day. HAHA! But you'll be damn exhausted. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy asked about you too. =D Oh, and even popo! HAHAHA!! The thing that my mum asked was "Is Matthew drinking orange juice everyday". Can't help it, mummy's a nurse. She squeezes juices for us every night. I think my stomach might be acidic soon, with all the citrus fruits in our body system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, SAM PLEASE GIVE ME A CALL WHEN YOU SEE THIS. I've texted you back but there was no response, so stop making me worried! Goodness, I'll ring up your house if I have to or even walk to eileen's table and ask. =XX I'm gonna slap you upside down if you don't call me after lunch. Perhaps you're busy for now. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Koh - We're going to celebrate your bdae, I really hope you don't think that we wouldn't. HOW CAN WE MISS YOUR BDAE?!? We have yet to hear your love story. =X HAHA!! And I have to talk to you abt sim, unisim and the various schools. Oh, and loans in case you're worried. I wanna help if I can. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-380982500411444398?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/380982500411444398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=380982500411444398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/380982500411444398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/380982500411444398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-no-mood-whatsoever-becoz-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-4521452086255097274</id><published>2009-06-17T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:48:50.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy with presentations. We had 2 rehearsals so far, managed to do it within the time limit, so I hope on friday nothing can go wrong. Must give us a pat on the back really, 39 slides in 10 mins and it wasn't presented hurriedly. PLEASE DON'T LET ANYTHING GO WRONG!! Sheeesh! We have 1 more final rehearsal on friday and thats when I pray for the best. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this for a 10% presentation. :S Better be worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this trimester, its time to plan for the states trip. Next sem is cognitive psy, which means knowing how the brain works and everything else. So I need more focused attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was chatting with M on the phone and I really pray that his roommate would make a better co worker in time to come. I prefer working alone on projects as well. Team work can be quite tedious. Dear dear, keep calm. When the mind is at rest, you can always form a clearer picture. I believe that if God puts you to it, he'll put you through it. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm happy that at least I'm the first person you thought of calling when you're troubled. Really. That phone call meant alot to me even though I didn't mentioned that to you over the phone. I pray that Caleb can help you more when it comes to facing problems with roommates like that. 1.5 months more and everything will be over, baby! God bless!! I miss you more than ever after that phone call. *Emo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presentations - I hate them! Make it or break it this coming friday! As much as I hate business modules, it doesn't mean I shouldn't put effort in them. Once you start on something, you do it well, or don't start at all. I WANT HD's BADLY! *Sighs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to studying!! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-4521452086255097274?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4521452086255097274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=4521452086255097274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4521452086255097274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4521452086255097274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-with-presentations.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5491939292126428053</id><published>2009-06-15T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:29:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was really fun. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went down to winebar for shuyu's bdae celebration after school on friday. Saw pretty esther for the second time. Told her I'll even buy chicken skin for her bdae. Didn't know she's a libra as well until she told me, think the most common trait she and I will have is the undecided-ness in us. HAHA! It was also nice to catch up with Sauwei and kaiying as well. Thanks to him for the ride! And since he drove, all he can afford to drink is really nothing but green tea. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was at Chalk restaurant with ariel and shuyu. Oh my, the service there is superbly good! It might be a little bit pricey but given the food and service, the bill was totally totally worth it. I recommended it to emma who came by to stay for the weekend. I even told M that I'll bring him there the moment he reaches Singapore. We can go there for dinner sometime. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was then off to helipad for drinks. We sat at the rooftop, quite a scenic place. It was Jane's bdae as well. Took pictures with jiali + jane + daniel. Its time these pple send me pictures or tag me at facebook. Hehe! I even took the nightrider home. Saved me money from cab fares. Despite reaching home late, I still managed to email janelle my assignment at 4 in the morning. :| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its a load off my mind! Whatever thats left is rehearsal and compilation of presentation slides. Presentation's this friday. Can't afford to fail. Now that night time's here, I feel soo emo! I miss M badly. Caleb and sin sheng was asking me abt M too. Its nice to know that his friends care. =) Darling, I miss + love you, I wish you will be back soon! You have nice friends who asked after you too! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall blog about ricco and the car ride he had. Damn cute! But thats until estee sends me those pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5491939292126428053?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5491939292126428053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5491939292126428053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5491939292126428053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5491939292126428053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weekend-was-really-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3952135334744555841</id><published>2009-06-12T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:41:51.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally managed to talk to M after 2 days. :( I miss our daily chats sooo badly. And yes, I shall stop whining already, because its not as if he's in India for good. That boy is all psyched up abt projects his company is giving him. I'm not finance savvy, but he is now doing research on merging markets and commodities. And he was telling me how pricing works and everything else. It really shows how much he loves the subject ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and emma are really one of the few close people I've seen doing something related to their degree and most importantly, doing something they like. I've got to add M's two closest friends - Caleb and sin sheng as well. And soon to be, Miss Ship. Future accountant eh?!? I'm not even able to balance a balance sheet. DON'T LAUGH! But I wanna do what I like in my future too!! *Prays for the best* All I can say everything is in God's hands, the thing I can do for now is to study hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now looking at wikipedia (the quite unreliable source for facts) abt merging markets and they're showing me stuff abt some market economic crisis. I hope I'm on the right track. Anyway, Its ROI friday again. Shheeeeeeesh! Company really know how to leave ROI on a friday. I bet my manager wanna keep us in the office. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuyu's and Mr Koh bdae is coming up. Oh, and Jane's! Think Jiali will def drag me down because she can't drink. So yes, we'll have chats with daniel, yx, jiali and all the citibankers. Its going to be a citibank gathering and I'm not even a staff there. Finance savvy people are around me. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss M. Gosh, I know time is not in my hands as well. All I can do is pray that it passes by fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam - I hope everything's all right for Daddy. I'm asking my mum a proper diet for uncle malcolm as well. And and and.. I've googled stuff up (I told your mum this as well), let daddy consume lots of proteins, which means eggs, milk, cheese. My dad hates milk he literally puked out milk infront of me and I scolded him for that. So my mum got him soy bean milk. Get the same for uncle malcolm. NOTE HIS DIET!! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanna tag this in your blog because your friends reads it and may ask questions. I'm saying it here because your friends dunno me and they wouldnt see this. CONSIDERATE RIGHT? HAHAHA!! Kiddddinggg. I'll give your mum the list once I fish out info from nurse goh. In the meantime, CALL ME if you need me!! REALLY!! And stop feeling guilty/shitty/whatever else lah, you asshole. Oh, and of course study well!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Lynng, I saw your post in fb! Its really great news that your company's going to sponsor your degree. GO FOR IT! But before, think abt the bonds. Oh man, time to catch up with these great gf's of mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My teacher from smu says I'm a psycho, just because I'm studying psychology. WTH!! So now the whole class is almost laughing at us. :( Oh well, but its all for laughter and fun. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3952135334744555841?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3952135334744555841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3952135334744555841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3952135334744555841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3952135334744555841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-managed-to-talk-to-m-after-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5540765037809833004</id><published>2009-06-09T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:50:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emo status is fully blasted. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the boy soooo much. I know he is a phone call + email away. I know we've been talking almost everyday (I really shudder to see the telephone bill, think my mum's gonna kill me), but it still feels different. I really can feel the physical/geographic difference. My company's having a pharmaceutical conference in Mumbai, can they just send me there?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been keeping myself busy - Especially with school. I'm done with my presentation slides, I just need the rest of my groupies to send me theirs for compilation. I'm reading journal articles to start on my critique. Btw, I've dropped wednesday module as I need more concentration for the 2 heavier modules. I need HD's badly. I have no choice, but to get HD's if I want to pull up my C's, which in turn aids in a higher GPA. Gosh, uni life - Horrendous. I'm too tired to study, really make me think twice, if I should even further my degree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M's meeting new pple everyday - Friends from ntu, business people from Singapore who came to Mumbai for business trips and what nots. He is really networking, expanding his social circle. He sent me pictures of him and his friends the other day, all of them gathered in this huge house for dinner. Cosy and of course, making them home sick. Looking at his picture makes me feel worse. I've not seen that face for a long long time. And the feeling is really different even though pple do say that since we meet up once every 2weeks to a month when he's here in Sg, isn't it almost the same? But trust me, the feeling is very different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby's still as active. He'll bark at the chow chow, german shepherd, collie and newspaper boy everyday. I think the only dog he daren't bark at is the rottweiler. HAHA!! But baby's still as lovable as ever. But you can tell that Baby's getting old, he'll pant very easily and yes, he put on weight! His leash almost can't hold him any longer! Time to stop giving him food! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate night time! Absence makes the heart fonder. M and I talked abt picking him up from the airport in August, even though its still long, but its chats like this that perks me up! I'll go to the airport and drive us to bedok bak chor mee stall!! I bet he is craving for these already! Daddy allowed me to take the car, so yes, car's available!! YAY!! Speaking of which, I hope to save up money for a car as well, but I'll not make the car a liability. This means, work harder in life, Evette!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5540765037809833004?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5540765037809833004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5540765037809833004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5540765037809833004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5540765037809833004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-status-is-fully-blasted.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2179637955117168559</id><published>2009-06-05T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:27:30.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CEO'S WITHOUT A DEGREE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Yahoo! Finance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mr. Paul Allen (Founder/Chairman) - Vulcan Ltd&lt;br /&gt;Nature of business: Media, telecommunications&lt;br /&gt;Education: Dropped out of Washington State College after 2 years&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: He persuaded Bill Gates to drop out of Harvard. They founded microsoft together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Mr. Richard Branson (CEO) - Virgin Group&lt;br /&gt;Nature of business: Travel, TV, Music&lt;br /&gt;Education: No college degree&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: He became an entrepreneur at the age of 16 with a creation of a student magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mr. Michael Dell (Founder) - Dell&lt;br /&gt;Nature of business: Computers&lt;br /&gt;Education: Attended University of Texas; Did not complete degree&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: His advice - "When I started Dell, it was very much an idea outside of the conventional wisdom, and if there were people telling me that it wasn't going to work, I wasn't really listening to them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Mr. Maverick Carter (CEO) - LRMR Innovative Marketing &amp;amp; Branding&lt;br /&gt;Nature of business: Marketing&lt;br /&gt;Education: 3.5 years of college at western Michigan university and university of Akron combined&lt;br /&gt;Trivia: His advice - "Don't be afraid if you see an opportunity to go and give it a shot. You can finish school later, its always there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's right. As long as you have the talent, then just go for it. Which 2 of his friends did - Caleb and Sin sheng. And look at both of them right now, having their own business at 27 and 25 respectively. *Evette's thinking abt what talent she has* =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with gf's ydae and I love love the company. =) And the policeman looks like he is so reluctant to help. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, BABY'S HERE! Oh man, he came ydae and he is sooo cute, estee started camwhoring IMMEDIATELY. My baby still recognises this place, when I wake up tumbling down the stairs, he'll walk to the stairs and jump at me, wagging his tail. HE REALLY REMEMBERS!! Smart baby!! =DD I'm now banned from buying anything for ricco. REALLY. They repeated themselves like 5 times NOT to buy this and that, and if I needed anything, they'll just drive down and give it to me. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I really don't splurge much on baby. I think they're exaggerating. =X I just need to buy his fav snacks. You guys should see how baby loves the chicken/bacon strips! Bao, lets go to bishan park with the dogs!! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2179637955117168559?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2179637955117168559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2179637955117168559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2179637955117168559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2179637955117168559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/ceos-without-degree-source-yahoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5469730236299983065</id><published>2009-06-03T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:57:05.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honours, masters, honours, masters, honours, masters. Sighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to think hard alr. Like what M says, just study hard, at least I know I wouldn't let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've become a chauffeur ever since M left. HAHA! I was telling my dad that I didn't know how to drive here and there. Btw, p plate can be brought down, but my dad realise that ever since the p plate was in the car, he realise that pple will give way and what nots. The amazing thing a triangle can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was saying, my dad made me drive all the way to mummy's hospital. I gotta wake up damn early over the weekend, because he is going to make me drive all the way to Jurong and back. He says he's going to show me the various express-ways and short exits. :S And yes, shamefully, I've got the license 1 yr ago. I'm just a noob when it comes to what route goes here and everything, I even had to tell shuyu, that if she knows the way, I can take the car. I really don't wanna be lost at clementi again! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now abt relationships: M and I are talking on the phone everyday. Lovely! Its good to hear his voice every single day. For now instead of the usual 30-60mins of heart to heart convos', I shall limit it to 10mins? My mum's going to hit the roof when she sees the bill if I'm going to have 1 hour chats everyday for the nxt 2 months. HAHA!! But yes, as long as we call each other everynight, 10mins will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and more importantly, I HATE HATE PPLE WHO CHEATS MY FRIEND'S MONEY. *Grrrr* Stop commiting fraud. Unlucky for you, I believe in karma (Seen karma happens in fact). Money that is not yours and you commit fraud, I believe you'll lose whatever you have by ten-fold. YES!! We're going to the police this thursday, I couldn't make it today (Wednesday) as I have school. But I'm putting matters into hands of the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't get you now, I'll open my eyes to look at ur downfall. I hope everyone out there will be CAREFUL when it comes to money matters. Erm, okay, I shall bear that in mind as well, as there are pple out there who really treats me like an atm. After 23 yrs of living, I've paid for pple endlessly. THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!! I wouldn't mind paying for education or if my friends need it URGENTLY. But pple who take me for granted, I just have one word - KARMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5469730236299983065?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5469730236299983065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5469730236299983065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5469730236299983065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5469730236299983065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/honours-masters-honours-masters-honours.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8415501048739230578</id><published>2009-06-02T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:22:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to get better results! Really. M even reminded me of what I always tell pple - You don't try, you wouldn't know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that with M leaving I would be moodless/emo and what nots. But thank goodness I've been calling him almost every other day, its sufficient to keep a relationship going. So yea, now its time to put full concentration in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't go to murdoch anymore because just for an honours, it would costs be SGD40K. Sheeeesh!! Thats way way expensive and honours is only a year. :S I'm now looking at other alternatives - Scholarships or local unis (which sounds slightly impossible. I admit, I lack the confidence to go there and somewhat don't see me having the ability to be smart enough to choose this path. I'm not that intelligent you know. :S) Janelle and I are having a big headache now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'll just choose to do my honours in JCU and really do very well, and with the results, apply for masters programme. And that would mean I'm going to be like a thousand years old when I finally step into the profession. What with this news and that, I'm seeing shades of grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But onto more happy stuff, M's going to be quite settled down. Talked to him for the past 2 days when he was in India, and he has met friends from school, which is a relief for me to know that he is in good company. =D And especially when I poured my school troubles, I'm glad that despite the distance and India's bad reception, he talked me through, and told me to just apply and not give up hope and told me to study very very hard. He's giving me moral support over there and I'm doing the same here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray he has nice colleagues, nice boss's and managers, nice offices. I can't wait for him to come back and tell me abt his adventures! Yes dear dear, we'll go to siglap/bedok to have the famous bak chor mee when you're back! I think you'll miss singaporean food already! Speaking of travelling, shuyu is holidaying as well. LUCKY GIRL!! =) I'll def go as well, if not for school. There's nth more than a nice break after a long day of work. Can't wait for this girl to be back too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the books. I need good grades. Someone tell me that I'm not working hard enough, so I can push myself further. I'm just kiddding okay, REALLY. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8415501048739230578?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8415501048739230578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8415501048739230578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8415501048739230578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8415501048739230578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-get-better-results-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3551878793013650180</id><published>2009-05-31T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:54:02.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M touched down safely and I'm glad! He managed to get an India line with free incoming calls (Be it in India or globally) and msges that costs like SGD 15 cents for 1 msg, so my worries abt communication is really uncalled for. I'll prolly call him every 3 days since I'm already "parked" in msn at work and at home. He needs full concentration for his job tmr. FIRST DAY OF WORK DEAR DEAR, GOOD LUCK! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you to be a good girl and you must be a good boy too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with eileen, shi lang, jiamin and esther was fantastic! Really. I heart dinner dates every Saturday with them. A bunch of girls whom I can click with absolutely well! Told M that after welcoming him home on the 1st of August, I'll be at the airport next day to send Jiamin off as she's jetting off to Japan! Lucky girl! Yes, she's there for work purposes as well too. Just nice, I must say, after her convocation in nus, she'll be away for at least a year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With M working in India and Jiamin for Japan, I'm wondering what's it like to work overseas, to be away from home, to be an independent person! The girls even talked of going to Japan to visit Jiamin next yr, I wouldn't mind too. But expenses in Japan is really too costly. Even more expensive than usa. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its now back to studying. My dream of becoming a child psychologist is almost shattered. I shall tell you guys more later. But it doesn't mean that I should quit studying. Since God has a plan carved out for me, I'll stick to his plans. I still want to get good results no matter what. Yes, since I'm doing a degree now, I better not screw this up! =) And of course to Sam and even ship, who's starting their degree or already started uni life. WORK HARD! Do not screw up uni life. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Ricco's coming!! But in July. HAHAHA!! Thats what wei wei said at least! MY BABY'S COMING!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. Emma came back. And she took my soc psy and development textbook with her. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3551878793013650180?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3551878793013650180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3551878793013650180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3551878793013650180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3551878793013650180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/m-touched-down-safely-and-im-glad-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2718287234207447314</id><published>2009-05-28T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:29:06.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was on leave the whole of wednesday and boy, I really had a good rest! Really really damn good to sleep in when everyone's working. I was too lazy to get out of bed for project discussions, but I still have no choice. School does come first afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was nothing but fun and happiness. Met up for project discussions on tuesday after work. Two meetimgs in a row can kill me, esp when work is involved as well. My exhaustation level is at an all time high. So went home after everything, waiting for M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought dinner would be at Thomson bak chor mee (Damn yummy, I tell you), but we went to cine's hong kong cafe instead. Thanked him for his reminder, heart to heart convo's are really the best! Caleb rang him not long after, so we drove over to his place for his dinner/supper. M and I just had drinks, we were too full to even consume the littlest bit of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the chat with M and caleb. The best! Caleb was mentioning abt his troubles and I can totally understand and agree with him. They told me all about their maris stella days. Goodness, maris boys will always be maris boys. HAHAHA!! All the beng-ness in them too. Sent caleb home while M came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the relationship that M and I have. His trust in me and my trust in him. Although I always get touchy when he says that he is meeting this girl mate of his from jc or uni, I like the fact that he always always tells me whom he is going out with. No hiding from one another. He knows that yc is a very very good guy friend of mine and I know that he has a very very good girl friend of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!! Although I wun see him after saturday, I demand that he email/call/text me when he reached India, I also demand him to give me his address so that I can send whatever essential items that is lacking over there. Even basic cup noodles/soap/shampoo will do. I'll just Fed-ex them over. I don't want him to trouble his parents. So let the gf do the job eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's a grown up boy now! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course - Do indulge yourselves at the silliest pictures ship and gang took for Daphne's bdae party. Its all uploaded on facebook. Yes, we were crazy with the buffet + drinks at liquid kitchen. May I add that liquid kitchen's brownie is superbly fantastic! Yes, I can finish up every morsel of brownie and leave no crumbs behind! *Slurps* Gonna bring M for good food as soon as he touches down in Singapore after 2 whole months, before he leaves again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope that H1N1 would be diminished when M is over in Boston/Ny. I'll just fed-ex more fruits and vitamin C tablets. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2718287234207447314?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2718287234207447314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2718287234207447314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2718287234207447314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2718287234207447314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-on-leave-whole-of-wednesday-and-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2517896459867646839</id><published>2009-05-26T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:48:54.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 more days till he leaves. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had everything trashed out with Karin. Since both of us knows that there's a problem, we shd really talk things through. And yes, there isn't a solution to whatever we've covered. REALLY. Yep, you're right. Once prejudices and biases are set, its hard to change one's mindset. Which is why, first impressions are soo darn important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is and I may be wrong, but you can't blame people for judging you this way as well. Stories that I've heard, I shall not say. But sometimes the things you do, kind of contradict the things you say. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's shippy's convocation! FINALLY OUT OF SCHOOL EH?!? =) Please get yourself enrolled soon for ur degree. At least you can make my day by popping in and out of my class. HAHA! Meetings are going to last the whole day. Projects meetings after work and so on and so forth. Tmr's the day where I'll meet Holly. Hope it will be a good meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to M as well for reminding me time and time again. Really, you guys didn't know how much better I felt after talking to him and ship, of course. So now its time to plan yc's bdae. Come on, Mr Koh, what pressie do you want? Since you're my good friend, I'll give you baby. But you can only have him for 15mins. =X Honoured right? No one's ever took baby away from my sight when he's at my house. Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2517896459867646839?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2517896459867646839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2517896459867646839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2517896459867646839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2517896459867646839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-more-days-till-he-leaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-1708297091500060513</id><published>2009-05-25T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:59:51.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;1) Materialistic girls&lt;br /&gt;2) Girls who always expects the bf to pay for their everything&lt;br /&gt;3) Girls who thinks that they should get a bf because he has a car.&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Its a plus point perhaps that your guy drives, but don't get a bf BECAUSE he has a car)&lt;br /&gt;4) Girls who don't even want to fork out a single cent and finds that the bf is SUPPOSED to pay for their everything.&lt;br /&gt;5) Complacency&lt;br /&gt;6) Show off-ish people&lt;br /&gt;7) When the bf doesn't wanna buy perhaps the branded bag for them, they'll beg/plead and put themselves in a miserable state and when they finally get it, all they do is to show it off. *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I adore:&lt;br /&gt;1) M&lt;br /&gt;2) Ship and group. Really. We can go to the most boring places, but its not the venues, ITS THE COMPANY THAT MATTERS! =)&lt;br /&gt;3) Sam and knowing that she's there for me.&lt;br /&gt;4) And as long as shuyu quits clubbing, I'LL LOVE HER EVEN MORE. HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;5) Kaplan school mates. Did I mention that if I've saved up enough money, I might be going to murdoch with them? Which means, Murdoch and Sam, here we (Because its Janelle, jielin, jeslyn and derrick) come!!&lt;br /&gt;6) Baby&lt;br /&gt;7) Baby pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've known this guy for 6 yrs, who became my very very good guy friend. Everyone shd know its Mr YC Koh, and his bdae is coming. Bro, can I just get you a theme party entitled doraemon. Maybe we can just have a picnic by the beach and all of us would wear blue. You can have a blue cake too, if it makes you happy. I'm saying this because all of us are on a tight budget and we don't wanna spend extra money. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Btw, I'm really really joking. We really couldn't do this to you. HAHAHAHA!! And congrats on getting the B for ur psy paper. Pls memorise abnormal now - Multipolar, Bipolar, depression, major depression, mutli-personality disorder, sleep disorder, eating disorder (AN &amp;amp; BN), schizophrenia, autistim, paraphillia, gender identity disorder, neurochemical, ADHD and goodness, thats not even half. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-1708297091500060513?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1708297091500060513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=1708297091500060513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1708297091500060513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1708297091500060513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-i-hate-1-materialistic-girls-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-9050021027940022125</id><published>2009-05-24T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:53:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evette is emo after meeting M today. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's leaving. He really really is leaving. I know he is trying to cheer me up by asking me if I'm excited abt the US trip and everything else to keep my mind off things. Told my parents that I'll be going to look for M in the states and they had no issues about it. Maybe because my cousins are overseas and their other halves are also going to find them, its now like the norm to fly to european/american continents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really hope I wouldn't cry at the airport. M's soooo insistent that if I'm all so teary and stuff, I should just stay at home because it'll be sooo heart wrenching to leave. Sighs!! Told my dad abt sending him off and my dad just told me to take the car on that day itself. See dear dear, my family and I are supportive in you leaving! HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M said that I'll be soooooo excited in July itself, I told him the exact same thing and that I might speed all the way to the airport just to fetch him back and hug him all over again! Its going to be 2 months I wouldn't be by his side. Oh man, I hope time will just whizzzz past by, get it done and over with and bring my boy back to meeeeee!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even bought the essentials stuff. I got him a first aid box, aspirin, woods cough lozenges and mouth masks all on my tab because I know he wouldn't even buy these himself. He even have to ask me what I want to get first because he doesn't want to waste my money to the extent of driving me down when I insist of going down to Guardian myself. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to miss this very precious boy of mine! REALLY! :( I'm going to look for places of interest when we're in new york and california. Time to look at forums and have a chat with dear old emma. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I'm trying my very best to stop being sooooo emotional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-9050021027940022125?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9050021027940022125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=9050021027940022125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9050021027940022125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9050021027940022125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/evette-is-emo-after-meeting-m-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3210014875016020605</id><published>2009-05-21T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:48:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with M and his friends again.  I like his friends because they are NOT:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Unkind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Selfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Unambitious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Tactless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Unsociable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the most IMPORTANTLY of all, they are NOT HYPOCRITICAL! Yes, the magic word. Even though Tiffany and I were the only girls gathering in Paul's house for steamboat (Btw, we need to have 2 tables of food), the guys were humourous and its more than enough after a hard day of work with M occupying the seat beside me. *Thankful*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate 2 faced shit heads. REALLY. The past week is tidal wave after tidal wave, if not for M's calls to cheer me up in the office, even if its plain fooling around and perking me up, I'll be a wreck! Thanks dear! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now that its night time, which gets me all emofied, I'm thinking abt M's trip. I want August to be here in a flash. Although this means that my presentations, assignments and exams are due, I STILL WANT IT TO BE HERE FAST!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not looking forward to next Saturday~~ :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3210014875016020605?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3210014875016020605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3210014875016020605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3210014875016020605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3210014875016020605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-out-with-m-and-his-friends-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6835950477777768847</id><published>2009-05-20T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:07:33.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is an entry about my baby AGAIN! I know I'm boring EVERYONE out there. =X I miss my baby soooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him with a sleepy look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN-ZzlUlGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/f9AntD5isxw/s1600-h/Image188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748965172745314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN-ZzlUlGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/f9AntD5isxw/s320/Image188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN-ZdyDkLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/smXYI8B68_U/s1600-h/Image173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748959320576178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN-ZdyDkLI/AAAAAAAAAbM/smXYI8B68_U/s320/Image173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good ol' dog sleeping on the pillow: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN-ZUFHVzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4OO6rJr1-fM/s1600-h/Image169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748956716160818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN-ZUFHVzI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4OO6rJr1-fM/s320/Image169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to show you guys that baby has HUGE eyes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9qRJPn7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_lV5nRRaJRg/s1600-h/Image217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748148474322866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9qRJPn7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/_lV5nRRaJRg/s320/Image217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His all time favourite toy - Snowman!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9qAYVBdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8lDhcs4oz3A/s1600-h/Image142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748143974188498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9qAYVBdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8lDhcs4oz3A/s320/Image142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean when I say his fav toy is snowman? He likes it near him even when he sleeps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9pl5Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAas/sXwLWXCnBDs/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748136864092994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9pl5Jk0I/AAAAAAAAAas/sXwLWXCnBDs/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even during the day, snowman is beside him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9pv82oxI/AAAAAAAAAak/tsxjlUIyCHQ/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748139563983634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9pv82oxI/AAAAAAAAAak/tsxjlUIyCHQ/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9pVsg8uI/AAAAAAAAAac/7kH8Sv1rT-0/s1600-h/Image202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337748132516131554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN9pVsg8uI/AAAAAAAAAac/7kH8Sv1rT-0/s320/Image202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he has the typical Singaporean genes: Kaypoh-ness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN8jMF9dSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4fRsGKI63TQ/s1600-h/Image163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337746927347660066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN8jMF9dSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4fRsGKI63TQ/s320/Image163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We always have a hard time taking him for his all time fav hobby - WALKS. He likes to bite his leash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN8i4W3UWI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7Dxvnq4MXjs/s1600-h/Image160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337746922049851746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN8i4W3UWI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7Dxvnq4MXjs/s320/Image160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when he is lazing around in the afternoon: He'll just loll his head around the arm rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN8iuSEWbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/moQ0s5v-9hI/s1600-h/Image198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337746919345379762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN8iuSEWbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/moQ0s5v-9hI/s320/Image198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To stare at whoever is out there at the gate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337746919277985682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN8iuB__5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wDR-ZKLpS_o/s320/Image199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I called Jiali today to arrange a session at Jln Kachubong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jiali: I'm sick with three days of fever, if I'm well on friday, we'll go to Kachubong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evette: Ehh.. Can you stay at home? You can get sick but my baby can't. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jiali: I fed your baby prata few days back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evette: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to expect to see a fat chubby baby on friday, I guess. Sheeeeeeeh! Ricco had like ba kua during chinese new year and now that yx is back from the states as its summer holidays, they're feeding him with prata. What's next? :S Btw, they have a lift in the house because they're afraid it might be too taxing for ricco to climb up the stairs to his room. My baby's really a pampered dog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really can't wait for Kachubong's outing. Please get well soooon! I'm not saying this solely because I miss baby, I really DO want you to get well. REALLY! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6835950477777768847?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6835950477777768847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6835950477777768847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6835950477777768847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6835950477777768847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-entry-about-my-baby-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ShN-ZzlUlGI/AAAAAAAAAbU/f9AntD5isxw/s72-c/Image188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5733855929097518013</id><published>2009-05-19T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:03:20.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have pictures of Flopsy yet. But he's an adorable darling (Cannot be compared to my baby of course, but nonetheless still a gem). I fed him celery/carrots and all he does seriously is to chomp soooo hard and fast on the celery. He's as greedy as ricco. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see emma's room-mate before he flew away. He's an air steward. And yes, SIA air steward is soooooo cute/charming/handsome and whatever else anyone can think off. Okay, I don't like him, but he would be the guy of most girls dreams. At least thats what I think so. I might be wrong. =X And he is a very polite guy + gentlemanly, I'm glad for emma to have such cool room-mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually posted pictures over the walls in the kitchen and living room of the various countries he has been to, I just stood and looked - Deutscheland, Rome, Paris, Turkey, Nepal, Japan, Zurich. Preeetttyy awesome stuff! =) So anyway, I asked him if I can bring ricco over (Of course when emma is around) and he was very cool abt it. I told him that ricco is very very well trained and that flopsy wouldn't be eaten up. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of ricco and if possible flopsy as soon as estee uploads them. Oh my! I MISS MY BABY ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course I'm grateful and thankful for Derrick for helping me find pdf files. Really. I would be a total lost if not for him. Thanks Mr. Tan! =) Gene matching can be quite fun but scary to find out that your child might be born abnormally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ydae ended up very well after the usual night chats with M. I wish he wouldn't leave. I'm now pondering to take a short trip to his work place this july. Maybe for 5 days?!? Then we can come back together in August. Now, will school allow me?!? Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5733855929097518013?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5733855929097518013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5733855929097518013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5733855929097518013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5733855929097518013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-have-pictures-of-flopsy-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8709415614437434003</id><published>2009-05-18T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:51:54.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate complacency. I hate fake friends. I hate show offish people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually realised that blogs nowadays are a portal for pple to show off who their dating, what kind of car their bf drives, how nice their bf is to them and what nots. Don't get me wrong, sometimes its okay to say such stuff out. But to read stuff like "Today XXX got me my most beloved bag" or even worse telling me that her bf drives her around, going to nice places and whatever else, waiting for her in the car etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, yours truly here don't give a f*ck that your bf drives, because M drives as well. His dad has 2 cars even! 1 auto and 1 manual car. You satisfied?!? Sheeeeesh! You want me to take a picture of the two cars parked side by side?!? Geeeez man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is going away to work! Yes, he have not really graduated yet, but now he got an internship OVERSEAS. CAN YOUR BF DO THAT?!? I'm sorry to M for saying and blogging such stuff out because he hates this. He hates showing off whatever he has, because like me, complacency gets us nowhere. But this is really irritating the shit out of me! Need I mention more about the us trip?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, BOTH OF US ARE GOING TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. I thank God and M for this trip. Really. I'm looking at the bright side of life - Why look at M leaving and feeling emo all day long? Instead, perhaps I should look at whatever I'm getting - LA and New York trips. I've talked to M about it and we might stay until 7 Jan, so we'll prolly be back next yr. My company allows me to bring forward 5 days of leave, so no harm done. *Yay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I may not be the richest girl on earth, but I'm contented even without your so called bag and whatever else that your bf bought for you. Comparing me and you, yours is nothing but material stuff! I got something better - A bf who cares for me. When I say care, I don't mean that by buying the LV bag means caring. I've got a capable and hardworking guy who is working hard for his future as well. BEAT THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done showing off M to you. Read this and get a drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If M is reading this and you're feeling livid, I'll leave this post until tmr where I'll delete it. I'll rather put up pictures of Ricco and Flopsy!! I shall spend the whole day tmr blogging about the darling flopsy! But ricco is still the best. =X But more abt them tmr! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. As I'm typing this and since yx is back from the states, I think my baby ricco is going to have a hard life. Yx is always the one suffocating ricco and bullying him. Snatching away his toys and what nots. My precious baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8709415614437434003?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8709415614437434003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8709415614437434003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8709415614437434003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8709415614437434003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-complacency.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6568547281250446222</id><published>2009-05-17T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:11:01.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know manchester united won title AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that whenever M calls me on the phone, he trys to avoid the topic on soccer, lest we "quarrel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that I'm being a sore loser by typing this out because liverpool are not the winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bummed that M's team won and not mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now that M's going be away for 2 months, why can't the movie transformers be screened in August when he's back instead of June?!? I don't care, I'll still get hold of the DVD so we can watch tog when he gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'M STILL SAD THAT LIVERPOOL DIDN'T WIN TITLE OKAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yx is back from the states! Its time to ask him + gf out and ask whats and where's the nicer places to go to in the states! I need to travel sooooo badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Evette should stop ranting and hope that no manu fans talk to me. I can snap at them any minute!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6568547281250446222?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6568547281250446222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6568547281250446222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6568547281250446222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6568547281250446222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-manchester-united-won-title.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6740190182924561611</id><published>2009-05-15T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:21:54.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emo status: Switched ON to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semtek conference was over and now my desk is stashed with nothing but name cards. I have two stacks of name cards waiting for compilation. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of the Grand Copthorne dinner ydae. I have no idea why I did it, maybe because M's leaving. I enjoyed the heart to heart convo's I have with M over dinner, him helping me taking my fav food, us walking along singapore river and then driving off to marina barrage to have some lovey dovey time together. Just nice on the 14th - 22nd months of together-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really writes off the quarrel we had the day before. I love feelings like that - Its like going out with him for the first time ever, the feeling of falling head over heels in love. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's leaving in two weeks time for work purposes. Its a combination of mix feelings. I feel proud and happy for him and his accomplishments, but as the days go by nearing the day he's leaving, I'm feeling emo + sad + feeling soppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me feel better at my office though - Called and told me to save up my leave for the usa trip. Church conferences in LA, visits to NY city etc.. Its going to be an expensive trip. But if we are frugal and spend wisely, I'm sure we'll have more than enough. I want to be with him. I'll have no more big bear hugs from him after this month. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for his safety and his job overseas. I pray he'll have nice colleagues. I wouldn't mind studying overseas, but to work in a foreign country, I don't think I can. I pray smu will send people over as well, at least M wouldn't be alone. Its nice to have friends when you're away from home. In the mean time, I'll wait. I'll wait for him to come back at the airport in July. I also hope I wouldn't be a wreck when he leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6740190182924561611?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6740190182924561611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6740190182924561611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6740190182924561611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6740190182924561611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/emo-status-switched-on-to-max-semtek.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7747522627850408530</id><published>2009-05-14T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:07:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M's leaving in 2 weeks time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he said on the phone was - "We can't celebrate our 24 months together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to my mind wasn't that but was - My boy is leaving. He is no longer going to be by my side and I'm not going to be by his side. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand to meet him 3 days every week before he flies (excluding weekends - because thats when we'll prolly see each other already). Friends are important as well, I'm not stopping him from meeting them, of course. BUT MEET ME FIRST!! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prolly send him an email every other day and you guys will see me on msn parked there waiting/chatting/facebooking/being online. I miss him sooooooo much, sometimes I hate the thought of him leaving. But its all for a better future for him. I'M PROUD OF HIM! =D Baby pooh too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be going to Cafe Brio, Grand Copthorne tonight after work! =) Can't wait to see him and of course I can't wait for the fooooood! *Slurps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7747522627850408530?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7747522627850408530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7747522627850408530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7747522627850408530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7747522627850408530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-leaving-in-2-weeks-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7518456527834082126</id><published>2009-05-13T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:43:47.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to work today as groggy as usual, clearing out emails and what nots. Seriously, even with the company's quarantine system and filtering of junk mails, I can get up to 40-50 mails a day. Geeeeezz! Then I saw the important mail. All I can say is, God answered my prayers. I did my best and I got rewarded. I'm too happy for words, I can almost cry with joy of course, right here in my seat. THANK YOU! I just hope that my application will be successful. *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with M for dinner + shopping (Mainly on his part) ydae after work. I enjoyed myself thoroughly until we had this HUGE fight as always, to the point where I felt like abandoning him/the car/us in the middle of the road and just take a cab home. But I'm glad that things are over already. I still love him and I wanna be a better gf to him. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the girl who only knows how to doll up and spend bf's money. I'll despise myself for that. I wanna be the supportive one, the one who doesn't depend on the bf for house/car/cash. I wanna be the one sharing burdens, saving up money together (Its really gratifying to see money increasing in both your savings account and your cpf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to everyone out there, keep me in your prayers. I really hope I can clinch the deal. *Evette hopes for good news*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;M's leaving in two weeks time. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7518456527834082126?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7518456527834082126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7518456527834082126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7518456527834082126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7518456527834082126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-to-work-today-as-groggy-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8209059834234707436</id><published>2009-05-11T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:00:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I agree with what shuyu says, things that I don't say out, doesn't mean I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, sometimes I feel that ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I wish I can have someone, just someone out there among the millions and billions of people, to step into my shoes and feel what its like being evette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I tell myself - This is the life that I choose, so I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm yearning for M's big bear hug. It leaves me giggling at the very least. I must admit, he may not understand me to the fullest, but he makes me happy at every single thing he does. I really thank God for putting him into my life. If this is also God's gift to me, he really gave me a nice present. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's today. Gonna hate the business modules. Seriously, on the scale of 1 to 10, I'm like a point 3 for excitement and enthusiastic level for modules. RMIT students should really give me their business brains. NUS/SMU/NTU business students can also pass me some of their flair in the subject. I'm scared of failing this. I really really hope I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8209059834234707436?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8209059834234707436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8209059834234707436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8209059834234707436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8209059834234707436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-agree-with-what-shuyu-says-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6379230213278206504</id><published>2009-05-10T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:46:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE FOUND THE PUPPY!! Cute?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgabEtGiLUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qaMH6N6fMiI/s1600-h/1000923504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334121313795714370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgabEtGiLUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qaMH6N6fMiI/s320/1000923504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my, CAN THIS PUPPY BE MINE?!? He is fully vacinated, and the owner is going give us all the leash, food, shampoo, pee tray and even the orange tent as seen in the picture. To top it up, there is 3 sessions of grooming left with this dog and it will be given to us at no cost as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already arranging for a viewing session. I REALLY REALLY CAN'T WAIT!! I've yet to ask wei wei if ricco is sociable, as he is coming over in June. I really can't imagine my house with two dogs. HAHAHAHA! My mum is going to hate me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with M and his friends on friday and saturday and it was really a nice gathering. Its very nice to meet up with sociable + friendly + humourous peeps. If only I can be as smart as them too. Okay, maybe not that smart, but hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my mind is nothing but the pretty shih tzu. Prolly going to view him either on Tuesday or Thursday. $700 for him is really worth it. Esp when this dog is very well trained and I can save up the money for obedience school. *Fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6379230213278206504?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6379230213278206504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6379230213278206504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6379230213278206504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6379230213278206504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-found-puppy-cute-oh-my-can-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgabEtGiLUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qaMH6N6fMiI/s72-c/1000923504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7049067380508081498</id><published>2009-05-08T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:03:40.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures are from the dinner at Grand Copthorne's Waterfront - Cafe Brio! Love the food. I can't eat much, and buffet is not really my kind of thing as I'm a small eater, but I left my seat like four times to get food + desserts + seafood. Money really well spent! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic below are some of the desserts. I was famished, I didn't have time for the rest of the pics - I had tiger prawns, chicken chop, lamb chop, steak and two plates full of salmon sashimi! Evette's all time favourite! Mind you, I went for the drunken prawns with soup and gosh, its nothing but heavenly!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333306992864702898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO2c_POsbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7zWG9hym3yM/s320/2810_83220916668_546881668_2261888_1534890_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Jake - The one with the  funny expression. A father of two, principal of montessori. School fees are like $1000/a semester for pre-school. And yes, he owns the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333307005936607506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO2dv70IRI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oQ6p6_pCq4Y/s320/2810_83220886668_546881668_2261883_942050_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Derrick and Rain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333308465971032306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO3yu_JcPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/rLbmChPnLEk/s320/2810_83220896668_546881668_2261885_4840793_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jl and Evette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333306993071737362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO2dAAlyhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/4iMs44I_o_8/s320/2810_83220841668_546881668_2261877_3091642_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This two people who are working for the government - Nicole and Jesslyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333306990068405122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO2c00ik4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/YQV24E2L5g8/s320/2810_83220866668_546881668_2261880_5855366_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Two best friends - YL and Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333308467122672450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO3yzRuE0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Cpol78oSmA4/s320/2810_83220931668_546881668_2261891_6469148_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The two pretty ladies with Derrick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333308474711682162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO3zPjFLHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/cDajkkumX6Q/s320/2810_83221021668_546881668_2261904_2286342_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An all girls photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO4td7444I/AAAAAAAAAZc/i56UAlSrIqM/s1600-h/2810_83220996668_546881668_2261900_3416328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333309475006243714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO4td7444I/AAAAAAAAAZc/i56UAlSrIqM/s320/2810_83220996668_546881668_2261900_3416328_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other random pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO4s4PUg1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZSGKI8ZS6Ds/s1600-h/2810_83221016668_546881668_2261903_3055710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333309464887198546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO4s4PUg1I/AAAAAAAAAZU/ZSGKI8ZS6Ds/s320/2810_83221016668_546881668_2261903_3055710_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice that when Derrick is shy, his ear will go all red. HAHAHA!! Soooo cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO3zZ1QEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pMVSx07CIIo/s1600-h/2810_83221031668_546881668_2261905_7435953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333308477472248306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO3zZ1QEfI/AAAAAAAAAZM/pMVSx07CIIo/s320/2810_83221031668_546881668_2261905_7435953_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jl is posed, but its either I'm talking to jake, derrick, rain or yl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333308468841042818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO3y5raU4I/AAAAAAAAAY0/kJWUqYYEqZ8/s320/2810_83220906668_546881668_2261886_6239576_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333307004974339954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO2dsWZF3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/QKKB3Vtnjck/s320/2810_83220881668_546881668_2261882_3349516_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Of course, the group photo!! This are the peeps that taught me what's life, taught me subjects esp stats and of course, I can't find such friendly and sociable people in school. I'll rather be near them than anywhere else. Its a shame that Janelle couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333309476191530946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO4tiWe78I/AAAAAAAAAZk/DNgDIAsauyw/s320/2810_83220976668_546881668_2261898_2683841_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna bring M someday to the same place. Its going to be slightly pricey, but its really worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, my week was really fun-filled. Caught International with M on Monday. Its those impromptu movie dates whereby we didn't know what to catch. Then he came over on Wednesday again. This kind of life, I didn't have when he was busy with school. I really hope that happiness wouldn't be short lived. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and I'm now looking at dogs in this forum. Its way way much cheaper than pet shops and most of the shih tzu's have been vaccinated and microchipped (whatever this means). Really. I'm now looking at what microchipping is all about. I need to know these if I'm going be a dog owner. Evette is also counting down for school. God bless everyone! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7049067380508081498?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7049067380508081498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7049067380508081498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7049067380508081498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7049067380508081498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-are-from-dinner-at-grand.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SgO2c_POsbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7zWG9hym3yM/s72-c/2810_83220916668_546881668_2261888_1534890_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5865646465738662841</id><published>2009-05-07T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:06:19.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun filled week! Now that M is less busy, he is really spending more time (I'm really thankful for) with me and of course with his friends, be it from jc or even uni. Yes, weekly soccer games is a must for him. Keeping fit and toned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore his united jersey on wednesday when he came over and estee really really insisted not to open the gate for him. My mum was busy looking at his jersey and laughing, my dad was asking him to take some of the renoma shirts that he got (Daddy has like 8 of them packed away) to wear for work/interviews and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of my classmates to upload soon. I'll prolly get it done tmr, because its a friday and usually people slack on fridays instead of working. =X Movie outing with M as well for the past few days. Oh boy, never have I had this amount of outings when he was busy with smu. I wonder how busy will he be when he starts work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estee bought Marley and me and I'm going to watch it now! Boy oh boy, I just love dogs! And yes, I'll blog about the pet thingy soon too! I'm going to enjoy every single day before the 11th when school starts and that's going to take a toil on me already. I can foresee busy days EVERYDAY for the next 4 mths. Shhhheeeeeeeesh! All this to go into NIE. Better be worth it. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5865646465738662841?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5865646465738662841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5865646465738662841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5865646465738662841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5865646465738662841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-filled-week-now-that-m-is-less-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5855631406631437935</id><published>2009-05-04T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:20:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A brand new week. Darn elated, I must say. School's starting on the 11th. Consumer behaviour, human development (Gonna be my all time fav!) and tourism and hospitality law (Gonna be the mod I hate the most). Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6id8TcRkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VVbKS6r4_A8/s1600-h/s-southard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday, I bunked in with estee in her room. Told her my plans in getting a pet dog. I insisted that I'm going to get one provided ricco is not a jealous sort of a dog. It doesn't mean that by getting a new dog, I can forget abt my baby. Thats a HUGE NO-NO! I like ricco, he'll always be welcome back home at all times. So if he is the jealous sort of dog, then no way am I getting a pet dog. On estee's part, she also strictly insisted that we should get a shih tzu. But secretly, I'm torn between a shih tzu and a schnauzer. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I get Shih Tzu?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6iTv8S2cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/oU99tDf8-KM/s1600-h/Zoe-Shayna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331877469023820226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6iTv8S2cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/oU99tDf8-KM/s320/Zoe-Shayna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331877468765931362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6iTu-zx2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/8Nl-Te9CKm0/s320/Riley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6iTg6DRGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Q7-RrhozL64/s1600-h/Zoe-Jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331877464987878498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6iTg6DRGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Q7-RrhozL64/s320/Zoe-Jane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I get a Schnauzer?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331877647505269762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6ieI1lpAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/jpM0HQ7GApI/s320/t-stacy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell you, both breeds are sooooo cutesy and cuddly. I even checked on obedience training school for the yet to come puppy. Its good to get everything planned out and sought out first before staying committed. I'm looking at pet shops and spca to get my dog. Yes, I know pple did say that spca dogs are usually harder to keep, because of their emotional instability and what nots?!? Afterall, they are abandoned. But if obedience school can keep them tame, I don't see why not. (Note to self: I'll despise myself even more if I were to abandon a dog)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since animals at spca needs a home even more desperately than ever. M insisted that he carry the pet dog if I were to get one, so that the dog will feel confortable with him rather than with me. HAHAHAHAHA!! Jealous jealous. Maybe we should alternate the days in keeping a pet dog. Or on days that I'm busy, maybe he can help me with it. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, a shih tzu or a schnauzer?!? Hmmm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5855631406631437935?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5855631406631437935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5855631406631437935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5855631406631437935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5855631406631437935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/brand-new-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Sf6iTv8S2cI/AAAAAAAAAXc/oU99tDf8-KM/s72-c/Zoe-Shayna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-748879139512750919</id><published>2009-05-03T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:31:36.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Celebrated Ariel's bdae on Sat. I hope my dear girl had a blast. Please enjoy the Raoul clutch! While I was in the shop in Paragon, I contemplated in buying the gold + white cluffings for M. But I changed my mind to something else. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke my temptation and got something for myself online - The AE black blazer. I must admit that $28 for a classy black blazer is dirt cheap. And since we're told that we would be attending future conferences, its good to invest in formal blazers. A more appropriate look in meeting delegates/speakers and mingling with them. I might as well do a major in PR for this job. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school for now until next week. Call me mad, but I kind of miss my busy life. Although its tiring and everything, it beats not doing nothing. REALLY! I was brave enough to even admit to my abnormal psy teacher that I suspect I'm abit bipolar. :S Until Eugene said that everyone with a hectic schedule might say the same thing, I reckon its NORMAL. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to hitting the books. And of course I can't wait for tuesday. Dinner at Grand Copthorne. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-748879139512750919?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/748879139512750919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=748879139512750919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/748879139512750919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/748879139512750919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebrated-ariels-bdae-on-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-4477586081161470402</id><published>2009-05-01T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:25:40.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's starting on the 11th of May and I've yet to find out which marketing module I have to take. I passed my 30% research proposal which is really a huge relief because this is by far, the worst proposal that we've to submit. But Ive failed my 5% write up! Please don't look down on this 5%, it really means something and now, because of this 5%, I might not even get a bloody D! Sighs! Like wth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prays even harder for exam results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I managed to finally meet up with Lynn and sam on thursday after work. I thought we might not have anything to talk abt, due to the long hiatus of not meeting up and getting on with our lives, but I had a blast! Yes, I dunno abt them, but I really really enjoyed the chats! It was soooo fun, evette took out her cam and took photo of her dearest friends. Yes, I'm not the photo person and this must be the first time in perhaps 3 years, I initiated a photo taking session. Geez, gf's like them are the best!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met M after that to watch wolverine. Sam came with me to meet up with him before wz came to fetch her. And yes, very much thankful for the chat on the way to plaza sing yea?!? Oooo.. And it really is a very good movie! Marvel comics are good. The next line up - Transformers part 2! Since M and I are cars lovers and we caught part 1 tog, I'm pretty sure we would really love the sequel to the movie. BUT PLEASE, I hope the movie don't let us down! I dunno why, but all the sequels I caught are really shiity. Harry potter's another disappointment, I'd rather stick to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper after that at Thomson's hong kong cafe. Its always the usual spot for us to go there for supper in the wee hours, I think the waitress(es) in the shop recognises us already, afterwhich it was home sweet home! I do not need a very expensive and exclusive outing, I'm contented if nothing goes wrong in this relationship. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And M's coming with me to the pet shop to look at puppies. I can't get my dream dog - A golden retriever - so M's bugging me to get a baby shih tzu. Its like looking at Ricco baby all over again. I can't wait for the pet shop outing. CUTENESS!!! I even have the impulse to get a puppy right now, drive over to Wei wei's house and allow ricco and the new dog to have fun!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-4477586081161470402?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4477586081161470402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=4477586081161470402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4477586081161470402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4477586081161470402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-starting-on-11th-of-may-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8492026243327612207</id><published>2009-04-29T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:31:31.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.. I made a fool of myself sooo badly, I wish I can dig a hole and hide myself. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its those silly and stupid mistakes in planning a bdae and yes, history repeated itself. (Note to self: You sort of screwed up Sam's bdae last year as well. Tsk tsk!). Oh my, can everyone just erase their memory or sth?!? I'm having friends remembering the stupidest thing that I do. I know Sam has a long list of the so called "ugly side of evette". Shhheeeeeessshhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back results for assignments. I hope exams will give me better news. Call me a nerd/geek, but I'm doing stats revision even though school ended. I need the practice so that I wouldn't lose touch with stats at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's having the flu. I really really hope he can get well from the sucky virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tv time and then more revision. Byeeeeeeee! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8492026243327612207?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8492026243327612207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8492026243327612207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8492026243327612207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8492026243327612207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-582532122538219244</id><published>2009-04-27T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:02:19.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have sooo much to blog about! But for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS M!!! Oh geez oh my. I miss him sooo much, I took Baby pooh, stashed him inside my bag and went for my exams on my last paper on thursday. NO KIDDING! I met M after my exams and showed him baby pooh when I got into the car. HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, and now I miss M! Strange that we can meet up sooo seldom but now, I just have this impulse to meet him everyday. Maybe because I'm too free? I have no idea. But this boy of mine, despite finishing school is busy. Yep, busy networking, busy going for interviews and busy preparing for his US trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were discussing about it the other day and he asked if I'm going to meet him dere and I def said yes. Saved up enough money already, so I'm more or less settled financially. The only thing that's left is to see if I have leave, which is why I'm going to work everyday to save up on annual leave and of course, accomodation. M will have to go there and see where I can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think both of us are psyched over this trip. More so on his side. I really really hope we can do this long distance r/s thingy, even if he is staying dere for 2 years. Oh well, this is still in God's hands, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now: I MISS M AS MUCH AS I MISS MY BABY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-582532122538219244?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/582532122538219244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=582532122538219244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/582532122538219244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/582532122538219244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-sooo-much-to-blog-about-but-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3976960299232279923</id><published>2009-04-25T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:05:18.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's nice and dandy right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm catching up with my various groups of friends - Dates with the bf, meeting jiali, sam + lynn, gotta arrange sometime with bernie, ship's group, gift shopping for my gf who's bdae is next week. And of course - 5th of May!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, 5th of May all of us classmates from Kaplan is having a class gathering. And the best thing is - Jake's sending all of us home one by one!! HAHAHA!! Which makes me feel quite guilty, I'm thinking if I should drive as well. Like perhaps send Janelle, Jesslyn and Derrick back home and camp (In Derrick's case). At least it lessens Jake's patrol. Don't you think?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've decided on buffet at Cafe Brio, Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel for buffet dinner. YAY! Maybe we can all go zouk after that. JUST KIDDING, of course. So we'll all meet in school, pay school fee's, collect school books and then drive off to Grand Copthorne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even M said that coming from a private institution, it's rare that the whole class is so keen, so enthusiastic over gatherings. Everyone's having fun and what nots. No backstabbing along the corridors of classroom, no stares from classmate and provoking remarks. Its study extremely hard and of course, play hard as well. Even people from NUS, NTU, SMU and SIM might not have such nice friends. Everyone's backstabbing and wary of one another. I'm blessed to be in this school, I'm quite positive I made the right choice afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can imagine 15 of us jamming the queues for payment of fees, jamming up the queue to collect our textbook, and arriving quite loudly in Cafe Brio. I am so looking forward to this day. Besides, it's the last time I'll see people from the single major already. Going to start on my marketing major and its just a few psychology modules left for those who are doing the double major - We'll just perhaps have same classes for cognitive and human development with them, that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, its this type of friendship that its worth holding onto. University life is quite cool for me, fortunately. Evette is thankful. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3976960299232279923?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3976960299232279923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3976960299232279923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3976960299232279923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3976960299232279923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-nice-and-dandy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-109437851050047868</id><published>2009-04-22T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:12:07.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched Susan Boyle's music video. Reminded when I watched the musical - Les Miserables. Then I watched how simon didn't like susan at first. And then it got me reminded of my dehumanisation report. Now I feel so evil. :S Trust me, anyone who does that report will really look at social psychologist in a differnt light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ms Boyle here is as good as the musical. I cried when Fontine sang that song (I'll watch the musical if it comes again). And then I realise I'm such a soft hearted person when it comes to musicals. I cried for Miss Saigon, I cried for the Phantom of the Opera, I cried for Les Miserables. Musicals is making me all mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the person singing for Miss Saigon is the girl who sang for Les Miserables as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evette is giving two thumbs up for nice musicals. I really wish new york has such musicals. I think I'll pretty much enjoy it. If it's cheaper that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, 1 more paper to go on Thursday and then its a class outing after that. I'm going to have so much fun from thursday onwards. Meetings with Jiali (I've yet to call her), Sam, ship's convocation and whatever else that's unplanned. This is until for 2-3 weeks until school starts. But, I'm not going to think about that for now. DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO MEEEEEEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-109437851050047868?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109437851050047868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=109437851050047868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/109437851050047868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/109437851050047868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-watched-susan-boyles-music-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2250626417732941265</id><published>2009-04-21T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:01:16.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 down, 2 more papers to go! *Think positive*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was a nice chat with Jess after the paper. Everyone's going for their honours, while I'm trying to apply for the NIE masters programme. Either way, I still hope I get in. And yes, clarke quay's sooo quiet on a Monday night. I'm more used to the over-crowded and noisy atmosphere its supposed to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with M for supper in town and boy oh boy, am I glad to see him. Esp his big bear hugs. I always tell him that I must be bigger size than him because its not fair that he is the one giving me the hugs. I mean what with equality of gender and everything, shouldn't we girls be the ones giving out big bear hugs as well?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, it was nice supper at the cafe and wine bar. And even though he has absolutely no school whatsoever, he still stayed in the school's library to read while waiting for me to finish my paper. :S Gosh, and I thought I'm the nerd here, who likes history and whatever else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I have pictures of emma's rabbit. HAHA! Soooo cute and "hoppy" (If there is such a word). Its always jumping around the apartment and she has to go down to cold storage almost every 3 days to get fresh supplies of carrot. He has the same appetite as Ricco, I can promise you guys that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Sam and Mr. Koh - I wun see you guys till Wednesday! Its been awhile since I've taken 2 days off as well. I'm being the cheapo one here who is intending to save on my sms-es. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta hit the books! Sheeeeeeesh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2250626417732941265?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2250626417732941265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2250626417732941265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2250626417732941265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2250626417732941265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-down-2-more-papers-to-go-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-4102770674136302790</id><published>2009-04-20T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:38:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very sick and tired of studying. :S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not going to work today (Monday) and Tuesday. I got pills to pop from the doctor and even those energy pills. I told the doctor I can't feel lethargic anymore. I need to be at my best performance, be it work or school. Its taking a toil on me already - Work from 9am - 6pm and then school from 7-10pm and then dinner at home + studying for at least 45 mins to an hour before I head to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I can actually sleep would be 2:30am, at the very max - 3am. And despite being tired, I have work the next day. But I told myself, this is the life I choose, I can't complain but stick to it. Whatever rewards (if there is), I'll reap after my hard work is being paid off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, M finished school. Think his convocation would be next yr? When he gets back from the states. But he told me he wouldn't disturb me for this week as I need to study and if I have time, to give him a call. I like the appreciative and understanding side of him. And I told myself, after my exams, most (Not all) of my time would be dedicated to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just this one friend I must must meet up with - Jiali. Really, think the last time I saw her was on cny. Its time to meet up with this girl who is waiting for yx to be back in May. Yea, finally after 9 long months, he is coming back and I also want to ask her, how are communications done, so that M and I can follow suit or think of something along the same lines, especially so if M is staying there for 2 years instead of the expected 6 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to studying! I'll see my colleagues on Wednesday and of course, I REALLY PRAY FOR GOOD RESULTS!! Even if not good results, I pray for performing at my very best. At least I know I didn't let myself down, not to mention the parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-4102770674136302790?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4102770674136302790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=4102770674136302790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4102770674136302790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4102770674136302790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-very-sick-and-tired-of-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2063475165672012727</id><published>2009-04-17T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:07:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next week is doom's week. Whether I can actually get a D depends on this final lap. Sighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be starting my other major - Marketing - in May. I'll be studying with peeps from the tourism and business management courses. This means, new friends, new groupies, new eye candies, new teachers and ultimately, a totally brand new subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M's having his last paper tmr on sat. This also means no more smu. =) When will I actually graduate?!? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends: Please date me after the 23rd. HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To M: Can I pencil you into my schedule every single day?!? =DD We deserve this time tog as well. For the past 21 months, its nothing but meet ups either on the weekend, once every 3 weeks or once every month. So tell me, now that there's nothing in the world to stop us for the next 3 weeks, we really should meet up more often (NOT EVERYDAY) to make up for time loss before yours truly here starts neglecting you when my term starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Ricco. I have this strong urge to really really kidnap him for good. He is the dog of my life. REALLY. I can just rant on and on about how much I love ricco, I wouldn't mind if he is here FOR GOOD. Oh wells, I'll post up new pics on him next week. New funny photo's. HAHA! Oh geez, I wonder whats the baby doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, yx is coming back in May. My dear jiali is sooo waiting for May 20th to come. And I want to meet up with him soon. I want to know how life is like back in the states. Maybe I can get some "surviving tips" for M as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to study and stress the brain cells one last time. Good luck to me and everyone else mugging for the really dreadful exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2063475165672012727?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2063475165672012727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2063475165672012727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2063475165672012727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2063475165672012727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-week-is-dooms-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-1541501372709885524</id><published>2009-04-14T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:39:56.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I miss the furball soooo much (I think its high time I really get a pet dog soon), I'm putting some of his pictures (AGAIN). I have a whole lot more of Ricco, but its not uploaded yet, as estee's busy working away. So hence the delay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone forgot how M looks like - This is just a side view of him. I don't take pictures with the bf because of personal reasons. (If you ask me, I think only M and Sam knows why.... HAHAHA) This pic is 4 mths old, which means we had ricco just 4 months ago as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrdBifuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ln7N0tH6RNE/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397898658643682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrdBifuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ln7N0tH6RNE/s320/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricco playing dead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrRLgTJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kjJNWMq_3wo/s1600-h/Image208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397895479217298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrRLgTJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kjJNWMq_3wo/s320/Image208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sooo brag abt this: Why is ricco on the platform and looking up is because - He heard me waking up. Yes, this baby knows if I'm in the toilet or not and when he hears the flush, or me sneezing, he would be on the platform looking up, waiting for me, wagging his cutesy tail. THIS IS HOW ATTACHED HE IS TO ME. (That is, when he is over at my place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrNmQpQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/aFGtZ-vv7f8/s1600-h/Image225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397894517695746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrNmQpQI/AAAAAAAAAW0/aFGtZ-vv7f8/s320/Image225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patiently waiting for me to be done. Estee took this picture and she was quite pissed because she kept calling ricco but to no avail. HAHAHA! This baby loves me. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrAXA5nI/AAAAAAAAAWs/oMrGTX3pcrM/s1600-h/Image227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397890964088434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrAXA5nI/AAAAAAAAAWs/oMrGTX3pcrM/s320/Image227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPqzZdWmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BhOrceu1DPo/s1600-h/Image244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324397887484680802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPqzZdWmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BhOrceu1DPo/s320/Image244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awwwwww... This is sooooo cute!! Okay, enough abt ricco already. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ydae was really nothing but fun and laughter. This group really know how to make my day. The non-stop chatting and yes, eating. We had steamboat which explains why we could stay until the shop is closing. Oh my oh my, I wonder if we'll still be chatting this way and that 10 years down the road. Perhaps some of us might be complaining about married life and what nots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yes, I really really enjoyed the night sooooo much. Its amazing that even by not meeting up often, we have so much to talk about still. Who is enrolling into what course, who is working as what now and yada yada. I SIMPLY ADORE GROUP MEETINGS!! =DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of them and M, its high time I plonk myself into msn as well. Even M is complaining that he might just delete me away from his list. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, HAPPY 21ST MONTHS bf!! =) After my exams, we both can have sooo much time together, the feeling is like going out on a first date all over again despite us being together for this amount of time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I dreamt that Ricco was EATEN up by a cat. What is this suppose to mean?!?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-1541501372709885524?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1541501372709885524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=1541501372709885524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1541501372709885524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1541501372709885524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-miss-furball-soooo-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SeQPrdBifuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Ln7N0tH6RNE/s72-c/Image059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5407591997541630222</id><published>2009-04-12T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:28:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's nothing but hectic. :S Exams consumes most of my time already. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for tmr's dinner with the clique after work. I really need a breather. And of course, I'm apologetic to Ship and Mr. Koh's cancelation of movie plans which we are supposed to watch on friday. I thought you guys changed the plans to Monday already and so I've already decided to mug at home, until Mr. Koh's msg said otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just hope to have nice dinner on Monday. I wanna see the rest of the group! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M's pretty busy himself. With 4 more papers left in smu, after saturday, he can really bid adieu to his uni life (Unless you wanna count his college life in the states). And after that, the bf would be stepping into political, working society. I must say, he is kinda psyched for it, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricco's going home today. Sheeeeesh! M and I were actually planning a day out in the beach with his hammock, a couple of books, frisbees and the little furball all packed in the car after our exams. Looks like its just either the two of us, or we could drive down to fetch the little one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, I'll miss seeing the furball soon enough. Even though as M put it - I'm the caretaker - I've grown ever so fondly of him already. His jumping onto you, him putting his head onto your lap and just loll around the couch, when he fights for the ball and being a mischievous caretaker, I would really scramble for the ball first, that's when he would jump and look at me pitifully. HAHAHAHA! He is just 9, but he is ever so active and playful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even allowed him onto the bed and I took a nap with him, with the air-con on (and evette don't do air con's), covering us both with the blanket. Its like tucking a little baby onto bed. Think I'll prolly ask for ricco again in July before M leaves, we can have so much fun again! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, dinner with the clique tmr. CAN'T WAIT! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5407591997541630222?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5407591997541630222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5407591997541630222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5407591997541630222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5407591997541630222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-nothing-but-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3911891167873157958</id><published>2009-04-06T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:47:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday night was fun! Chilled at Giraffe with brandy + soda drinks. HAHAHA! I shd have ordered ship's drink. Minty fresh! So we talked about her job + good prospects. Am really happy for the girl. It was then that I had this thought that maybe I should just stop my school after getting an honours. I'm too tired to think about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like what ship says: I can't do what I wanna do. Howhowhow?!? But I hate my life now - Work, school, work, school. And then to think about future bank loans, paying this and that off. Oh my! That load on my shoulders and I'm only 23. :S If only UniSIM has a masters in psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, caught the 1am movie for shopaholic after giraffe and I kinda loved it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma came and played with Ricco on sunday. We talked about her new house. I can't wait to see her new condo!! =) All the sauna + swimming + a bit of gym! Really, all I got to do is to find the bikini I bought stashed somewhere in the closet. I wonder if they'll allow ricco into the pool as well. HAHAHA! Can't wait to see her new room, her roomate, and ricco scampering around her new place. YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays if pple were to ask me what I'm studying, I think I'll most prolly just say marketing (Its just a half-truth). Whenever everyone knows what I'm studying, I find them withdrawn. They'll always say "So you can read my mind?" or "Are you trying some psychology tactics on me?" At least thats what M sometimes say when we fight. Which is kind of annoying because I really am not trying any reverse psychology or whatever else you guys see on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying psychology does not mean we read people's mind. Ask any famous psychologist and they'll say "We are not psychics." John Edward is a psychic, but psychologists are NOT! We study behaviour! If you need inner readings, book an appointment with John Edward, I heard he's pretty good with his readings. Quite accurate and spot on as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some might know already that if M is going to south america, I might just skip new york and head to south america, whichever country he might be in. After shopaholic and sex and the city, I don't really feel like stepping into the big apple! But countries like brazil/argentina spells fun! So we'll see how! Its either big apple or south america. *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm feeling worried for Derrick. I just hope nothing untoward can happen to him. Really. The whole class is backing him and I really hope this can be written off. Oh man, this is really worrying! :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3911891167873157958?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3911891167873157958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3911891167873157958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3911891167873157958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3911891167873157958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-night-was-fun-chilled-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-1148655550913691170</id><published>2009-04-03T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:59:35.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel soooo freeeeeeeeeeeee! I mean for now, since assignments are all handed in. I'm just waiting for the grades. *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are going to be okay, I guess. Not really that afraid of exams since questions are given to us, so we can prepare/memorise the answers and bring our memorised brains into the exam room. Murdoch is sooo kind for once to psychology students. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet M later (both of us are semi-free for now) and perhaps accompany my darling. Ricco looks like a chihuahua after the groom. REALLY. I'm kind of getting afraid in waking up and look at the almost furless dog. Now that pets cafe shut its operations, I wonder where we can find an alternative pet restaurant. I don't want to go to the one at balestier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food + service is really zero or negative one. I had to take water myself for ricco, no one is even keen on serving us. And the place is not really a good environment for ricco to roam around, unlike pets cafe at Thomson road. Despite M with the car, it is still in some remote area of balestier, we were wondering where to park the car and what nots. Like is this parking lot nearer or that parking lot nearer. Sheeeeeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go and download exam questions now! Please be envious! =X Just kiddingggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-1148655550913691170?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1148655550913691170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=1148655550913691170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1148655550913691170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1148655550913691170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-soooo-freeeeeeeeeeeee-i-mean-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5101567325284670856</id><published>2009-04-01T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:11:35.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the midst of doing the research proposal to a boss, I've decided to say:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE AND DETEST APRIL FOOL'S DAY!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank the principal for that. LOL. But its kind of like a stress relieve, so its nice to have such friends like this. Its just amazing that a principal cum a father of 2 to behave in a child-like manner. But in a way, he reminded me - When its time to be serious, be serious. When its time to play, play hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very true classical sentence. I needed that reminding. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5101567325284670856?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5101567325284670856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5101567325284670856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5101567325284670856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5101567325284670856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-midst-of-doing-research-proposal-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8791374151978292915</id><published>2009-03-31T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:02:28.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my third session of IPL - I'm saying hi to tube tops/dresses and I'm saying hello to them EVERY SINGLE DAY! While I was at it, I asked for a leg waxing session as well. Now it feels so silky and smooth, although there are still many hideous scars around them. But its hairless and really delicately smooth. Its like I have baby skin. So do get yours today! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next week is my last week of school. YAY! But boo to exams on the 20th, 21st and 23rd and after that its a whole relief from school. Gosh, I really need this break desperately. I have so many things to do with the bf/friends and not to forget - RICCO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I feel so heartbroken everytime I leave the house for work. He'll look at me with pitiful eyes and then walk to me for a pat! He likes it when my dad or M plays soccer with him. I think I pamper him too much as well. I bought toys + food that costs up to a whooping $67. But he really deserves it. He puts a smile on my face every single time. I can't hope for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he almost fought with 1 german shepherd, I got kind of scared. But thank goodness, we kept a firm grip onto him lest something bad happens. He always barks at fellow dogs and always gives us a hard time at 5am when the newspaper boy delivers newspapers at our gate. Its time to bring Ricco to visit Cash! Its either this wed/thurs or next wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even msged emma since its high time estee and I visit her at her new house. Its kinda cool to share an apartment with an air steward/stewardess. They're hardly at home, it feels like you have the whole apartment to yourself. =X I'm even bringing ricco over! At least after the rabbit which emma is looking after is not ard. I don't wan the rabbit to be ricco's dinner. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooo can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;My gf found a job! Yayness! Her first job after graduation not long ago this year. We should really come out and celebrate! HAHAHAHA! And when it is your first pay-check, you can all give us a treat. Its things like this when pple say they can't get a job, I'll say thats crap! My gf did it, so why can't them? You just got to look hard enough. In worse scenarios, where you're left with the shittiest job, take it! Lazing around the hse does not put food on the table, you're just wasting your time at home, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't complain that you're broke when you did not give it your best shot. I'm stuck in this undesirable job, but if this is what is takes to pay for my trip to the states, I'll stick to it. Money thats credited into my bank account every month means more holidays and around-the-worlds for me. Even more so, when this money pays my hon's and post graduate course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8791374151978292915?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8791374151978292915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8791374151978292915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8791374151978292915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8791374151978292915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-for-my-third-session-of-ipl-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2230871805713201971</id><published>2009-03-30T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:43:26.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder what's wrong with Ricco. He is so inactive. Although he recognises this place and us, but sometimes, in the morning he is just so lethargic, like someone sucked out the energy outta him or sth. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ydae, M came over. The parents have not seen him for a very long time. Both parents asked him about school and what nots. And seriously, deep down, I like this. I like it when both parents care for the bf as much as I do. I like it when M (despite always "bitching" with my sister) talks to my parents about global recession, about school, about soccer, about F1, almost practically anything under the sun etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when two groups of important people in my life get along very well. I'm thankful for that. Its good that my parents accepted him too. Even for emma's side when she went into my room, telling me that M's a nice and good guy blah blah, which got me quite taken aback because, close as we are, the only topic we sisters don't really talk about is - LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took ricco out for a walk and he's quite a healthy dog, cause he poo-ed like 5 times. Until after wiping him, he went out into the garden and started.... EATING GRASS! I got quite worried though, so I googled the scenario up and was told that its quite normal. Or it could be that the dog would like to purge toxins from the body. Oh man, wei wei did say that ricco likes to go onto the grass and "find herbs". I just hope thats the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the cutesy little furball to fall ill. And now that I'm at work, my mind is at home, wondering how the darling is. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;Your bf is NOT the only one with a car for crying out loud. I hate it when this pri school friend of mine always says what car her bf got and blah blah. Its not as if I take pic's of M's car and show it off. Even estee's friend who is just 19 this year drives. I see him almost every weekend coming over to pick her. And he is just 19! Almost (Not all, but still, almost) everyone is getting a license and have at least 1 car at home (Be it their mum's or their dad's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends even have TWO cars at home! So try beating that! Seriously, its not the fact that he has a car that counts, its whether he is capable or has aims and ambitions in his life! If he is just a rich spoilt brat without capability, he'll just squander his parents fortune and if this is the guy you wanna live with, then fine! But those kind of guys is NOT for me. I can't depend on a guy if he does not know how to feed a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2230871805713201971?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2230871805713201971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2230871805713201971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2230871805713201971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2230871805713201971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wonder-whats-wrong-with-ricco.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-63451340521182587</id><published>2009-03-27T09:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:26:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a friday and everyone in the office is feeling slacky/laid-back in a just-don't-feel-like-working manner. Everyone's in jeans/normal GAP or ralph lauren polo tee. I'm in slippers, denim skirt, froggy-specs and this $15 normal tee that I've purchased from bugis street. I love friday's (Dress down day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good news - RICCO'S OFFICIALLY COMING! Yes, I finally got down to msg wei wei abt us having ricco over for awhile and it turns out that they are going on a hoilday next week (I think this is their 176479589th times abroad). Its so good to be a doctor, you can take leave as and when you like, considering that they are about to go into private practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go into private practice too! But my clients will def be those rich people who do not know what to do. Pay us to listen to their problems when really, their problems are of the minimal. Those rich parents who feel that their children is at the lower range for their IQ and what nots. Its lucrative to be a child psychologist, but since you're in the private practice field, you'll have those kiasu parents who think their child is this, this and that and needs a "cure". Good money, but your experience with clients are not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side-tracking already. *Clears throats* Ricco's coming this sat! Ohmigosh. I just can't wait. M's ending his school stuff and he can meet me next wed onwards. *Double yayness* I hope its going to be a blissful 4 months of together-ness before he leaves. And yes, I can't go for my Europe trip anymore, due to school. So its more or less New York for me! *Triple yayness* I'll get a new ipod for estee from the states. I hope to go to the apple building at least and I know that M would wanna go to Wall Street. I, on the other hand, being not a fan of finance, do not mind the least of going to Wall Street. How many times do you get to go to NY?!? Gonna soak and absorb what USA have in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back ro reality - SCHOOL'S STILL A BITCH. I end everything tentatively on the 23rd of April and I can't wait for our school outing. Whole class gonna be there for buffet. No doubt coming from a private campus, I have great and enthusiastic friends. Which makes lessons from school fun-filled. Esp when your teachers tell you their experience with their clients. In some cases, you do feel sad for some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, zouk on the 4th of April. LOL. I'll just never never forget the day (Although its not here yet). My first clubbing night-out with the right company and having tons of fun. Never had that since last year?!? So I can't wait as well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, please please please please switch off all lights (except for the fridge, I suppose) tmr. Its EARTH DAY, and its time we do something worth-while and meaningful. I have a strict no driving/no having lights on/no tv policy in my house tmr. I'm all ready to read by the moonlight (Don't laugh), read out on the porch with ricco beside me and what nots. PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT GLOBAL WARMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to places with these practices - Starbucks and Coffeebean. I think MacDonalds are dimming their lights as well. So really, do something please! Your gesture is very much appreciated by me and all other environmental friendly individuals. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-63451340521182587?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/63451340521182587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=63451340521182587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/63451340521182587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/63451340521182587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-friday-and-everyone-in-office-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5421439378645678998</id><published>2009-03-26T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:41:13.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss rico soooo much, this whole entry is nothing but pictures of him. I can't wait to walk Cash as well, and I'll def put pictures of Cash up if I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I miss that darling furball already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My topless dad: He is always eating and so what Rico would do is to put his 2 front paws on the couch everytime he see's my dad with food. And my dad has a soft sport for dogs. I know this because I saw him secretly giving rico watermelons. As stated by my dad - The weather is so hot, Rico should eat more cooling stuff. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ScrwtteAlQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8_QqO3Gj_10/s1600-h/Image178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317326978154534146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ScrwtteAlQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8_QqO3Gj_10/s320/Image178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Scrwtu_v7FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZPELjZRfMGg/s1600-h/Image207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317326978564484178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/Scrwtu_v7FI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZPELjZRfMGg/s320/Image207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ScrwtiqAznI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LCJ8dIBNB0Q/s1600-h/Image205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317326975252090482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ScrwtiqAznI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LCJ8dIBNB0Q/s320/Image205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ScrwtdJP-EI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jNHceEtj0oQ/s1600-h/Image223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317326973772494914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ScrwtdJP-EI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jNHceEtj0oQ/s320/Image223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really would not be bored staring at Rico's pictures all day long. Oh man, what's my darling doing right now?!? Scampering around the garden? Looking at the table for food? Barking at the neighbour's dog/postman/newspaper boy?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope wei wei and mohan wouldn't mind putting rico here in our hse. He can scamper and mess up our garden all he wants. (But he doesn't do that, he'll just sniff the flowers and sneeze or sth) I'll bring him to the pet's cafe at thomson road again, I'll even bring him to east coast since M has the time now after finishing school for good in April. I'll buy a whole room of toys for my darling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And since I'm at it, I might as well buy toys for Cash and the 2 schnauzers. I realise that they don't have any and I've been to my neighbour's hse twice to play with the 3 dogs. I just daren't even touch the rotweiler dog. I think I'll just scream if he comes near or sth. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5421439378645678998?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5421439378645678998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5421439378645678998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5421439378645678998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5421439378645678998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-rico-soooo-much-this-whole-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/ScrwtteAlQI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8_QqO3Gj_10/s72-c/Image178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-7276785306006791962</id><published>2009-03-25T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:36:09.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still bugging the parents for Cash (as in the retriever and not wages). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to ask wei wei and mohan for permission to look after rico for perhaps 2-3 weeks. Its time this family has a bit of doggy fun and looking after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to spend more time with M after my exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sometimes hope to avoid the topic of him going to the states. Its not that I'm unhappy in him leaving, I have no qualms about him leaving as well. Its just well somewhat painful to think of him leaving, but I hope that school will tie me down, keeping me busy. Its just more emails to the bf and of course, everyone who see's me in msn will know why am I finally online. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so going to practice stats. The exam was quite okay actually. I just need more practice for me to do well. In a blink of an eye, I'm going to be done with year 2 stats for psy. And this is coming from someone who has no affinity whatsoever with figures/data/numbers. Don't even ask me to do qualitative or quantitative research for you guys. I'll just brush it of in a very rude and unwilling manner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't wait for my darling to arrive even though permission is still not sought yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling I'm getting the runs. Been detoxing myself for a few times today and this is so not a good sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally March pay is debited into my bank account. More savings! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-7276785306006791962?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7276785306006791962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=7276785306006791962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7276785306006791962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/7276785306006791962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-still-bugging-parents-for-cash-as-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-1450108214835771406</id><published>2009-03-23T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:51:23.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These two weeks are going to be busy weeks for me while M should be ending his presentations and assignments by 31st March. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait till we are free and I'll borrow Cash out so we can walk him together, not to mention that I'll be having rico over for two weeks or so. Can't wait! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's a bitch for me right now. Surviving on 3 hours sleep everyday. Its tiring to sleep at 4 in the morning and wake up 3 hours later for work. But it's just going to be hell for these 2 weeks and after that all the sacrifice is really worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this coming April would be the time for me to decide between the two continents - Either Europe or USA. I hope I'll know soon, I really really can't wait for either trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my frigging lab report already. Geez. Can the 2 weeks past by quickly?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-1450108214835771406?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1450108214835771406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=1450108214835771406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1450108214835771406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1450108214835771406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-two-weeks-are-going-to-be-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-1947382089292531262</id><published>2009-03-22T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:00:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today (Since its like 2:30am now) is really really fun! =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with the 2 babes and we went for dinner at this chinese restaurant in Vivo, and then to Cafe Delmar where all we had were fries, movenpick ice cream, apricot and cheery brandy, coffee and the more impt thing - THE SEA!! We just sat on the sand, took lots of pictures (Which is really with them, maybe they'll tag me on facebook or sth) and felt the sea breeze. Its tranquility and serenity, which makes life worth living for after stressful school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which, we went to Holland V for desserts at 2am dessert bar. Don't try the meatballs, but try the chocolate tarts. I really shall suggest to M that we must go there one fine day when we are both free, of course. It was non-stop chatting for us girls and today was nothing but eating. LOL. Chinese food + cafe delmar + 2am desserts = FAT! But I seldom do this, so I shall be fat for today. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun-filled day of course! I can't wait till 4th April now. HAHAHA! Time to meet up with my other group of friends after a long hiatus! I'm now invited to go to Frankfurt, Germany and from there we'll move perhaps to France + Switzerland and if we have the time, to England. But I can only afford ONE trip. It's either to the US or to Europe. Geez!! Why is temptation everywhere?!? I really want a European trip! My dream is finally going to be fulfilled after a whooping 23 years. Better still, if the sister can make it - She speaks German. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air tickets would cost $900++ for the Europe trip! And that's considered dirt cheap already. Oh man, and since I might be taking 2 modules next sem, I can have more time for Frankfurt!! Sighs! To Europe or the states?!? Why can't I have money for both?!? I WANNA GO TO EUROPE. Its high time I meet up with Big ben and the London bridge or even Buckingham palace! But I also wanna go to Time square, the over-rated Rockefeller centre and whatever else that Massachusetts and New York has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs! Throw a dice and tell me the answer. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-1947382089292531262?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1947382089292531262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=1947382089292531262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1947382089292531262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/1947382089292531262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-since-its-like-230am-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2253588991146127130</id><published>2009-03-21T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:09:06.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with M for dinner ydae after so so so long. Traffic jams are hell even though he drove to school. I'm getting all excited after 23rd April. Since its going to be 4 mths till he leaves, I've thought of places to spend together. Its really been such a long time since we've actually had time revolving around the 2 of us - School (The main reason), friends, work and what not's have been taking too much of our time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna plan this and that. Go to this place and that place with him. Driving along the highways with nothing to worry about (Unless assignments are due for my case, then its another story all together), plan picnics, celebrate early birthdays (If its even possible) before he leaves for Boston, MA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many places to go - The white rabbit at Dempsey, Marina south pier, this german restaurant highly recommended by Emma. Or even just slacking at home watching DVD will suffice. I hope it will be a cosy 4 months of just being together. But of course, I'll not neglect my friends. At least I hope I'll make good of my word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out later with the gf's. And going out for the whole day is something I've not done in ages. So I really can't wait! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2253588991146127130?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2253588991146127130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2253588991146127130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2253588991146127130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2253588991146127130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-out-with-m-for-dinner-ydae-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6383288409076339257</id><published>2009-03-20T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:21:35.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M's uber uber busy. Haven met him since prolly 21st Feb? Almost a month already. I can't wait till end of March for him to end his school for good. (I.e. No more smu) He just have to mug for his exams in April, slack for 4 mths till August before he leaves for America for his school/grad trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand, have exams till 23rd of April, slack for 2 weeks and then school starts in May. Sighs! Oh well, since I've decided to drop some psy modules and start on my marketing modules first, it might not be as strenous as before. I just hope the states trip for myself would really really come true, although I have everything planned out if M and I are not together anymore by December. :S Its time to think for myself, put myself first and not accomodate anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want time for myself. Its good to have "me time" once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time for getting some suggestions. My neighbour wanted to give me a golden retriever as he has 4 dogs already. The retriever's name is Cash. Its pronounced as Cash, but it could be spelt as Cash or Cashe. He is really quite a docile dog even though he is 4 years of age. But he is HUGE. Cash stands a little tad higher than my waist and when he tips his head up for treats, he would really reach my breasts. He would reach my shoulder if he puts his two front paws in a jumping like manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo tempted to give Cash a new home. But my only experience with dogs is actually with Rico. I need to know how to look after huge dogs. How many times do I need to brush his fur etc. And if he is that huge, I don't think he can actually be allowed in the house. I bet he'll break my chair and what not's. The mother would be fuming mad if Cash ruins her rosewood. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my dream dog. I long for a retriever. M told me that if I were to accept Cash as my very own dog, I cannot and no matter what give him back to his owner if I can't handle a big dog like Cash. He would really feel abandoned and uncherished. Sighs! And I really want to look after a dog like him so very badly. ): How how how?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6383288409076339257?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6383288409076339257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6383288409076339257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6383288409076339257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6383288409076339257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/ms-uber-uber-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-5880803787594079855</id><published>2009-03-16T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:40:37.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its busy busy busy weeks ahead of me. I see the rainbow only after 9th April. And that's because school has ended. I just refuse to talk/think about exams for now. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week's ahead is already planned out. School's every monday's, tuesday's and thursday's. Wednesday's are for facial and friday is meeting Derrick for the MCYS thingy. Everyone's working for the government. Maybe because its more stable. Even my mum's a civil servant. I know of people in MHA, MCYS and even the ministry of trade and finance, who is going to be my stats tution teacher. I practically pleaded emma to get her to teach me. Think she has 10 years of stats experience already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope daddy wouldn't be bringing the car for servicing on saturday. That's the day out with the girls and I wanna go somewhere nice, fun and a very very nice atmospheric environment to chill. I so need an effing break! So please please don't bring the car for servicing. *Fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven talked to M for two days now. Its not because of some cold war thingy. I don't wanna stress him out. Smu is doing a great job in adding stress to their students. So additional stress from the gf is really redundant. I just hope everything's okay on his side. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was only ydae that I realise that the quite established blog shop - Hollyhoque - is actually estee's secondary school friend. She should get estee as a partner or sth so that my younger sister would be earning big bucks. I reckon blog shops can earn alot. If 1 piece sells for $23 (which you will not get such cheap prices in town, not even far east plaza), imagine the whole loot of clothes that blog shop owners can earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the owner of hollyhoque is only 19 this year. Not even hitting the big 2 yet. Looks like its really true when people say, as long as you have the capital, you can have your own business. Its just not easy to run one. Stability is the key! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-5880803787594079855?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5880803787594079855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=5880803787594079855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5880803787594079855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/5880803787594079855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-busy-busy-busy-weeks-ahead-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2270317050628117299</id><published>2009-03-14T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:45:55.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be in school right now, shivering in my shorts, long sleeved shirt and a very comfy adidas jacket, but some things cropped up, so I'm at home typing away on my assignment since 1oam (I stopped at 11.15 to blog). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so not fun right at this moment. Assignments are hell. I'm going to finish this essay today no matter what it takes (even if this means relying on 30 mins of sleep till tmr's school). I can't afford to take leave from work, because I wanna save all of them for the december trip (I'll only take necessary days off, namely for exams. Other than that, A HUGE NO-NO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking for schools outside the Asian region already. If not, I'll just be stuck in NIE (Which doesn't sound that bad right?!?). I also can't wait for April for my darling to be here. Oh man, I hope he still remembers me and I'm so going to buy his favourite snowman toy all over again. CUTENESS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amazing thing is that Daddy has been asking about rico which got me quite taken aback. LOL. Looks like I'm not the only one who misses that cutesy little furball. I wish I have a dog to bring him out for walks right now. Awwwww... I WANT RICO SO BADLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why didn't I just say he died when wei wei and mohan came and collect him, so that rico can be mine and solely mine! :( Okay, I'm not being a sadist, but it just shows the affection between me and that darling of ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, now back to assignments. I'll just have to buy more concealer or something for now till end of 2009. Oh, and by the way, since my lasik operation has got to be put off, I'm thinking of getting transitional lens and a new pair of glasses. Its like a sunglass and spectacles all in one. If anyone knows how much transitional lens costs, please let me know. Its abit of a hassle for my side to get glasses, because my degrees are a way high and both of them are abit different, not to mention the left lazy eye. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to assignments! I'm actually starving since I woke up early and not slept yet. I hope my parents are going out to get lunch soon. I want the very delicious mince meat noodles + tao suan + wanton noodles. :S Oh, and good luck to liverpool tonight! To my bf: I'm missing you. I know you'll make up for lost time the past few weeks. Actually, if you ask me, make sure your team loses and all lost time is really made up for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heart says liverpool, but the guts says the rival team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2270317050628117299?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2270317050628117299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2270317050628117299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2270317050628117299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2270317050628117299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-should-be-in-school-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-9014224240602979357</id><published>2009-03-12T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:24:34.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone's getting a new dog. Even the famous (or infamous to some) Xiaxue got a pet dog. I've thought of one as well. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I'll treat this dog as a substitute for the beloved ricco. Oh my, I wish ricco belonged to me and no one else. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SbjTU5LLB7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/vF7NS6ePmjE/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312228116382025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SbjTU5LLB7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/vF7NS6ePmjE/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SbjTUd1dokI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gyCK9lRGpBQ/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312228109043212866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SbjTUd1dokI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gyCK9lRGpBQ/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE RICCO BABY!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks way way way way way (X10000000) cuter in real life okay. Yes, I know I am bias. But I'm still sticking to that attitude. I can never possibly imagine anyone abandoning their pets. REALLY! Although it does happen ever so often. I wonder what goes on the mind of the pets that get abandoned. Do they know that their owner hates/wanna abandon them? Do they feel unloved? Hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-9014224240602979357?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9014224240602979357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=9014224240602979357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9014224240602979357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/9014224240602979357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyones-getting-new-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TiArXDCDRNY/SbjTU5LLB7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/vF7NS6ePmjE/s72-c/Image067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-4972200398441059267</id><published>2009-03-11T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:02:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is purely for interest sake. Anyone interested in cognitive processes of the brain for thought, conscious-ness, action and control. About behavioural control and emotion regulation. Professors from NUS, NTU and SMU are actually giving talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Yang Hwajin from SMU and Dr. Steven Graham from NUS would be chairing the seminar. Mainly on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Neural bases of executive function development and cognitive emotion interactions&lt;br /&gt;2) Developmental changes in executive functioning and mathematical problem solving&lt;br /&gt;3) Cognitive development in bilingual children&lt;br /&gt;4) Executive function of development and impacts of linguistic, cultural and social environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, more relevant topics will be discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 20th March 2009, Friday 9am - 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: NIE, Blk 5, LT12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just got to register by 12 March and there are no charges for this talk whatsoever. Do ring NTU or NIE for further information yea?!? I'm still considering if I should attend. It looks like a very worthwhile seminar. But anyway, those who wanna go, do let me know. Perhaps we could go together or something, if time allows of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, When we say executive functioning, it would be the cognitive processes. Its called executive functioning because the brain itself functions like an executive in the company. Without an executive director, the company can't function properly. So without your brain, you can't function as well. So take heed. Mr. Koh must be wondering if executive functioning would mean managing directors or stuff like that. But, NO, it isn't. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-4972200398441059267?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4972200398441059267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=4972200398441059267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4972200398441059267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4972200398441059267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-purely-for-interest-sake.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8296797773790288153</id><published>2009-03-10T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:37:22.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At last, a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help when school is tying me down - All the research proposals, all the disorders, all the SPSS shit (Sorry, I'm that anal about SPSS), all the dehumanisation, prejudices, racists analysis that we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help that the bf is busy - I'm NOT blaming him, I really know what its like to be busy. I bet he is in a more dire state than me. Take my stress multiply it by 1000, that's M's stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't help when friends blame me for rejecting them, for having no time for them, for this and for that. Esp when my best friend is down at this point of time and I feel that I'm a useless friend towards her. Except that I parked myself into msn until wee hours hoping that perhaps she'll be online and we can talk. Like girly talks, chats, emo-ing, things that girls do best. And I'm NOT blaming you dear, if you read this, I didn't inform you that I'll be online. So totally not to blame. I'm not offended, I'm not mad nor angry nor pissed. You were NOT in the know that I'm on msn. So no worries. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its insane. Until best friend msged me after a long hiatus. And I felt happy. Its because little things like this, she msged me. And I felt that if you need to share news, even the littlest news, it means you thought of me when you're down. I hope you will share your inner most thoughts and feelings with me soon. (Not inner inner most thoughts. There are things you can choose to say, things you don't wanna say, that's fine). I also do hope you're okay for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time for the wound to heal. Let's have a wager, I took 365 - 380 days to heal. If you managed to take less days than that, I'll buy you fine dinner. Like chicken rice at top of the M or something. Chicken rice that costs $12 a plate okay. And I kid you not! =X Shuyu and ariel included. LOL. I've never met you guys in a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. If you guys know anyone working for MCYS. Please please let me know. Esp people in the parental/marriage/children section. :S Oh and Felicia! LOL. I kept commenting on your blog. But you and weiqiang (I hope I got his name right) got to be strong and firm. Which I think is not a problem since communications are there. Takes this to maintain a relationship. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8296797773790288153?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8296797773790288153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8296797773790288153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8296797773790288153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8296797773790288153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-last-smile-on-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6682600293578102229</id><published>2009-03-07T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:19:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;div&gt;I love you as a friend, as a confidante and as someone-who-can-be-there for me. This could be by far, the lowest point in your life whereby nothing is achievable, nothing is worth living (Perhaps you might feel this way) and nothing can make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been through worse times before. I kept myself at home, refusing to go out. I didn't have any appetite, resulting in my sunken cheeks and weight loss. I couldn't get to sleep, I spent my days wondering why does shit have to happen to me and not someone else (Yes, perhaps it's selfish to have such thoughts). I've drunk like I've forgotten how alcohol tasted like. I kept to myself because I thought that it's not nice to trouble people and friends with my problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then, my bed was my only best friend. All I can think of is nothing but sleep. Because I know that its the only way I can be undisturbed. That was me, 4 to 5 years ago. Until I started work and things change. Being exposed to stuff, and when I saw other younger people around me, I changed. I saw them as the childish me back then. That very familiar behaviour, that very familiar childish thinking. I was like "So this was how I was 4-5 years ago."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I can't live like this anymore. Its time to study harder, its time to work harder. And after getting my heart broken for a couple of times, I knew one thing was sure - My life is not revolved around one guy and one guy only. Putting your heart and soul into a relationship, may not be the best thing afterall. I mean, let's look at the results. If I put my heart and soul into a r/s, can I be guaranteed that this guy is THE ONE. But if I put my heart and soul into school, I can be absolutely guaranteed that I'll get excellent results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you put your heart and soul into work? Or doing everything you can by sending resumes and having the "never never never give up" spirit? You'll land yourself in a good job, or if you wouldn't mind being an intern just for experience sake, you'll land yourself in a better job in future. True? I hope you wouldn't have the life I have back then. There's more things to life. I'll travel, come back and work, save up money and travel again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in our early twenties, we should start planning, right? Go shopping, on a retail therapy (This is something I might do, as I've not spent money for 1 and a half months now) and just be happy. There are other ways to find happiness. And when I mean happiness, I meant genuine happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said when you watched bride wars it reminded you of me. Truth be told, I've never watched the movie and I know finding M to catch it with me would be almost impossible, I just got to find the right company. But judging by its name we know that its 2 brides who, I suppose fight and bicker over their marriage ceremony. Like bride A would insist of having this cake and whatever else. But ultimately, we know that at the end of the day, these 2 brides would make up and be the bestest friends all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I hope this is the kind of friendship you and I have. Seeing you like this, hurts me alot. You don't need to club every single week just to find happiness. Having said this, if doing so makes you happy, I'll have nothing more to say. I just wish you don't succumb yourself into such a state. I've been through stuff before, I know what's it like. Back then, I want to be loved, I want to feel loved. I thought that no other guy would look me in the eye already or worse still, what if the ex is going to find his one true love and I'm still stuck being the single me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I learnt that there are many kinds of love. I've never gave up on being there for M, for you, for all my friends. Its also when I learnt that even by landing myself in such a plight is NOT even helping me in the least. The most crucial part of the lesson, if I don't love myself, no-one will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you see this and know that I'm here, even if I can't be there for you 24/7, I don't want you to shut yourself up. Its NOT a trouble for you to tell people/friends your troubles. I'm sure you knew me back then, when you keep complaining that I'm so secretive and what nots right?Like am I with this guy, or does this guy like me. That kinda stuff. That's how I feel about you right now. I want you to know that I'm the kind of person who you can say anything and everything to, which I told you many a time before, and I'm telling this to you right now. I want to help you. You just got to let me help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6682600293578102229?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6682600293578102229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6682600293578102229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6682600293578102229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6682600293578102229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-you-i-love-you-as-friend-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-8231501980403574869</id><published>2009-03-06T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:20:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss rico sooooooo much, I have this impulse to drive down to gerrard drive and kidnap/snatch/bring that cutesy little furball home. Oh man, I'll always look at my neighbour's dog and then deep inside, its nothing but chronic emptiness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really! And when I read blogs about people getting a puppy, I realise that I don't want a new dog even though we have the means to get one straight away, I just want rico! I want him to be in my life all over again. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, now it sounds as though I'm under-going a very very bad break up. :S But it's along the same lines. Something/someone is planted into your life, and then at the end of the day, you found out that the something or someone is just not supposed to be there. Do you blame God for putting them into your life only to make you feel hurt? Or do you thank him because at least you know what's it like to be loved and reciprocate the love back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God because at least I shared my part of affection to rico. I love him, I cared for him, I brought him out for walks, I spend most of my weekends with him and his favourite toy of all - This snowman that wei wei and mohan got for him last christmas - And everyone do really need a bit of love isn't it?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I'm gonna ask jl to accompany me down to her bf's hse and I'll ask if I can have rico back home for awhile. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love M! *Beams* We had a stupid fight ydae over the phone and after slamming the phone down on both of us, I realise how childish this fight is. I do not want to have these childish fights with him anymore, although I know fights are inevitable. I want to tell him my dreams, I want to go to my favourite-est countries with him (I find him a more european traveller than asian traveller), I want him to tell me his hopes and ambitions (I just feel that besides him hoping to be a trader, I feel there's def a little bit more than that to life and I think he knows that as well) and most importantly, I want him to know I'm here supporting him, for now as long as we are together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. What if someone close to you acted against your values, principles and belief's. What will you do? M gave me advise on this, but its so hard. So hard to fulfill, so hard to bring myself in doing it. I cried ydae, not because of M, but for a close friend of mine, who perhaps died in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the ultimately biggest bear hug from M!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-8231501980403574869?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8231501980403574869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=8231501980403574869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8231501980403574869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/8231501980403574869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-rico-sooooooo-much-i-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-6925622763514435624</id><published>2009-03-04T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:10:31.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As harsh and cruel as this sentence might sound:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sacrifice, No victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would definitely sound familiar to all transformer's fans. I got it from the movie. And it makes perfecto sense to me! So I hope people can understand what I'm trying to say. THINK DEEP, once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tmr's presentation day. Oh my goodness! Anyway, I had to let ariel down for rejecting her offer to head to Thailand. I hope we can go somewhere next year. I'm sacrificing every trip I have/every leave I can take just for one huge trip this december. This has better be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bugging emma to study together with me after I get my degree. If only snu can really reply my email already. And don't ask me how to type in Korean. I have absolutely no idea. :S Not even 0.000001% inkling okay. Geez! I've checked that uni out, they have anthropology and psy. So double yayness. Until, I keep thinking. What if they accept her cert and not mine? Afterall, she really is from nus. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever, I'm still gonna try. Oh, and IR is starting to recruit people to work for them. So whoever's into tourism - PLEASE SEND YOUR RESUME NOW! When it comes to your career, you might wanna get your place first before others. Or those who is going to graduate soon. Btw, 2 Singaporeans got picked among 50 candidates for the best job in the world - The great barrier reef job - Where you're paid USD$100,000 for 6 mths to just show the tourist around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like the sentence "Money doesn't come easy" doesn't apply to these 2 people. But good luck to them. And of course, I hope that all's well for the ntu lecturer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-6925622763514435624?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6925622763514435624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=6925622763514435624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6925622763514435624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/6925622763514435624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-harsh-and-cruel-as-this-sentence.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-2806048941199202273</id><published>2009-03-03T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:33:21.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since Emma's here at home (Yay!). We had our usual sisterly chats and so I was looking at some of her books and found this phrase which sooo fits me right now:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Die beste bildung findet ein gescheiter Mensch auf Reisen - J.W. von Goethe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Translated from German to English:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best education for a clever person is found in travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can relate to this. M usually asks me why am I always asking him about finance stuff, how the bank(s) works, what does trader and broker does etc.. And no, I'm not following the trend of thinking of pursuing a degree in finance. I even know some accounting stuff through my friend who is enrolling into ACCA soon. But I wanna learn more. What's life without learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to learn things in Singapore anymore. I wanna learn more stuff outside this Singaporean context. I wanna be exposed to the different education systems, the different culture, the different histories of a certain place. I wanna be in let's say Paris, and not just looking at the eiffel tower in awe, but contemplate on questions like "What drives the architect in building this tower? The motivation behind every steel and iron that constructed this famous sculpture in the 19th century." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna ask questions and get answers. I wanna share my knowledge with people. I don't want to be the girl who only knows how to doll up and attract guys for that matter. I wanna learn. I want to be in any country soaking up at the atmosphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, I wanna progress. I want to do something different.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-2806048941199202273?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2806048941199202273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=2806048941199202273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2806048941199202273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/2806048941199202273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/since-emmas-here-at-home-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3258002858724144587</id><published>2009-03-02T09:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:14:10.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard from colleagues that exchange rates for Europe dropped tremendously. Like its just 2 euros for 1SGD. OMG! WHO WANNA GO EUROPE?!? The best thing is - The exchange rate for usa is also dropping. I hope that it continues this year so that I'll have enough money to bring with me in December!! I really really hope that my trip to new york cum massachusetts comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO TO THE STATES WITH M!! I wanna welcome 2010 in the states and NOT in Singapore!! =) Which means, my lasik trip has to be postponed till next year, but heck this, when you can go to america. Ooooh boy, I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to those who wondered how I broke the norm. I didn't do this on Monday, I did it ydae actually. The idea came to me when I was just lying down and I've decided to treat my house like a hotel. So I treated my parents like the landlord. Like I'll ask them for lunch and dinner. I'll ask them to sweep my room and.... THROW THE RUBBISH AWAY! And to fix the leak that comes in when it pours like donkeys and camels. I know I know, unfillial. But its all for my task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guys should see how my parents felt. My mum kept nagging that in the past, she wouldn't dare ask my grandma to do and etc.. I did that to Emma since she is moving into her new house and decided to come back for awhile and of course, she just gave me the "whatever" look. LOL. Oh man, go and try it for awhile you guys. Break a norm, it can be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can't wait to visit emma's new house. One of her flatmate is this guy who is an air steward and has a whole lot of pictures everywhere around the world. You name the country, he has been in it. I really really sooo badly wanna see the pictures he has taken. I wanna see Cambodia, I wanna see korea, I wanna see budapest, I wanna see greece. And if given a choice, I wanna see north and south pole. I bet pictures of the glaciers are soo darn B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited at 4.08pm:&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from a very very good friend of mine. This babe who at least comforted me through this year (And its only March). I'm proud of you that you're a more independent and most importantly, a more mature person. Yes, I've seen this in you and in you taking this step is something I bet all my assets on that you'll never ever do 3 years ago. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad for your single life and I know you have more important stuff to do. Trust me, if I were you, I'll save up all my penny and bring myself to australia and study. Its better to stay overseas than in sunny singapore for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its time to talk to Janelle about Korea tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3258002858724144587?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3258002858724144587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3258002858724144587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3258002858724144587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3258002858724144587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-heard-from-colleagues-that-exchange.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-3880121372108960326</id><published>2009-02-27T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:55:11.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next week's my presentation. Sheeeesh! I hate hate hate hate presentations. I think I have slight social phobia. Oh well, best to get it over and done with. I hate things done unfinished nowadays or done in a haphazard manner. You either put your best effort, or don't do this at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M waited for me to end school on thursday and we had dinner. Nice of him as I didn't expect this at all. I just got a msg that says he'll wait for me in smu and he'll spend the time in the library studying while waiting for 10pm. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have other things to worry about. Perhaps it's best to get a teacher's opinion. You see, its common knowledge that the requirement(s) to be a psychologist would def be to do their masters and get their thesis done before you can be a full fledge psychologist. I know of this guy who studied in NUS, got his honours from there and then he went to usa to get his masters done. Most of my professors are educated abroad. Then, what are the chances of me being a psychologist if I were to be educated in Sg? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I do know of 1 teacher who got his masters in applied psychology in NIE. And yes, he is now a practicing psychologist. Maybe a masters in Singapore would suffice for now. But what about 5 years down the road, or even 10? When students are going abroad to further their studies, how "sufficient" is my masters when the norm of psychology students are not being educated in Singapore. To add to this point, we know that this field, sadly enough, is not a really developed discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When people "fall sick", they'll prolly see a doctor first, and if even doctors can't help, perhaps due to psychological problems, only then they will be referred to a psychologist. The norm for singaporeans would be to always head to the doctor and rely on medicine first. But fine, I'm side tracking already. The point now, is to find out if its best to get a masters overseas or do it right here, in singapore. Will I be at the losing end, if I stay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people would say that I'm thinking too much, or planning way way ahead. But one thing I know is, if I don't plan for myself, no-one is going to do that for me. M's not going to sit down, take out a piece of paper and write down the steps to be a psychologist, my parents would not even know the real deal of a psychologist (Okay, my mum would. She works in a hospital and there are def psychiatric wards in hospitals), my older sister is already planning her masters and its totally impossible for me to talk to estee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to reality. I've decided to dress up like a boy on Monday when I go to work and school. The people in my company are quite properly dress so I reckon that this counts as breaking a norm right?!? LOL! At least its less embarrassing than to wear my bra outside instead of inside. =X Wish me luck in receiving all the stares/criticisms and what nots on Monday. This is how stereotypes, prejudices and first impressions arises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-3880121372108960326?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3880121372108960326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=3880121372108960326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3880121372108960326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/3880121372108960326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/next-weeks-my-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-18024762870360078</id><published>2009-02-25T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:43:49.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As cliche as this phrase may sound, its still totally true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easier something/someone comes into your hands, the least humans would treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder over this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edited at 11:30pm:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sick of doing assignments, so I'm here to de-stress and of course seek suggestions in my upcoming task for social psy. This is sooo darn interesting. We're required to break a norm! Yes, which means to do things out of the so called "ordinary". You know, like wearing your shirt inside out, walk backwards for 1 hour in town, or eat noodles with a knife, that kinda stuff. Jake suggested eating lunch with your goggles. But oh my, imagine the sight!! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously am at a loss of what to do. Should I simply wear my shirt inside out to work? Or do something insanely abnormal. Haaa. And we're required to write down the reactions of passerby's and any responses that we receive from them. Suggestions anyone?!? I'll seriously laugh out sooo loud if I see Jake wearing goggles for lunch in the food court. *Beams*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I miss my menopause musical. Boo to school and assignments! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-18024762870360078?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/18024762870360078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=18024762870360078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/18024762870360078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/18024762870360078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-cliche-as-this-phrase-may-sound-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915222.post-4001554006707242541</id><published>2009-02-22T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:16:48.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a day spent with M at orchard. Its been ages since I went to town on a Sunday and it was so so so crowded. Geez. Never ask me out to town on a Sunday unless its an emergency or something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We caught Valkyrie and I love it so so so so so so much!! For me, this movie is way way much better than Dark Knight! Sighs! I wish I'm in Berlin soaking up the events in 1944. Its interesting to study why did people wanna assassinate hitler, what is the force/reason that drive adolf hitler to be such a dictator, why does a certain group of people feel obliged to swear allegiance to a leader even though he is wrong (If you guys have any knowledge about obedience theory, that's when Milgram's study in 1967 comes in). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enough about my interest. I know its not a common interest that everyone has. In fact, for most of the population, this has got to be the "nerdiest" interest a girl can ever have. Anyway, for those who do not know, M is going to the states. Its confirm! That boy is going to Massachusetts. The good part - He has asked me to go over after his exams and spend the christmas over there. I've always hoped for a white christmas, and this year, I'm sooo getting one. Even if I have to put up in a small inn, with unbearable weather, I'm bringing myself onto a 26 hour journey to USA!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm saving up every penny I have. No more eating expensive food, no more buying high-end products, no more taxi journeys. If this is what it takes to go to USA and to pay for my education overseas, Evette is sacrificing everything she has to make her dreams come true. If people were to ask why I'm putting myself in such a plight, I'll say - Suffer now, enjoy later. I'll definitely enjoy myself in the states! So yes, no regrets! And if I manage to get a masters overseas, I'll reap my results in landing me a good job with good pay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this in mind, what's a few years of "suffering" compared to having a good and comfy life in the future, TRUE?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the present, its time to finish off that assignment! And I still can't get enough of Valkyrie. I have an inkling why Germany is called Deutschland already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915222-4001554006707242541?l=bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4001554006707242541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915222&amp;postID=4001554006707242541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4001554006707242541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915222/posts/default/4001554006707242541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubble-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-day-spent-with-m-at-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>Evette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660445370636029199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
