<?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-10187445</id><updated>2011-12-16T01:01:03.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puckers for the Sweethearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>425</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1949384282645188717</id><published>2011-12-16T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:01:03.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lovely! I have read about Twelve Cupcakes and 8 Days rated the cupcakes pretty high, I thought they were just being kind to the celebrities in a show of support. Not true! The cupcakes are really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got cupcakes from Kevin, and boy I want to get more! It's delicious and the chocolate is rich! Yummeh! I am thinking, this should make good Christmas gifts. For real! :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, thank you Kev, now I feel bad for always poking fun at you. :( But... can I have more cupcakes!? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twelvecupcakes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/twelvecupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I will treat myself better in 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another sidenote, there's not a single day I don't miss my sister. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1949384282645188717?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1949384282645188717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1949384282645188717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/12/twelve-cupcakes.html' title='Twelve Cupcakes'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8945657474221121672</id><published>2011-12-14T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T01:31:13.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God bless the people still reading this blog! I never ever keep my promises! Hahhaha I believed I would to be more free after my exams were over, however I just keep finding more and more plans to occupy myself, and no, I'm not any less busy than I was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I will get to catch up with ex colleagues from Parkway and PCS, and Christmas is always a good time to do so! In fact, I am meeting both groups this week! Excited max. :D I am very blessed to have such wonderful colleagues and really, it's amazing that 4 years down the road, we are still meeting up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although truth to be told, I didn't have much of a good time in PCS, thanks to the "bang tables" culture and the perverse nature of the guys there, what I found endearing during my time there was this bunch of "hipper" people who loved gossiping about the Company Bitch (CB in short)! And I must admit I enjoyed pitting myself against her, what with the looks, the lifestyle and I remember CB will always strut past my desk in new dresses and handbags. Not to be outdone, I would get myself spanking new 6" shoes and carry my beloved handbags in a fashion that she'd notice! When it comes to clothes, how can she ever beat me to it? She has not seen my dress mountain! Wahahaha GIRLS! You'd never understand. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was this time she drove a Mercz with an old carplate no, and lied through her teeth that the car was brand new. (Now, the CB really loved flaunting her "wealth", and she has this impression her hubby is loaded or something, I definitely did not and still do not agree!) Maybe she didn't do her research or maybe I'm just good with cars (you didn't know that right!) but Mercz had just rolled out the new E Class, which makes hers an old model. So I took the chance to shame her, and I tore down her wall of lies. But she didn't stop at that. The next time she drove that same Mercz (and she changed the car no plate), she actually told everyone her family had 2 Mercz. Oh really?? In the same colour, and that same model?? *Rolls eyes* This is just one of her antics, seriously, I could write a book about her! I don't even want to mention her flighty character. Maybe my colleagues will bitch more about her when we meet next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos of the PCS people! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=131211CQ_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/131211CQ_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is really love! It's Shunjuu at 30 Robertson Quay and it serves very good sumiyaki! I used to go pretty often, and have brought several friends there, however of late I haven't had the craving..&amp;nbsp; I'm going back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=131211CQ_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/131211CQ_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=131211CQ_4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/131211CQ_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTV soon, you guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks for reading, you love! More posts soon, HUAT AH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8945657474221121672?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8945657474221121672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8945657474221121672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/12/god-bless-people-still-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4138316896561121111</id><published>2011-11-09T10:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:49:14.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Some things happen for a reason. I don't think it can happen too many times that when I mean well, the other party thinks I'm trying to sabotage her or hope she doesn't do well. And what's my agenda for pretending to be happy for you about your new found job? Cmon don't be naive, as if you are going to be the one who's paying for the stuff you bring home for me? And you don't think those didn't need money, you make it sound as though I would be troubling you very often? How often would I be asking anyway, maybe once, twice? And seriously I've my ways when it comes to getting stuff from overseas. About my friend who dare not leave because she can't get the same paying job? I didn't lie about that, I asked again and she said it's true. And all the more I didn't say that to put you down. You wanted to know my opinions, I told you I didn't agree about you leaving school since it's only one month to graduation and I told you what my friend shared to sound you out, is that so bad? Or is it your pride and over-sensitivity that cannot take it? And haven't I said that it's your decision, you go and pursue what you want. I don't know how that equates to looking down on you. I think you really think too much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are your biggest enemy and there is so much for you to prove to yourself that you can do better than others, you can have better, you want better. You think I don't understand? I understand! I've been there, done that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when have I left you in the lurch when you need the help? Have I complained to others about you? It's all in your head because you think I'm reluctant based on one issue. And I will say it again, I don't like others forcing on me to help when I did not agree to. I did not agree readily and told her I will help if I can. Honesty is not hypocritical. How is my lifestyle very different from yours? I made myself sound pitiful? That was nothing but the truth, why don't you ask Juve where the money came from and from what means I got it? Fact is, you just cannot handle the truth when I tell you as such. If you're negative, then everything I say you perceive it to be negative what. I'm upfront and I speak my mind when I'm not happy about something you did. I tell you what I think, and not keep it in my heart about what I think about you. But you don't like that. You feel I talk shit about you, and put you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you who is petty and can't let go. You want to keep harping on my past and judge me, then you will never see anything good in what I do. Don't tell me that's not true, you know what I'm talking about. You already look at me through tinted glasses and this is not the first time you make remarks of who you think I am. Nobody thinks they meant harm in what they say, myself included. Don't you think some of the things you do are extreme and beyond reason? You just want to do things your way and you don't spare a thought for others when you do it. And don't cast the first stone at me when I know that you'd would have done exactly the same on FB, especially after what you smsed me. Isn't that what you wanted anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me to know that you feel I've not been sincere or that I've an agenda for things that I've done for you. When I ran all the way to Katong to pick you up immediately after your calls, when I got others to come with me to pack up your stuff, how when you called over the years and tell me that you loved me and am glad I'm always around for you (were you lying when you told me all those?), when I offered to put you up without qualms, when I supported you through your bad times at work and relationships, when I never said no to meeting your needs - tell me what is my agenda for doing all that? Who doesn't say things when they are angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you want nothing to do with me now, it's your call, you made the decision. I merely went along with what you want. But I won't say I'll prove to you wrong and make you swallow back everything you said like you did. Okay you prove what you want to prove, it will not make me upset or angry that you are doing well, and I know I'd be proud and happy, there's no reason for me to feel otherwise. I'm not spiteful to the people I love. Your trashing things out is not resolving the issue. It's pulling the plug. I'm not stopping you neither do I want to do anything about it as I don't feel this is my issue. I'm not saying it's your issue either but I'm just going to take it as a petty squabble between sisters. When the time comes and you're ready to talk, my door is always open. And whether you like it or not, or feel that I'm pretending, I stand by what I say. Your walking out doesn't mean I have to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not shut the door. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4138316896561121111?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4138316896561121111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4138316896561121111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-things-happen-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5460978515361032608</id><published>2011-10-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:23:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangri La The Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I hate blogger's new layout, but then again, I resist almost anything new.. Maybe I'm getting old but if technology moves too fast, I really have trouble catching up! Here's a confession: I'm not yet onto smartphones like BB and iPhone! Haha Slowpoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are round the corner, (like, again right??) and this time, I'm going to start studying early! I wanna ace every subject. Last sem was disappointing as I got complacent. After the straight As in my first year, I thought every paper would be too simple! Haha I was too cocky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the year I had a first at Shangri La's The Line. I thought it was good, but still, second to Basilico. At least the spread is really international, unlike some crappy overhyped buffet places like Changi Village's Salt Water Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the day where they had the Seafood theme, so I was really enjoying the scallops, mussels, oysters, king crabs, sashimi and what not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=261011line1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/261011line1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=261011theline4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/261011theline4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked was also the ambience, I am a sucker for poolside ambient, the water has this calming effect and maybe it's psychological, but when I'm calm, food inevitably taste better! I really love food despite my petite frame and really, I can eat anything! I love dinner dates and if you have a lovely place to recommend me, please, get me out on a date! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepavali friends!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5460978515361032608?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5460978515361032608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5460978515361032608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/10/shangri-la-line.html' title='Shangri La The Line'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2294181836755829827</id><published>2011-10-01T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:20:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heels and Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It all started with some foot pain, and then the pain traveled upwards to the knees, with aches and slight pain every time I bend my knee or stand in those beautiful 5 - 6" killer heels, and then it went up again to my lower back. My spine hurts pretty much that it took me half an hour oF shifting about in bed to find an awkward but more comfortable position to fall asleep in. This morning while I'm here sitting on the chair with a cushion&amp;nbsp; supporting my back, even looking down at my chest induces pain to my back... :( And yes, I can't help but admit that all this is a result of me wearing high heels almost daily and I start on my first heels way back in my teenage years.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will I give up on my high heels? I really can't imagine life without them.. and as I always tell myself every time I contemplate buying a new pair, "Style over Comfort". And now I'm paying for that mantra. So I'm currently on this short term remedy alternating between my keelers (killer heels) and flatties and man, I can't help but feel the outfit's not complete or perfect without my keelers! Like many shoe aficionados out there, I feel confident in my high heels, so much so I walk better, greet people better, and couldn't help but feel sexier in them, I thought they not only help with my posture, they also give my buttocks a nice perk and my legs look more defined too. I would sleep in high heels if I had to. If anything, keelers is the best invention followed by the push up bra. Some genius made the world a better place to live in with high heels!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I also thought that I would wear keelers even when I'm preggers, just like the way classy Mrs Beckhams does it! And the man I marry must not interfere with such decisions, even if he has to stay buried under my shoes! So in 10 months, I've amassed 10 pairs, which means a pair a month, and over the years the stilettos got taller, from 3" to 4" and now, 6". &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;I created an album on FB, showing off my collection and I love it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Well, all I can say is that I don't want to have to retire on them before getting my first pair of Louboutins. This is not happening!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I doubt the short-term remedy is working anyway, for as soon as I forsake the flatties thinking that all is well, the pain comes back again.. it's recurring.. Oh no... somehow being young, I can't help but see this in a very superficial way. I'm actually more concerned of how I'm going to cope without my shoes than how this is affecting my body and health. I've read that wearing high heels for long term can wreck alot of havoc as it alters the spinal position,&amp;nbsp; persist nerve pain, and the altered posture may cause knee osteoarthritis, a painful, degenerative joint disease.Other than these, there're also common symptoms like bunion or hammertoes, which thankfully, I do not have!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there is this article I extracted from another article from Asia One which I thought to be a really good one; authored by British writer A. A. Gill, who gave his honest thoughts on stilettos. In his words, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Like women themselves, a contradiction. On one foot, they're symbols of authority, intimidation, emancipation and sexual domination. They give height and form and a skillful dexterity. On the other foot, they're a self-inflicted Western version of Chinese foot-binding, a painful mutilation. They hobble women, making running impossible.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'The position of the foot tilts the pelvis, accentuates the buttocks, raises the organs of sex to the height of a male groin. They make women available objects. Just as instantly as the stilettos became a fashion classic, it also became a pornographic one, dribbled over and fetishised. Like pornography, the stilettos can boast being one of the few symbols of both feminist equality and sexual exploitation.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's another reason women love high heels: they equate youth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Old women don't wear heels. They've reached a stage where safety and comfort are more important than style and striking a pose. They no longer wear heels because they no longer need - or want, or will get, in any case - a second look from anyone, men or women.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A study in Britain found that the height of a woman's heels varies throughout her life. In her 20s, she favours high heels. When she starts a family, heel height drops. In her late 30s and mid-40s when her career hits its peak, heels start to inch higher. Then when she moves into her late 40s and 50s, it drops again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The study by department store Debenhams found that on average, a woman will give up her heels by the time she's 63. She then settles for inch-high footwear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Deciding to put away their high heels for the last time can have the same psychological impact upon women that retiring from work has upon men,' a spokesman for Debenhams told Britain's the Daily Mail in a story in February.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'It's an all too public admission that they are getting older, and so naturally many women want to postpone this evil day for as long as possible... It's a climb down which can cause a lot of heartache.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Damn good article! Very apt. If like what he says, stilettos equate to youth, I cannot and must not trade in my keelers for old-fashioned comfy Scholls, or less than pretty Fit Flops or Crocs. To top it off, shoe giants don't make gorgeous to-die-for flatties anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Maybe someone should show me the door to rehab. Isn't that kind of brilliant, to offer help to shoe druggies like myself to re-hab, re-condition and re-educate?&amp;nbsp; I would probably resist and sing like the late Amy Winehouse, "they try to make me go to rehab, I say NO, NO, NO!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2294181836755829827?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2294181836755829827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2294181836755829827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/10/high-heels-and-pain.html' title='High Heels and Pain'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3823486428789229827</id><published>2011-09-06T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T10:46:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Helloooo... It's been one month, and I think I've been more active at FB.. I do miss blogging but there is really not much I can do with the updates here especially when I've a madhouse schedule.. My inventory for Mori Vie is also a total mess.. I need to find time to update that mini warehouse back home (I converted my storeroom!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have alot of appreciation for the boy who never smiles lately.. He faithfully sends me to work every morning and even if I offered to take the bus, he would insist on driving me there as he reasoned I slept late the night before. And this is even if I report to work at the spa studios, that means him spending close to $10 on ERP.*Awww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night I slept at 6am, and woke up at 8am to prepare for work, crazy? I know. The school assignments drive me mad but the system to upload the assignments drives me very mad! That Blackboard system the school uses is a real pain in the ass! But this is another story for another time. So he sent me to work, and the whole day I was a walking zombie and off-work I really didn't want to go back on my own.. actually besides that I'm really tired, I bought new shoes and didn't want to walk in them.. so I thought, let's call the boy who never smiles and tell him I'm exhausted. I didn't have too much hopes he would come as he would say I'm really troublesome! Well, he didn't complain and came all the way to take me home! And he made his way to a bubbletea shop because that's routine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did I mention he helps me do my assignments too? If I asked, he would spend the afternoons working on it and he will remember to check with me what kind of grades I got for them. Lol.Anyway, I'll be back. I hope to be able to blog daily but that is still an unachievable task, maybe for another year. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3823486428789229827?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3823486428789229827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3823486428789229827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/09/helloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-7148676642360483804</id><published>2011-08-07T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:28:01.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanical Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back from Manila, and as always, very very busy, making money, schooling and having fun, and with social medias like FB and the iPad to keep me VERY entertained, I don't miss blogging very much. And who reads this space anyway now? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a space I always come back to when I feel like I want to document certain episodes of my life. I had a long day. I was out since yesterday and went for a Maybelline event, after which we hopped to Filter for some club fix. And well, it really turned out to be one REALLY LONG NIGHT. And now I know the horror of taking care of a passed-out drunk. And it really makes me appreciate the people who are always on the lookout for me to make sure I don't exceed my liquor limit. I know it when I get really high, hard for anyone to handle me. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I won't put off the idea with partying with the same people, it was alot of fun before the night spiraled downhill, isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through old albums and I miss my girlfriends much. We love setting up themes for our outings and I think the more successful ones were at Night Safari and Botanical Gardens. For the latter event, we were supposed to be dressed in green, and someone even gamely suggested Hermit the Frog! We went with food prepared lovingly at home, and had a picnic! I even tried Stepford Wives hairstyle, quite appropriate doncha think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=botanic1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/botanic1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=botanic2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/botanic2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=botanic3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/botanic3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting them really soon I know, and not forgetting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! I don't know how people can get so unappreciative about our government, and I just think Singaporeans in general are too pampered, we want to complain about farkin everything! Have you even been abroad to other major cities that pale in comparison to what we have? Say for example, even 4 storey HDB flats here have lifts! Abroad, people CLIMB 15 floors to get to their doorstep! It's a thankless job, really. Tsk Tsk.     &lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-7148676642360483804?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7148676642360483804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7148676642360483804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/08/botanical-gardens.html' title='Botanical Gardens'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5430480154741231718</id><published>2011-07-04T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:01:47.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Third day in the Philippines, and I am loving it now! I'm still not quite used to the fact that they don't take vegetables here, in fact, none of my meals have vegetables in them. :( I love my veg.. Have I mentioned how hospital the Pinoys are? They are a lovely bunch, they make me feel so at home. Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I traveled up to Batangas, and we had a short-stopover at Tagaytay, the place is awesome. I've always been a scenic person, so naturally I fell in love with the volcanoes, and I saw how low the clouds were, they perched above the mountain tops! We were driving down the treacherous bends and what I saw, I can never experience them at home, that's why I so love it here. There is an obvious contrast of the well-to-do and the poor here. The countryside life is lovely, the houses built were so English/European, and the lands resembled so much like Europe, with the horses, the cows, the plains and the castle! Yes, castle! I later found out that the castle is part of Fantasy World, an amusement park that is now deserted I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it is quite different with the poor, they live in shacks and it's somewhat nostalgic to me. Have I been here before? The children playing in the dusty streets, the street cables, all seem very familiar. Anyhow, I love the Jeepneys, they are terribly cute and the people give their Jeepney names! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my second day in Manila, and I think during meal time is quite a headache. I really want to try some authentic Philippines fare here, explore the streets abit, and... GET A BUBBLE TEA! I'm having a BBT withdrawal syndrome, more like a meltdown. And I was so driven to look for one that I went to google for Bubble tea in Manila. And I realise I was so wrong that there is no BBT here! In fact, they have brands we have like Chatime and Happy Lemon! Wooo hoooo! My days here will never be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My geographic location reads Manila, and I'm going to be camped out here for a week.. so far it's work work and work, but tomorrow I swear I'm going to hit the malls! I can't deny they serve up some really good Korean fare here. I'm surprised the food is expensive! My lunch bento cost me $8 while a bowl of Seafood Ramyeon from the Korean eatery was $7.65, they're much more expensive than SG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I stay, it's like a little Korean town here, the whole stretch of street is littered with Korean mini-marts, Korean restaurants, Korean snacks. I'll update with pictures when I have my photos uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm in foreign territory, I just have to get something off my chest about the taxi uncle back at home. The sucker wants to claim $10K in medical fees. $10K!?? Isn't it a bit much for someone who walked out of the cab SMILING? And if your passenger isn't claiming, then why should you be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who never smiles says that he wants so badly to call the guy and ask "Uncle! You wanna claim $10K!? Your injury so serious? Then when are you going to die?" HAHAHA I LIKE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another reason to add on to my list on why I hate taxi drivers. I've enough material for a book. Ahhhh why do we even allow scum to breed in our society...!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5430480154741231718?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5430480154741231718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5430480154741231718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/07/manila.html' title='Manila'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2612224519336045204</id><published>2011-06-27T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:00:45.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I went out to get myself an alarm clock for my new home and the boy who never smiles says I should get one that has radio functions. I told him that I don't need such, a simple alarm clock that works just as it should, is perfect with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm an easily contented person.&lt;br /&gt;TBWNS: If you're an easily contented person, why do you need so many shoes?&lt;br /&gt;Me: How about this.. if I am NOT an easily contented person, I would never have chosen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kinda shut him up. Well.. like him, I'm still figuring out if that's a compliment or a deflating comment. Oh well, can't take it back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2612224519336045204?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2612224519336045204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2612224519336045204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-went-out-to-get-myself-alarm-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6634877170587288412</id><published>2011-06-13T07:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:40:08.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My bestie says I'm spoilt because others wash my clothes for me and I don't lift a finger to do housework. I say that is a sweeping statement!  And honey, in my defence I'd like to say that I can be spoilt because people allowed for it to happen. It's two way traffic. You can't be a brat if no one spoils you. Being spoilt is an absolute luxury, I didn't demand for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd like to be independent, I'd rather have people dote on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I think there is no fine line between being spoilt and being pampered. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6634877170587288412?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6634877170587288412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6634877170587288412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-bestie-says-im-spoilt-because-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2490458656943117184</id><published>2011-06-01T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T21:29:32.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Guys can get really erratic and unreasonable as they get older. Still, that's not worse than pinning the blame on others when you're obviously in the wrong. So what happened? The boy who never smiles was sending me to work in his beloved mistress and at a converging lane, another BMW refused to give way and even sped up from behind. Furious, the stupid person beside me revved power in the engines and wanted overtake ahead from the right. His mini eyes must not have looked far ahead as there was an obvious line-up of cars on the right and they were slowing to a stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid gained speed, and speed-crashed into the taxi right in front! Wonderful! The BMW driver with the car plate SGS121 must be having the last laugh now. You say stupid or not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! He lambasted me for causing the accident! He said if I had gone to work on my own and had he not given me a ride, it wouldn't have happened. He hasn't spoken to me for 2 days now. I hate people like that, big time! It's unreasonable and petty. For awhile there, I even offered to chip in for the damages, I told him if the taxi driver claims for loss of income, I'd pay him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm beginning to think, "Serves you right" You crashed your car due to your recklessness and made me responsible for the accident, and I think that's awful of you. Somehow it's an accident waiting to happen. Everyone in the household knows he's a menace on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one comforting thing though. Seconds before his ride smooched the taxi, he put out his left hand holding me down to the seat tightly, to protect me from flinging forward. Well... maybe I will chip in to compensate the driver now. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2490458656943117184?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2490458656943117184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2490458656943117184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/06/guys-can-get-really-erratic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3842546694811797190</id><published>2011-05-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:09:13.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basilico &amp; Tom's Palette</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Long hiatus huh? :) I sat for my last paper today and finally, another treacherous semester is over. I am looking forward to the long break! I spent the day with my aunt and it's been awhile we got together like that. And I was lamenting to her about losing George Yeo! Yes, I haven't got over it! SIGH SIGH SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really crave now is a meal at Basilico! Perhaps the last BBQ buffet at M Hotel's Cafe 2000 was not savoury enough, I have been yearning and yearning to go to Basilico! Lunching there during my last visit made my Sunday one beautiful one~ I love Sunday brunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511basilico1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511basilico1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511basilico2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511basilico2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511basilico3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511basilico3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think if it, I've never liked going out on Sundays, but for the past year, I've been having quite a bit of activities on Sunday. Perhaps I do not have Monday blues, and therefore don't mind busy weekends. And that's the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the better Sundays was spent learning to make ice cream at Tom's Palette! So fun and so rowdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511toms5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511toms5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The space we were confined in was pretty small for all of us and seriously, every inch was maximised, makes me wonder now how we manoeuvred the area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511toms4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511toms4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511toms6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511toms6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511toms3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511toms3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511toms7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511toms7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a recipe book (which I've lost) and we tried creating matcha, choc and earl grey tea ice cream from flour and eggs! Brilliant! And when the product was ready, you could tell from the photos that we were mighty pleased with what we've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511toms1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511toms1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=230511toms2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230511toms2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Palette is at Shaw Towers and you can sign up to their mailing list to receive updates of new flavours and new ice-cream making classes! So, start impressing the family members with home-made ice cream! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3842546694811797190?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3842546694811797190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3842546694811797190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/05/basilico-toms-palette.html' title='Basilico &amp; Tom&apos;s Palette'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-814175984778565328</id><published>2011-05-03T22:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:33:00.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I've always been superficial in the sense I choose products based on their pretty packaging, and I've never given a second thought about its functions and durability. There is a premium price to pay for good looking products, and most often, their performance has not been on par as their better counterparts, but nonetheless has served me well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who never smiles has a better consolation. Treat it as a bad investment and you'll get over it. Yeah I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And the same goes for friendship. Never underestimate the pettiness of a friend. You wanna watch Thor, I'll buy it in VCD, DVD, Blu Ray and even 3D version for you. Just in time for your birthday present. So first you claimed you were damn pissed at me and deliberately left me out because you were angry with me for not asking you to watch the movie. And then you promptly claimed you were out getting me a present, oh yea(?) when you were so mad at me? Would anyone think of buying a present for someone you're mad at? Please try to convince someone else about the ill put-together excuse. I always say things as it is because I believe it to be true, and not because I want to create a misunderstanding with YOU. Oh, everything has to be about you what, otherwise I cannot sleep. Is that it? Is that what you think? That I'm out to get you? Do you always think this way with all the other friends you've fallen out with? You don't forget, I'm not hard up for a friendship and neither are you the only friend I have. And sure, you don't expect yourself to have to explain to me because frankly, you were out to piss me off anyway. You did so deliberately, with a purpose, with an intent. I've watched Thor 2 times over the weekend, and what does it matter who I've watched it with? Bottom line is, you don't care to watch it with me either way, it's because I've watched it with your good friend and without you right? If such a small matter got to you, imagine how I must have felt the times you thought you were 'caught'. Thanks for showing your grit, only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, you just want to get back at me for watching Thor without you? Who's childish? Be merry in your lala land alright, I shall not wake you. By the time you do, I'm done with this and you. I find it hard to accept that you would do something like this, just to spite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-814175984778565328?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/814175984778565328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/814175984778565328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-underestimate-pettiness-of-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6373157297685727628</id><published>2011-04-28T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:52:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I've found my HR executive and boy, am I relieved!  I think things are going to get exciting and I can relieve myself from the paperwork and focus more on human relations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mori Vie has been seeing nice profits of late, and I've received my 4th manufactured design, it's great! I'm not going to say it will be a sell-out because the girls can get unpredictable at times. I've just bought about $6K worth of stocks, and that's alot to last me awhile, so that I don't have to go to the suppliers so often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one particular supplier who is pretty jinxed to the business, whatever items I buy from her doesn't seem to sell, so I'm writing her off, and the stocks. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been entertaining some thoughts about getting a car (!) I know right, with my paltry salary, I could probably only afford a bicycle... but the urge to buy only increases everytime I'm made to take the public transport, everyone knows how much hatred I have towards taxi drivers in general, and the train rides are death rides. The only public transport I probably enjoy is the bus, and I do enjoy long rides, but I'm getting older and cannot afford all that time for these comfort rides like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about taxi drivers, yesterday's pissed me off. I had 4 big bags of stocks, so much so we had to use a trolley to carry them down to the taxi stand. Poor Mich and I were lugging at them, obviously exhausted by all that weight with our petite frames, and what's more we were in heels. The damn driver totally ignored us and sat in his seat without offering help. What's more when I reached home, I had to carry all those stocks out of his car boot, all by myself. The moment I closed the boot, he drove off. Fffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you're just a taxi driver and never going on to something big. Well, it shows in the little things. And with this, I say with very little responsibility, I don't care whose father is a taxi driver, he could be my best friend's dad and I would still say taxi drivers in general, are a rotten lot. And these PAP haters sure complain alot.  I stereotype them the same way people think I smoke just because I dye my hair. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6373157297685727628?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6373157297685727628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6373157297685727628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-found-my-hr-executive-and-boy-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6313532983522404700</id><published>2011-04-24T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:47:19.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluttons Bay - Happy Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;There is nothing like communal dining, where we gather around the table and share a bubbling pot of soup together. I think I have hotpots most often with my colleagues, it's either BBQ or Steamboat, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Gluttons Bay, where Makan Sutra's approved food vendors hawk their food there, and then there is the lovely sea breeze and night view, so it quite a decent dinner. I thought the marinated meats were not bad, but the tomyam soup could come with more kick. The soup is cradled by a stone pot and it's heated by charcoal! A separate stone pot with a wire mesh atop is served, for grilling the meats. Lovely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=240411happypot5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240411happypot5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be great to make a return visit. I think I miss them enough now to get them out again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aching all over now.. Beloved and I hit the club and it was a 4 hours non-stop of booty shakin' and screaming our lungs out. We also ended up very dehydrated and had to run to the washroom to sip on tapwater.. Hahaha. And we wasted our drink coupons on 4 glasses of orange juice.. ZZZ! We left an hour before closing and all in all, I think it was pretty fun, until.... my dear friend left her Chanel 2.55 in the club and we had to make a detour to get it back! ARRRHHHGGG~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6313532983522404700?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6313532983522404700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6313532983522404700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/04/gluttons-bay-happy-pot.html' title='Gluttons Bay - Happy Pot'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4343000526572467773</id><published>2011-04-08T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:33:15.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I haven't been able to blog, but how can I, when I OT on a daily basis? Even if I had the luxury to pack up and leave early, my time at home would be dedicated to school work and my blogshop. I think I've said this a thousand times, but well I am a nagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've raised the white flag, and am hiring an Human Resource assistant/executive. Well, I cannot guarantee I will be a lovely boss but I think I've been very nice so far. I am looking for someone who is not afraid of paper-work, has a discreet and pleasant personality and preferably someone who is settled. I cannot afford to keep looking for someone new because of "I am seeking greener pastures or I'm looking for a career advancement." Since I came in absolutely trigger happy, I believe the potential candidate will because this place will take care of you. And I will. :) I must emphasize that you have to be discreet because if you leak my dirty secrets, I will torpedo you. LOL. Okay, not so much on that but more so because you are in HR, you don't go around shooting PNC information off. And most often, it'll get you in very very hot soup. You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a good number of people who read this space, if you think you'd work dandy with me, go to Jobstreet and search for Royal Secrets and find the HR position I've posted, then send your resume and wait for me to call! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4343000526572467773?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4343000526572467773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4343000526572467773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-but-how-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3910749700893040660</id><published>2011-03-17T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T02:51:22.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So I've been asked several times to set up a Formspring account because.. people want to know me better.. why? Am I so elusive? To be honest, I've pondered about it but I still would like to have my private life as private, and you know, it gets complicated when people at work judge me from my blog's contents.. BUT! Here's a thing or two I can let you know.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, where shall I start? Perhaps, the more common ones I usually get asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I work in the Human Resource Department and because of my sociable character, I decided I should be in either sales or HR. But I'm the sort of person you either love or hate, so HR would suit me dandy because you have no choice but to love me! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm juggling work, school and Mori Vie and it's very very tough because I've made the office my permanent residence now, and my weekends are burnt with Mori Vie's stuff, but, I'm the sort who hates to give up on something I've started, so don't get me quittin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love my cats, Muffin and Siren, to bits. Everyday (well, perhaps not everyday), it's that same thought (the desire is no less each time though) that I'll bring them home to mummy some day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a sickeningly soft spot for killer heels. Recently, I've been a sucker for heels that are no less than 5". Imagine that! I've a collection of over 60 pairs now. The most expensive by far is Jinny Kim's at $400, but I sort of think that it's not worth it. But well, it was a gift. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My outfits repeat once every 3 months now, so you'll probably see the dress I wore today like 3 months later, but I know of girls who don't repeat their wardrobe at all, but I'll never get there. It's not easy because I've to buy and then alter every piece and it's not like I can afford new clothes every single day till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)I talk to my Rilakkuma &amp; Korilakkuma children, and I kiss them goodnight before I sleep. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I am very generous with my friends, it's not because I'm a show-off but because I feel like I'm making up to them for the times we didn't catch up due to my hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I've a fiery temper and I sometimes cuss like a sailor, but it's very very seldom now. I'm trying to attain nirvana. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I am proud of my petite size! Although I've never had the chance to consider being a model or an air stewardess, I've learnt to count my blessings. People feel the tendency to want to "look after" me, and seriously I get things done my way because they just have to give in to me, and I attribute this to my petite-ness! I'm feeling the love, everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Yes, the boy who never smiles and yours truly are an item. (Oops I think I just heard hearts shattering, hahaha!) And then you want to know WHY right? Well, it's because of his fabulous taste in women (LOL!) and cars. No, it's really because I get to drive his lovely car! In fact, I lurrrrrrvvvveee the car, not him! Alright! I'm kidding ( I know you're reading), but I can't deny that's the bonus of being with a car-whore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I've got to agree I've got nice legs too. It's something I found out very recently because my best friend always emphasizes this until I believe it and now I've got photograph proof! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=170311me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/170311me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I want to reveal for now, it's almost 3am, and I've got to sleep! Oh yes and one more thing, in case you're wondering, no matter how busy I am, I won't quit blogging because I love this space. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3910749700893040660?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3910749700893040660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3910749700893040660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-ive-been-asked-several-times-to-set.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3047172102480700483</id><published>2011-03-04T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:17:51.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Be careful of what you pray or ask for. While I've always wanted to climb the corporate ladder knowing it can be done, it isn't such a wonderful feeling when things happen your way at a torpedo rate. It's crazy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been given a room, and honestly.. it's pretty bad to be isolated. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've pretty much earned myself another increment, a change in designation and a room but hey, I paid the price for it, and I think I've paid dearly. There's no more social life, it also means missing classes for work, and staying in office till the wee hours of morn, I can go to bed at 4am with my hair wet and wake up at 630am to find my hair not the least bit dry yet, and it's off to work for another grueling day. Boss told me I need an assistant, but I'm not sure why I don't like the idea. I just feel bad if I have to pass work to another person and give her a deadline. I know how it feels because I hate it when people delegate me to do things. I'll think about it the day I burn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been instructed to go down to all 3 outlets to counsel the people and boost their morale as well, and I wish I can do that to myself now. But most of all, being here means I cannot afford to lose my smile. I brought a lava lamp to work and let it run the whole day, meaning to create a therapeutic effect when I talk to people, and it's brilliant because it worked so well for me! Hahaha   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'm thankful for everything, and very thankful my God has expanded my capacity just like every other time. And you should come work for Body Wellness, I won't say this will be my last job but I'm thinking it should be. :)  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3047172102480700483?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3047172102480700483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3047172102480700483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/03/be-careful-of-what-you-pray-or-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3794016886269508289</id><published>2011-02-11T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:34:28.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Lunar New Year peeps! I didn't go to the casino this year (surprise surprise) and it was a great week for me! I didn't get to wear my New Year clothes as I've intended because.. My menses had to come on the first day of CNY and I had a bloat. A bloat! Not good, because most of the dresses this year are really fitting! And I threw hissy fits in the mornings because I was struggling to look good in those tight fitting dresses! I looked like I'm with child! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, occasionally when I receive shopping loots in the mail, I'd try them on and if I love it much, I'd take photos and post them here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting dresses in the mail, but I also love the retail experience! The boy who never smiles often questions me why am I always in a need to shop, all the time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look what I've got in the mail! Isn't this a very lovely dress? It's so me! The things I love consist of roses, ruffles, ruch, lace, and pastels. I shall save this dress for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KYValentinesdress4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/KYValentinesdress4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's really a coincidence I removed my accessories, preparing to shower, and then a sight made me so happy. All the things I love, and by coincidence that they are placed together! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=love.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this particular dress I tailored last year that's meant for CNY and I have not worn it until now, that's like a period of 2 CNYs it's spent lying around in my cupboard! :( Somehow, I can't bring myself to wear it this CNY because for one, it's totally bare-back, and then I am not comfortable wearing such a sexy dress when visiting relatives.. actually the keyhole infront had already been made alot smaller because it was much wider, and the dress does not allow for a bra, so I don't want to have a wardrobe malfunction. Sigh, when will I get the chance to wear this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cheongsam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/cheongsam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I can also wear this on my birthday, hahaa. Have a HUAT YEAR and Happy V Day darlings! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3794016886269508289?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3794016886269508289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3794016886269508289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3425904447992553412</id><published>2011-01-31T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:28:21.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween's Night at Night Safari</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;People! It's been raining for more than 36 hours now, and it hasn't stopped for abit! Fantastic for those who love the cooling air and it was great sleeping in! I actually wondered if I were to head out, would I see a flooded Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found endearing snapshots of the girlfriends and did I owe them these pictures? It was Halloween's and we headed to Night Safari for a scare fest. Our theme for the night was Safari, and I won! Got to love hanging out with the darlings. :) Seriously, the people there did an awesome job! The makeup itself was a feat! Check these out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the tram that leads you to Neverland, spooky! Everyone should visit at least once, but go early for the queue may make you miss the last tram! All of us had a great time scaring ourselves as we had no idea when a white or bloody face would just appear right beside you or you'll never know what might hop up the tram because it's pitch dark! My camera managed to capture all these shots that pre-empted us on what's to come! Yess, I was too busy snapping away in the dark just so I'd know what's ahead! Spoiler right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're heading out, we saw this uglified pumpkin with razor sharp teeth.. and I never liked pumpkins, I thought they taste weird, but what made our day was this reaaaaalllly adorable little boy in this reaaaaaaalllly adorable pumpkin suit! All the girls were gushing over him and look at him! I bet those monsters and ghouls would crack up when they see him too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=halloweenns8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/halloweenns8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Night Safari changes its Halloween theme yearly, so though I'm promoting them early, be sure to be at the Night Safari this Halloween's! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has stopped raining, and yes it's time I head to bed. Nights!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3425904447992553412?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3425904447992553412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3425904447992553412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/01/halloweens-night-at-night-safari.html' title='Halloween&apos;s Night at Night Safari'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5068872662460846358</id><published>2011-01-21T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:15:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I had the worst train ride today, and it was wildly embarrassing! As always, the evening trains are always packed and squeezing with others is really the one thing I hate, let alone facing another person only centimeters apart and the person breathes through his mouth. Wow, the smell, whether one of bad breath or cigarettes was enough to make me leave the train for another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But such couldn't compare to what took place today. There was this guy behind me and he was rubbing his bulge against my behind. At first I thought nothing of it, but then the rubbing amounted to light thrusts and it just suddenly dawned on me he was there trying to get a hard-on. WTF! I was at first embarrassed and my face felt hot, because it was all so god-damn obvious, and yet I had been oblivious to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bold this guy is! I've never encountered something like that before! And I was contemplating whether to let the matter go. I took two steps in front and he followed suit, still standing very closely behind me and I could still feel that bulge! He probably got bolder when I didn't respond and started the light thrusting against my bum again! FML! Shouldn't have worn that 15cm stilettos, else I would have been too short to be his target. But anger soon took over and I'm not sure why but I turned some 30 degrees and fisted him there before pretending to move towards the centre of the cabin, not before catching him twitch uncomfortably and mouthed a FUCKYOU while glaring at me. I felt a little scared and didn't know how to respond, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I had been bolder, I would have replied "You almost did". Hahhaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5068872662460846358?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5068872662460846358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5068872662460846358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-had-worst-train-ride-today-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2200243862651542677</id><published>2011-01-04T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:55:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If there's one thing in this world that I'll never figure out, that would be why my aunt gives me the impression ALL THE TIME that she loves me a lot less than my siblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my brother asked me if I'd be moving to our new place, and I found out that she told him he didn't have to pay a cent, and he added she said my sis is not interested to move in.. "free one she also don't want" in her own words. Now, isn't that unfair that she wants me to pay her $150 every month for the household maintenance? That's on top of rental she'll be collecting from the one room she's renting out. How come I'm the only one of the 3 paying!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That strings along several other incidents that I've tried to brush off, but each event still inflicted the same heartache all the same. Just like how she went to HK and told me she got her daughter and my sister bags but didn't buy one for me "because all your bags are in the thousands, I don't think you'll appreciate it if the bag only cost a few hundreds". WHAAT? How come it doesn't even sound consoling to me?! And who the hell told you I wouldn't appreciate bags that cost less than a thousand dollars when I've been carrying a $30 handbag to work everyday? If you thought telling me that would make me feel better that I'm forgotten, I'm telling you it hurts. I don't mean to compare, but some things are better left unsaid and unknown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the time you told me I should be prepared for wear and tear, in defence of my sis ruining my bag? You know what, that's total bullshit because if not for my love and respect for you, I would have turned the world upside down. I was infuriated, and I believe I still am,if not because whatever you told me kept replaying in my head like a broken tape recorder. "You chose to buy this colour, you must be prepared for wear and tear, it's inevitable". Well, it's not! Like I've emphasized, I took great pains to look after the bag for 2 years, and all that went down the drain when she took it away for 2 weeks! Why shouldn't I have the right to be angry? And why do you have to protect her at my expense? How would you like it if your tenant ruins your furniture or stained the walls and I tell you, "well, from the time you rented out the place, you should be prepared for wear and tear?" Even that's not as bad because you get to forfeit their deposit if anything in the house is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst has got to be you telling the fucking world my problems. Don't you even spare a thought for my feelings? And how do you think I felt when my brother asked me about the incident? Oh, and how did he know about it? Apparently, my cousin traveled halfway round Singapore to Sentosa and told him about it. PERFECT! I don't know how that translates to you being concerned for my happiness when everyone sees him in a different light now. Forgive, forget and give 2nd chances. If you could do that to anyone you love, why not me? Why don't you wish me happiness although you think things wouldn't work out? That's what I'd call unconditional love but you tell me that you'd never want to hang out with us ever again. Not forgetting the time you showed your displeasure by not wanting to take the bag to dinner which I've collected for you, despite arrangements being so inconvenient. I was hurt. I just wanted to be happy, even if it's not the wisest decision. I know how you detest it, but I honestly don't know how to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, things have been going great for me, the director appreciates me and it feels good to sign my initials on every letter of employment, promotion, termination, warning letter, company memos etc. It feels even better to be at board meetings and then be asked "Do you need an assistant?". Yes, things are happening for me, at a whirlwind rate and it's overwhelming, yet I'm loving every minute of it. There's a part of me who feels so proud, but yet my family isn't celebrating with me. The irony is that at work, people think I am good enough but at home, you make me feel that I'll never match up. And it's why I  don't feel the point in sharing good news anymore. And it's also why I am so driven to get whatever I want even if the rest of you get the impression I am condescending. I make sure I feel doubly proud of my achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, when you rushed down with just one phone-call from me to pack my things and encouraged me to be strong and leave, I promised God I'll never let you down like that again and I must be happy so that you wouldn't worry about me. I still want to keep that promise.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2200243862651542677?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2200243862651542677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2200243862651542677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-theres-one-thing-in-this-world-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1499758093710013833</id><published>2010-12-28T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:47:33.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clifford - Fullerton Bay Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The last couple of days were hectic and the Xmas party I had organised for the company was a success! Boy, am I glad to strike it off my "To-Settle-List"! The games, food and lucky draw turned out well, and based on feedbacks I had, my colleagues had a good time! :D Now, that's gratifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right after the party, I had 20 minutes to rush to Vivocity to catch a movie with Beloved and ZJ, and well our North-east line was no bullet train, and we missed the beginning. We dined and wined at Spizza, followed by a late night KTV session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas was pretty much a bad day for me, I lost my sunshades and stayed home the entire day because I was in such a bad mood! So the binging started on Boxing day and the girls were to meet at Greenwood Fish Market at Hillcrest Park. Well, the food was disappointing if not for the girls who saved the day! I've pictures but let's do this another day because I'm dead tired! Now, after Mel sent me home, I felt nauseous and hit the toilet. That's when I threw up everything I had for dinner. The vomit smelled of decomposing fish and it was awful! I just kept vomiting again and again, and it was a mess.. today, I woke up with stomach pains and saw the doctor, his diagnosis was gastric and I thought gastric only happens to those who skipped meals. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who never smiles wanted to turn my week around and today is a special day. :) So we lunched at Clifford at Fullerton Bay Hotel, and the place is beautiful! High ceilings with sweeping curtains and opulent furniture and dining ware.. and the view.. an astonishing one of the bay, I loved every bit of it! Dinner was so tranquil and romantic, but still, a little intimidating because everyone was well-heeled and kinda smells like money in there.. still, it's the best lunch I've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my stomach was weak, I didn't want to go for the 3 course meal like he did, so I ordered Seafood Pasta and Fish Soup, but the latter.. well, was salty and the smell.. reminded me of my vomit, sorry to say! I specifically told the waiter I wanted my pasta spicy, and I said "It MUST be spicy", and the dish came as requested. Seafood pasta in tomato sauce is everywhere, but one that is spicy and delicious, not easy to get. Well done, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I had not taken pictures of the food was because I did not want to ruin the ambience, erm, I did not want to behave like a country bumpkin, and let's leave it to the food bloggers to do the job yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=clifford3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/clifford3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to visit this place someday, for I'll be back.. I will! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried a new way of curling my hair... and I think this look works too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=clifford-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/clifford-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1499758093710013833?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1499758093710013833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1499758093710013833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/12/clifford-fullerton-bay-hotel.html' title='Clifford - Fullerton Bay Hotel'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1498283166220446023</id><published>2010-12-14T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:39:01.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My heart sank when the professional at the bag spa told me the stains are permanent and no matter how good their technology is, at best, only 20% can be cleaned. Then I wanted so much to yell at you! I hated your irresponsibility. It's the 2nd time you stained my bag, and it's only been with you for 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be graceful about it because I'm not so rich to take this as a trivial matter. If it happened to you, your reaction would be 10 times worse than mine, think about it. You had the cheek not to tell me and still dared tell me that it was fun taking her to work. That's like rubbing salt in my wounds, and the more I read your sms, the more angry I get. Don't sweet talk me this time round because it's not working. I am boiling mad with disgust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag's an awful sight now. I've been carrying it for a good 2 years, and none of it is stained like you did in the 2 weeks in your care. What care? Did you put in the effort to take good care of it like you promised? NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about when I was kind enough to loan it to you for 2 weeks just for the sake of showing off to your colleague. Now, give me an explanation how the bag ended up in the state that it is. Next time you want to show off, don't do it at my expense. Oh, there's no more next time. Never again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the degree of our relationship, it's the degree of responsibility and I see none of that in you. And when I read your sms over and over again, I can't feel that you're genuinely sorry about it, it's like you expected forgiveness and I'd dispense it easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't spend the money, therefore you don't feel the pain. How would you feel when someone else destroys your belongings and all you get is a sorry? That sorry caused me hundreds of dollars, thank you very much. And you know what's worse? It's telling myself "I should have known" at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MY LIFE! &lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1498283166220446023?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1498283166220446023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1498283166220446023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-heart-sank-when-professional-at-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-483713264613494711</id><published>2010-12-05T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:32:46.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Con</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello, I'm back! The H&amp;amp;M top sold really well, and I am delirious! Coming up next is a Elie Saab design and girls who love beautiful cocktail dresses will adore it, I guarantee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends like Beloved, Cassie, Grace, Celine and Dawn showed their support in one way or another and I ask myself what I've done to ever deserve friends like them. &amp;lt;3 I am a really difficult person to get along with. I am very critical, I have severe mood swings and I probably would hate myself if I had to make friends with me. Haha but when I can get along with someone, I actually get along dandy with someone, and they actually love me, awesome!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at the new hip shopping mall Nex, and because the walkway was so small, this girl just came up against me and bumped me to the corner, cutting ahead of me and walked on without a "sorry" from her. Instinctively, I said "So fat!" just so she would hear me. And she instinctively turned to her boyfriend (without turning back to look at me) and said "The girl behind me called me so fat!" Well the bf just continued walking and didn't even bother about her (because he believes what I said is true anyway, I guess!) And... my acid tongue let go of a "if you're not fat, I don't know what is", and confidently sashayed past her. (I dared do that because I really am at least a few sizes smaller than her.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I totally stunned myself! How could I say that!! I am so mean. I am really catty! Hahhahaa. Actually half of me feared she would whip out a parang and slash my head into half! If she did, I sure deserved it.. Sigh, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. :P That poor girl must have starved herself tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's not go on about this lest you become the moral police and judge me based on a single incident.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girlfriends got together to celebrate Wenjia's birthday and we had dinner at Yet Con, it serves up delectable Hainanese spread that leaves you wanting more. Yet Con brought us all back to the past, the furniture, the mosaic-tiled floor, the boss settling the accounts with an abacus(!) and it's history goes all the way back to when Japanese soldiers occupied our island! Ok, Yet Con is history-rich and seriously, we should all visit this traditional place sometime soon before it's being refurbished.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yetcon31.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/yetcon31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the food is solid! I thought I'd never like chicken that comes without the skin, and it's unlike all the Hainanese chicken rice I've had. The chicken doesn't come drenched in sauce, and it looks dry, but do not be deceived! You've got to try their other best seller, their Hainanee Pork Chops. We savoured every bit of it! I also love the chap chye. Skip their steamboat though, the soup base is too salty! I went down late, and everyone started eating already so I don't have pictures to show, but do an internet search on Yet Con and others would have blogged and posted some really nice pictures of it. :) I want to go down tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did a quick dessert at Ah Chew while oohing and ahhing at Ruth's masterpiece. I love how creative this girl can get! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yetcon4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/yetcon4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yetcon5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/yetcon5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yetcon1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/yetcon1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yetcon2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/yetcon2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again, maybe tomorrow, maybe the night after.. goodnight!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-483713264613494711?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/483713264613494711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/483713264613494711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/12/yet-con.html' title='Yet Con'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6268481747541131991</id><published>2010-11-20T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:20:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So much has happened in a week as usual, my life's always easily excited and full of drama, but the worst is over and I hope it stays this way for a little longer. I stopped blogging for awhile because I wanted to be low-key. Who knows what I will get myself into if I blogged in a fit of anger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished my Accounts paper and I'm not sure how I'd perform, I'm not expecting an A, C would be a blessing already.. yeah but I'm prepared for the worst la. I did not give my best this semester, honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've done a collage of a trip to Bangkok I took with the boy who never smiles and my darling sister! It's quite simple but when I've the time, I'll explore more papers and do a nicer one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bkk5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/bkk5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun there in BKK, but it sure was freakin hot! I was perspiring so much, even the make-up got washed away by my perspiration! And it doesn't help that bubble tea is so scarce there! Even if there was one, it's not a proper bubble tea kiosk, more like those ice cream sellers you see at Orchard Road.. not to mention, the drink C.M.I! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wished the tomyam we had there was spicier though. I like my tomyam more spicy than sour.. just so you know. I think we all bought a lot of things there but when I opened my wardrobe, I don't see the a lot of things in there, so I'm wondering now where the money went to! Anyhow, I hope to make a return trip in January if all is going as planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, to business. Mori Vie is holding a birthday and Xmas lucky draw, and the prizes are very pretty! There is make-up stash and jewellery to be won! We actually spent quite a bit on the prizes, each being at least $100.. but.. you're worth it! :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm launching the H&amp;M babydoll, and I hope it goes well because some bs already have them and I'm quite upset about it! Gah! :( Please support ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://s805.photobucket.com/albums/yy333/morivie/?action=view&amp;current=Xmas-edm.jpg' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy333/morivie/Xmas-edm.jpg' border='0' alt='Photobucket'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6268481747541131991?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6268481747541131991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6268481747541131991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-much-has-happened-in-week-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6285397586282722819</id><published>2010-11-04T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T02:22:34.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I've never been a fan of HK food, and I think I've mentioned this before, going to HK early this year had changed everything. I've always thought those XinWang cafes and the likes serve pretty mediocre dishes.. Overpriced, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about JAM is that no matter how busy, we'll always accommodate time to meet and catch up, and I'm just so fortunate that my party of friends are close knitted. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snapping of evidence of our ageing process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=031110xinwang1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/031110xinwang1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=031110xinwang2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/031110xinwang2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=031110xinwang5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/031110xinwang5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very uncreative when it comes to food. I don't dare to try new things, and so before I step into a hawker centre, food court, restaurant etc, I already have in mind what I want to eat! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=031110xinwang4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/031110xinwang4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=031110xinwang3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/031110xinwang3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, let's meet up soon, and that'll be after my exams, which will run its course by end Novemeber! :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6285397586282722819?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6285397586282722819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6285397586282722819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-never-been-fan-of-hk-food-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-302520553830671468</id><published>2010-10-30T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:41:04.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I thought it'd be nice to let you know that I've started on my new job and moved to a new place, so my life's undergoing quite a big change; the job has been demanding although I've only been here for a week and I don't get home before 11pm now. However demanding, I still have to run the show, right? It's really overwhelming and very taxing on me, especially when I've a business and school to juggle.. so now, I'm contemplating giving up one. So here's the argument:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an investment. In paper-worthy Singapore, I can actually go far with this education. Not to mention that it'll aid in the corporate ladder climb, I am neither too competitive nor too ambitious in the job but eventually I hope to get somewhere rather than stay as a generalist executive. However school takes up the bulk of my time! I have online discussions, individual assignment, group assignment, and exams, and my work can barely put up with school commitments. I've already almost completed my first year, so am I going to give up now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Business&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not earning ALOT OF MONEY from this, but it gives me a decent income. I've built Mori Vie from scratch and it took alot to come to where it is now (not that it's awesome, but still recognised), I find it a struggle to give up this baby. I take it as a blessing that my current collection is a success in my own terms and I can do better here. Besides, this is one of the very few businesses that require a low capital investment. The downside is that I can't commit to this as much as I'd like to because of school and the job, and it's pretty much like a hobby right now. And when I think hobby, I think it can be chucked aside.. easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I am now where I've always wanted to be in the next 2-3 years, and it's such a blessing I've achieved this way earlier. But "be careful of what you ask for" really applies to me because I've got more than what I bargained for. It's a whole new level for me and it's not easy. This job will open many new doors for me if I persevere and for once in my 4 years of working, I feel people actually respect what I do. They want to hear me out, and see what I can contribute, so as I've mentioned, it's really stressful, sink or swim?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't get any worse than this. She says I should set a good example for the others because I am in HR, I was late 2 days. She came in late too, consecutively this week and on my first day, at 10am. If you don't care whatever my reasons are, late is late right? Then it doesn't matter if you are my superior, late is late, you are not setting a good example either! I am entitled to my opinions and so are you and it's not like I'm lying, about whatever happened to Keith and Eva.  Whether it's deliberate or not that she made me wait and wait for hours for some reaallly trivial things, I don't wish to know. She says she doesn't see me staying late at work, WHAT THE FUCK!? *Speechless* I know you will definitely read this (HI!) but this is my friggin blog. You keep bitching about all the other people under you to the management. You're not fantastic, truth to be told. Policies, Levy matters, work-passes, SOP, employment act.. you know meh?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my fingers cross I'll settle down well because I hope I can continue sustaining all three for the next 2 years, mad or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! It's all really grueling, and I haven't posted a new collection on Mori Vie for 2 weeks now, tomorrow it shall be! Thanks for watching this space for updates, I hope you're not put off by the lengthy post! I've got to rush my assignment now, catch up soon! :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-302520553830671468?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/302520553830671468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/302520553830671468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2070478325447226189</id><published>2010-10-17T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T03:11:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Bulgoggi Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What a long week it was for me, I was sooo busy preparing with the launch of my manufactured dress, the Moschino Inspired Eyelet Brocaderie dress launched &lt;a href="http://mori-vie.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and at the same time juggling school assignments and work. I had so much to handle, so much so I had to go back to work on a Saturday and Sunday, and there I was, cooped up alone in the office at 11pm on a Sunday night, clearing work! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these have gotten so much to me that I've started myself on a weekly night out, to drink. Of course I don't go home drunk and delirious, it's a get-together with closer friends, to talk over finger munchies and alcohol because this makes me forget work, school and business. It's when I really let my hair down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you know what! I have passed driving and I'd love to tell you that I actually drove myself from Woodlands to Novena like 10 minutes after I've gotten my license slip! Whhhheeeee!! Steady! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a set of pictures in my albums, and it's of a decent Korean fare at Fresh Bulggogi restaurant. I know there are branches in Downtown East and Changi airport. It is managed by Zingrill Holdings, which has brought in food brands like Seoul Garden, Zingdo and Breeks.. yeah I know, the food they serve are not at all note-worthy, however Fresh Bulgoggi is surprisingly good for its price range! The serving is huge! 2 of us ordered Chicken bap, Salmon Bap and the Seafood hotpot, and we barely cleared our bowls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=freshbulgoggi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/freshbulgoggi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, craving calls to return for some decent food, but as you know, Changi airport is so far off! Oh yes, regarding its authenticity, I doubt it's anywhere on par with the better Korean restaurants, but well, it can do when I want to satisfy my hunger pangs and when I only feel like doing a Korean, and an inexpensive one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I've just received a dress from Kristine and it's a Burberry Prorsum inspired dress, the drape twist feature is luxurious and I'm a sucker for pretty details, be it lace, ruch &amp; gathers, pleats, ruffles etc. Pardon the little bump you see, I took the pictures immediately after my dinner because I can't wait to try the dress on! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=KYburberrydress.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/KYburberrydress.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2070478325447226189?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2070478325447226189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2070478325447226189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/10/fresh-bulgoggi-restaurant.html' title='Fresh Bulgoggi Restaurant'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8046801649768353615</id><published>2010-10-05T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:50:50.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nolboo Hangari Galbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;With all the K-pop craze over the years, it's hard to miss out on Korean fare, because scores of Korean restaurants are popping out all over our tiny island! So far the only memorable experience I had with Korean food is the one at &lt;a href="http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-birthday-post.html"&gt;Su Korean&lt;/a&gt; with my girlfriends to celebrate my birthday. I'm not sure if the restaurant is still around, and thinking of the fragrant Ginseng Chicken soup makes me want to have it for lunch later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's the second time I'm having Korean for dinner, with the same girlfriends, albeit 2 years older. Haha. We settled for Nolboo Hangari Galbi at Orchard Central and it was rather quiet as the FnB scene there is still young. Look at that place now, bustling with activities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean food is really not bad, however I would prefer a Japanese cuisine anytime over it. From the pictures, we ordered pork belly, some beef streaks, bibimbap rice, Stewed Beef &amp;amp; Vegetables noodles, Seafood fried rice and spicy rice cake. Mel loves the rice cake, though I do not appreciate its charm.. the others were okay, actually what we had, were very common. I mean, seafood fried rice, beef noodles, and pork belly? How Korean is that! Hahhaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NHG1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/NHG1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NHG2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/NHG2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NHG3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/NHG3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I'll post another Korean dinner I had near Ann Siang, that's really sumptious, and authentic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NHG4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/NHG4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were holding on to Victoria's Secret lotion bottles! Mel brought it back for us and we couldn't get over the fragrance! Had a hard time choosing which scent suits me best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NHG5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/NHG5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when it comes to such bonding over dinner, the food is really secondary to the company. I am meeting the girls in a mere 4 days, and we're going to Wild Honey! Wooohhooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what I've been up to lately? I've been attending interviews. Yeeeesss, I am changing my job again.. (!) But well, it's only for the better. I've always breezed through interviews and this time is no exception. I feel that my value has gotten higher in fact, I no longer had to do with whatever comes first, now, I actually am able to take my time and choose which is best. I had 7 interviews squeezed in 2 days and 5 returned call! So I settled for the one that promised me pro-rated variable bonus when I go over on the 25th this month (good right!) and also an increment upon confirmation, and of course, the one that offered a brighter prospect.. I will not be doing so much on general HR admin now, rather, something that is very new to me, implementing policies, reviewing performance appraisal, working on a HRIS system etc.. ok layman terms? Basically building the skeleton of HR. Exciting! :) I know it's hard to tell a character from a 1 hour interview, but I'm telling you, my new boss is going to be great! She likes me so much she counter-offered 3 times. And people who like me gets along dandy with me! Cheeers to a great working relationship! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolboo Hangari Galbi Restaurant : 181 Orchard Road #08-04/05 Orchard Central Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8046801649768353615?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8046801649768353615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8046801649768353615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/10/nolboo-hagari-galbi.html' title='Nolboo Hangari Galbi'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-9054246921553999964</id><published>2010-09-28T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:10:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back here again but I don't wanna spend too much time on this post because I am very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A string of really unfortunate events have been plaguing me and I hate the helpless state I'm in. Chic Mag featured a dress from Mori Vie and the website provided in the magazine is wrong! And it's a pretty jarring mistake as well, now, even if anyone wanted the dress, they would never own it because they wouldn't have been able to guess the actual website address anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the person (I've been liasing with regarding this) could offer was "Oh sorry about that dearie. =( I'll bring this up to my editor. Have a good day!" HUUH?? Have a good day? Ironically, you people were the ones who had my day started off on a bad note. :( I really don't know what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for 3 interviews yesterday, of which 2 left me traumatised. The first one is a Japanese food establishment and its GM told me, "My definition of commitment is the person who reaches office the earliest and goes home the latest. My staff works for 15 hours on days, and that to me, is passion for the job." Well.... fuck you. A Mcdonalds manager who worked for 16 hours in Japan everyday died from haemorrhage, doing what he loves most. His job. Anyone read about this?? This is not Japan, hello! I don't wanna sell my life to a company! Unless... I'm the CEO la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and the 2nd interview was at Orchard Towers. Sleazy was far off my mind but what shocked me was when I stepped into the doors of the office, all the employees were of a certain race! (And I don't communicate their language) It was just sad.. I badly wanted to leave on the spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they offered me the position with my expected salary. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I forgot to mention that while making my way for these 2 interviews, it poured heavily, my dress and new heels were soaked, and my feet hurt from the blisters it gave me. I wanted so much to go home after these interviews and not go for the 3rd one. Thank God I didn't do that, for the 3rd one would be the dream job if I nailed it. I'll have to wait for their reply. I hope they like me enough, otherwise I'll just stay on in my current company, rather than go for the other 2, which are equally bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've one more interview tomorrow and as it's also a Japanese food establishment, I really hope it doesn't turn out to be like the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get really irritated when people make their problem my problem. What am I? Am I obliged to help you? NO. I may be very accommodating, but you caught me on a bad day. And today, I'm still maintaining the status of "Unwilling to help". Hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta scoot off!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-9054246921553999964?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/9054246921553999964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/9054246921553999964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-here-again-but-i-dont-wanna-spend.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5553258838893291138</id><published>2010-09-18T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:22:35.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ok I desperately need sleep. I am awfully tired, and no, I didn't party the last few nights away, rather, I'd been up finishing my assignment-based exam and am I glad it's finally done and over with! Now it's the time for merrymaking!~ And it begins tomorrow, so let the revelry begin! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's really the time to catch up! I've been out with Rane, out with Beloved (met twice already and we're so happy!) and tonight I'm heading out with the secondary school girlfriends, whom I haven't seen since  2003, except for Grace, but the last time we caught up was 3 years ago. Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should call the Gleneagles peeps soon. I miss them already! Every time we meet, we always catch up over steamboat! :D I was sooo much slimmer a year back, I realise, my face is so small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chongqing1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chongqing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chongqing2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chongqing2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed out last night, and I dolled up! And Beloved looked great too. :) We were at chi-chi WIld Honey and I would definitely recommend a second visit. We opened up our hearts, talked about boys, love and being naughty! Unfortch, the night was too short! :( And another bummer is that, I do not have a camera for the beautiful night because everything were so in place, two big-eyed girlfriends with thick luscious curled hair, in cosy Wild Honey having English breakfast and our drinks in a cocktail glass.. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I totally love my hair so I had to go home to snap snap.. see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=180910me1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/180910me1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=180910me2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/180910me2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'll be heading out tonight, I did the same hairstyle today and I hope the boys will swoon. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I'm not really in the mood to write because I've been up until 3am almost every night this week and I really need some eye-shut. Looking at all these words makes me feel so sleepy.. so Bye!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5553258838893291138?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5553258838893291138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5553258838893291138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-i-desperately-need-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-756083742335219740</id><published>2010-09-08T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:03:49.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;There is so much on my mind right now. Just last night, I woke up at 4am and found it hard to get back to sleep; thoughts filled my head, everyday an endless rush of work, school assignments, tracking of stocks and dates. When can I go easy on myself? I also have been really absent minded of late. I would be confirming stock quantity of my designs now and as soon as I hang up, I need to call again, because I've forgotten what she has just told me. :( And.. I missed another assignment deadline. Really, how bad is this going to get? There's just one more deadline looming and I've only a mere 6 days to finish it, complete with powerpoint slides and a video presentation. Maybe I should quit something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how I've changed over the years and that how I should really count my blessings. Of all the good things that I've reaped, it's all the work of God. Now, I'm hardly one who praises God and so openly on my blog and for years now, I've never been enthusiastic about praying if I come across a problem, and I'm hardly an optimist. But somehow, I've always had it good, no matter how bad the situation seems to be. Of course, if this blog is as private as it was some 7 years ago, I'd be very open about my feelings here. Perhaps I should privatise this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 18, I moved out of home as I could not get along with the family, and I swore that I was never going back. I packed my belongings and I had nowhere to go. I thought of my best friend and isn't it so coincidental that she's living without her landlord and had the whole flat to herself? She offered to share the place with me and I'm ever-grateful. Michelle is like a perfect friend-fit for me. She's someone who doesn't compare, always wishing the best for others and she's genuinely happy for me when I have my achievements. You know, I have bitchy people at work or in my social life, who compare things to no-end, and these people taunt me, pushing my bitchiness over edge man. But I like the quieter side of me, where I can put my guard down against people, and Beloved gives me this feeling everytime I'm with her. She's very encouraging and supportive of my decisions and I know though she's way prettier than I am, I never once compared and I just feel good every time I'm with her. I love this girl wholeheartedly and I'll protect this friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was in a relationship. Up till this day, he's still the best thing that's happened to me and I'll never forget that time of my life. We're not together now, but he has given me the happiest memories and you could say I would not have come so far if not for this very special person. I'm going to make him sound like a hero, but none of these are exaggerated. To allow me a happy and comfortable life living outside, he's been my pillar of strength and sort of my life-line. He exhausted all of his 20K savings over the years to help me pay for rental and whatever I'd needed to get by. His parents, especially the dad, was difficult to get along with, and he never approved of our relationship, it was very gruelling for us and I'd brought Yikko to tears many times as he'd really given up many things for me. He helped me so much financially, and school work too. I couldn't cope back then, and he was always there staying up the late nights to do this and that for me. But why.. why couldn't I make things work then? I was stubborn, bad tempered and often took him for granted. Why couldn't he have been my priority? We're still close friends now and when I have a problem, I always dial his no and cry and throw a tantrum when nothing's going well. Why do I think of calling him up? Out of habit, and also knowing he's always there and will be the last one to let me down. He went through ALOT for me, and waited patiently for the day I became independent. I know he's very proud of me now, look at how far I've come from then when I felt insecure about everything, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a self-conceited guy in school going around telling others that I chose Yikko because I couldn't have him! Seriously? Is that how it's been? No way! Yikko will never be second-fiddle to anyone! Damn you la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,I became a more confident person over the years, and am aware I am an attractive girl. I may not be the prettiest one around, but I have an affecting ability to get close to people and make them open up to me, if I wanted to. And I've abused that. Then I sort of became the social butterfly, I became flighty. How I made the guys fall for me so fast, I really don't know. By now, I probably have hurt every single one of them (5 to be exact), with only a couple, still my friends, while the rest have vanished from my life, because they don't ever want to see me again. A couple of them were really rotten too, so they deserved it. I broke so many hearts and karma should have hit me harder, let me drown and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is about the time when I got to know the boy who never smiles. We started hanging out and slowly met up often for dinner and car rides and I couldn't have had it any better. He's spoilt me rotten. He sends me to work without fail everyday, sends me around, and picks me up from school. I then hated taking the public transport, if I had to, I only take the taxi, of course, well within my means. He may be a very practical person but he gives in to my whims and fancies occasionally. We have fierce quarrels resulting in insults peppered with vulgarities, but aside from the rogue that he is, I know he cares for me. He probably knew of all the lies I've been concocting (lies about the other guys, as I knew he liked me, but I couldn't afford to lose a friend!), but still chose to close one eye and tries "believing" in me. Note that the other guys are just friends whom I suspect took a liking to me, but there were nothing more to that, although it would have been interesting if they did! So back to him, there was once I made him sooo upset, he cried. My heart broke. I was so affected because trust me, no one has seen this man cry. He has a tough personality and is fiercely independent. For me to make him cry, it must have been really bad, and I must have meant alot to him. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the major personalities that have made so much difference in my life, and I can never bear to hurt them, so I'm making a conscious effort to change. I mean, these people have such confident levels of trust in me! The days of going home late, the hard-partying and constant changing of arm candies have long been over, maybe 3 years now? It's hard to believe I did change. I hover on the other end now though, I stay at home soooo much I don't go out over the weekends. Actually, I really hate going out now, such a hassle and I love sleeping in! Oh and will someone just make one of my wish come true? I really want to be reunited with my darlings, Muffin and Siren. I've been pining for them alot... :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=080910muffin1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/080910muffin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=080910siren1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/080910siren1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some things don't change, like my nasty temper and the other one, only Beloved and Cassie knows. Hahhaa. I do have weaknesses and days where I wished for better, but I'm not telling the world my achilles heel. I will make good, and this is a promise I know I'll have to keep. If anything, it hurts me even more when I disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God gives second chances and I'll tell you of how it happened, another day. I think I just revealed a little dark past of myself, but don't judge me, I am as real as can be, and I know you'll love me another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : I have a PEN now! Love it! I shall start using it to snap pictures once I know how to use it. It's kinda heavy though.. The last pictures I took on my Dcam is when I tried on this pretty little dress! Love it~ It's from &lt;a href="http://kristineyunny.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KYrucheslacegrey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/KYrucheslacegrey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm thinking if I should try being my own model. I may be very petite, but height is never the issue because there are ways to determine fitting. I've seen models who are just as petite, maybe not even 1.55m, and they pull off clothes really nicely. It's been quite a tumultuous journey having to work with the girls because there is alot of accommodating to do, and it was really great with Beloved when we do not have to worry about having not enough time for changes and worry about locations or how many pieces we have to sell to earn back the money spent for a single shoot. Let me do a little bit of consideration regarding this. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-756083742335219740?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/756083742335219740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/756083742335219740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-is-so-much-on-my-mind-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5471560958621718738</id><published>2010-09-02T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:44:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So I may have screwed myself up this time.. after writing a not-so lengthy apology to the head of dept about missing my assignment deadline (fact is, I didn’t even know there was one!), he very kindly rejected my appeal. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed the deadline for the online quiz, much to my regret, and I wish to appeal for a chance to take the quiz. I've missed the first window and took note to complete the quiz by the second window. However as I was busy completing my assignment for another course, ACC201 over the weekend, it had slipped my mind that I've to complete the stipulated cut-off time. By the time I realise it, it's already too late. I know that forgetting to complete the quiz / being absent-minded is not a good and compelling reason to be given a second chance. I've always been a meticulous student, I do not skip classes and have never failed to submit my assignments ahead of the deadlines. I've always had good results, based on last semester's results and past education records, as I regard my education very seriously. This mistake on my part is a blemish to my clean sheet and I am truly regretful for the oversight. I hope you would be able to graciously give me a second chance even though my reason does not deserve it. I am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so I lied in 2 instances in the above paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;1. I wasn’t busy completing another assignment over the weekend. I was at a birthday party on Saturday and was at the movies on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have skipped classes before. More than once. Hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so I deserved not to be sympathized after all! I’m actually pretty upset that I had so stupidly missed it, and now I’m just hoping I’ll get at least a B for the module. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved sent me a &lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7owagBqRr1qzcjlio1_250.gif"&gt;short clip&lt;/a&gt; and I'm so hooked, I actually watched it play many many many many times, there's just something about silly fat cats that melts my heart and disrupts my functioning senses.. I mentioned to YT that maybe he should fatten Muffin, I love fat animals to a fault!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5471560958621718738?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5471560958621718738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5471560958621718738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-may-have-screwed-myself-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4617544435624450418</id><published>2010-09-01T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T11:21:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Grill &amp; Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;August 9 2009. The photos were dated as such! I thought I was only a few months behind, who knows! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. I'm going to do a review of Sunset Grill and Bar in this post and a year can indeed make or break anything, therefore their standards may have gotten better or worse. I've heard they are closing down to make way for the Aero hub, not sure if they are still around.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Grill &amp; Bar is not easily accessible.. You would have to drive down to the outer-lying pocket of the North-east side of SG and it's a "worst kept secret" of the near-by community. You will drive past rows and rows of colonial houses and people walking their pets. What a beautiful place with equally beautiful addresses. You have street names like Piccadily, Sussex, Knights Bridge, Regent, Oxford, Hyde Park and other London names that makes you want to don a floral dress and carry a weaved picnic basket and find a nice shady spot under the tree and have english tea there and then! You've got to visit before they destroy this charming Old English place.&lt;br /&gt;I do like this place, it's a quaint little old bar that serve up gratifying spicy buffalo wings and their western meals are not the best I've had but still can do. Do note that it's always crowded on weekends and they are likely to turn you away if you do not have a reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place kinda takes me back to scenes I've seen on movies, the alfresco area is furnished with beaten wooden tables and chairs, and choose the tables under the huge tree and enjoy the view of gorgeous sunset if you're there for an early dinner. And if it's your day, you have a good view of planes taking off and touching down, not fogetting we're inside the Seletar airbase. If all tables there are taken, the next best seat would be the garden seats. It can get dark as night falls, but it surely is romantic. The short trees around are lined with miniature christmas lights and really, it's not hard to fall in love with this place. So this night, dinner there was impromptu and all alfresco tables were already taken, so we went indoors. Had to wait abit for our table though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only exception that hits you back to the fact that nothing is perfect, is the infestation of flies! Houseflies surround you like crazy. There's a good chance one might just fly in while you're chewing. Nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to ruin your appetite so let's get to the part where I gush about those buffalo wings. Everyone knows I don't take my meals without chilli and to me, chilli absolutely goes well with everything! So the ultimate level is 30, and because the boys are not up to it, we settled for a level 3. Lousy! I thought to myself that there is no kick at all. Level 3 out of Level 30!? How bland is it going to be? So the first wing went down well, I enjoyed it! But after reaching out for the third wing, my tongue was burning! My nose was running and my cheeks flushed red.. embarrassing! Besides, I had bragged that I would have gone for Level 10 if the boys were not around! They had so much fun taking a dig at me after that. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffalo wings are mind blowing! I cannot imagine going up to Level 30, but apparently there is a wall of fame of those who've licked up Level 30 with only dry bones remaining, and that's alot of people who'd accomplished it! The whole wall, in fact! Just thinking of it makes me want to tear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010910SunsetGrill1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/010910SunsetGrill1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=010910SunsetGrill2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/010910SunsetGrill2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to put in more effort when I write about places I've went to, food that I've tasted etc and I believe it makes for a good read when I write well. Perhaps I should put in more effort when I take pictures of those as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4617544435624450418?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4617544435624450418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4617544435624450418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunset-grill-bar.html' title='Sunset Grill &amp; Bar'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-7536751204280924973</id><published>2010-08-17T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:40:59.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed driving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I imagined I would have started on my assignment tonight, and feeling so over the moon that I have passed my driving test, but no! Here I am, not wanting to start on the assignment because I don't have the mood to! It will be tomorrow then, since I've a broken heart to nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any idea how many people were rooting for me to pass? The whole company (yes! My whole company knows I've driving test today!), my family, my classmates, my toys and my 2 favourite instructors! (Gosh, have I told that many people that I'm taking the test today!? Hurhur) I was having the jitters the whole weekend prior to this. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually called up 9 friends to lament and cry over my failure, right after the test! HAHAHAHAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I struck kerb while doing directional change, couldn't change lane properly (never had such problems in all my 21 sessions before!) whatever could go wrong, went wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved asked me why and how I failed and I told her "Because the tester wanted to see me again lor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GRUMBLE GRUMBLE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm thankful for all the smses of consolation.. I'm really ok now. Know what, my 2 instructors sent me countless smses to check if I was ok. SO sweet! During my warm-up, one even arranged his friend to take me for the driving warm-up and to give me encouragement to calm my nerves! :D And all my babes and dudes who consoled me with their stories of first time failure.. hahaha.. I'm such a baby! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikko, maybe I'll beat that woman who failed 950 times and who knows what I'll get! Oh yes, google for this Korean lady who failed 950Xs, she actually got sponsored with a car by Hyundai Kia! Wooo!~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-7536751204280924973?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7536751204280924973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7536751204280924973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/08/failed-driving.html' title='Failed driving!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-7535336190148746217</id><published>2010-08-16T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:57:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello friends! I'm baaacck! I'm in a good mood today.. My sales surged over the weekend and it's really a good encouragement. :) Just the night before, I said a little prayer to God and had asked him to challenge my faith, with tears in my eyes. He did, and what I got in return was order quantity twice that of the stocks I had. I went online and asked Yikko if he had been praying for me, because I was really surprised when I opened my email. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what spurred me to update today was also due to the fact that I've 2 very nice guys waiting for me to do so! Hahaha, so much so that X.L left me a message on FB, you know, thank you for explaining to me how guys and their cars work, and also your kind words of encouragement! &lt;br /&gt;And Y.X smsed me, saying he's still the no 1 fan of my blog! Awwww, and yes dude, I hardly have time to socialize! How! :( Oh and I actually didn't reply your sms because my hp was off the whole day, no batt! I'll reply you tomorrow~ Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, awhile back, (actually damn long ago!) I had buffet lunch at The M Hotel, and I guess I should have gone for their buffet hotpot dinner instead.. Their lunch standards fell and I was kinda disappointed with the fare. It was quite a far cry from what I had during my 21st birthday with Chun Kiat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=160810Mhotel2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/160810Mhotel2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=160810Mhotel1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/160810Mhotel1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another run of the mill buffet spread.. Do you have any nice places to recommend me? Oh and I would like dimsum recommendations too! I've been eating so much dimsum lately.. scary~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=160810me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/160810me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the first picture was taken on the day of this M hotel buffet, and the 2 photos beside it, just last week. I realise that the way I do my make-up has changed. Before, it was more natural, but I think my face lacks colour.. so now it's more dramatic la. There are so many things in my make-up bag I can't do without, before it was just lip gloss.. oh well I guess when girls get older, there are more flaws to cover up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-7535336190148746217?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7535336190148746217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7535336190148746217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-friends-im-baaacck-im-in-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6066195547644774991</id><published>2010-08-03T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:21:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHC - Scandal magnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm tired of the whole CHC scandal and you shit stirring people! Don't you ever feel tired trying to prove them guilty? I'm aghast at how rude some of their detractors are, and honestly, I feel sorry for the church. Whether the church leaders did disappoint its members or not, it won't be up to you to judge. You probably think that your petty selfishness and ego is nothing compared to what the leaders have done, but that doesn't make you a saint either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left CHC many years ago and if someone asks me back, I am not sure I would (it takes ALOT to go back there). But if you asked me if I believe they would ever do such a thing as misuse of church funds, I'd tell you, "I bet they have no guts." I left, and I left with an impression that those are God-fearing people. So, this sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent until proven guilty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6066195547644774991?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6066195547644774991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6066195547644774991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-tired-of-whole-chc-scandal-and-you.html' title='CHC - Scandal magnet'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2304021069900760839</id><published>2010-07-29T22:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:41:28.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage De La Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What a busy week it has been for me, and excuse me while I gush about the &lt;a href="http://www.rwsentosa.com/language/en-US/EntertainmentNightlife/VoyagedeLaVie"&gt;Voyage De La Vie&lt;/a&gt; premiere! It's Singapore's first circus theatrical spectacular and I love the music! it's kinda like circus rock. Addictive. It was an eye-opener for me and after all, it's my virgin "Cirque du Soleil" show.  The tickets were complimentary by RWS, and we had very good seats. Pan Ling Ling with her husband and kids were seated beside the boy who never smiles, and Zoe Tay with her very adorable Brayden were infront of them. Deputy PM and Minister of Defence were 3 rows infront of us. That's nice. :) Ok, I am not any big shot, and neither is the boy who never smiles. We are as ordinary as can be. You can get our seats at S$128 per ticket or the VIP seats at S$188. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only informed I was going for the show during lunch time the same day, and I am so thankful for being vain ALL THE TIME. I dress up everyday, even if I do not have an event or dinner to go to after work. I just feel good looking good. Hahaha. So I managed to look expensive that night, with my tailored dress and Jinnykim heels. The boy who never smiles was somewhat under-dressed though. He mentioned that he should have worn his smart suit if he had known. I find that funny, I've not seen him in a blazer for years!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=Voyagedelavie1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/Voyagedelavie1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=Voyagedelavie2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/Voyagedelavie2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Chili's for dinner. Service and food were impeccably good, for its price (no service charge too). Tenderloin steak for the lady and a half rack of Honey BBQ Baby back ribs for the gentleman. We were going at our meat like true-blue carnivores, my medium-rare steak was done perfectly. The slab was soft and pink inside and better still,when I knifed it down, there was no blood. I like my steak like that! His baby back ribs was tender and no part of it was left un-marinated. Even the bones smell of honey bbq. This meal is soo good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chilis2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chilis2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chilis1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chilis1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chilis3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chilis3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought their dessert was too sweet for my liking! It's so damn sweet! I ordered the wrong dessert anyway, I had wanted the molten chocolate cake but the wait staff mistook my order for the Chocolate Brownie Sundae. Oh well, next time! We promised a return to Chili's, and if you find it inconvenient to travel down to Sentosa, you can find their other outlet at Tanglin Mall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be because I've not shoppped last month that I'm spending excessively this week. I've already bought myself a pair of heels (I am in love with this, will take pictures soon!), 6 absolutely lovely dresses and had spent S$75 on Tuesday for alteration of the clothes I got from HK. I wanna be standard sized! :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2304021069900760839?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2304021069900760839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2304021069900760839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/07/voyage-de-la-vie.html' title='Voyage De La Vie'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-7900510751962980211</id><published>2010-07-21T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:19:54.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My manufactured designs are out! I kinda am in distress mode now. I can't stop thinking of what will happen should I fail. Am I confident? At this point? No. :(&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh can someone just buy up all the 2 designs from me now, so that I don't have to post it up and wait for the emails to come in? :(&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I never used to feel so scared when Beloved and I manufactured the last 2 designs. Probably cos I knew I was not alone then. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I've been feeling under the weather of late, and I've fallen sick again. Nothing new, as I've always been susceptible to the common flu, sorethroat and fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's funny how things always come full circle. Yesterday, I was talking to the dream boy of the whole of my sec school days. Memories of yester-years came flooding back. I have long forgotten about what happened and I've moved on. I've been in and out of love several times and there's only this one time I've looked back and reminisced the past of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had traumatic love affairs in school and not many friends knew about this. The 2 most incorrigible guys were Jason and Justin. Coincidentally, their initials are J. Argh double hate. So Jason was chasing me back then and I was never interested in him anyway, but back then I remember my girlfriend was into Ken, and so the 4 of us hung out often. I guess I found him really funny later, and everyone knows I've a soft spot for humourous guys. So.. we fell for each other. But he was not making any move and I wonder why. And later I found out from Ken that he's bisexual and has a boyfriend! WTF, do you like girls or guys? I cannot accept it and felt so turned off by the whole thing. And the rest was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't remember if Jason or Justin came first, ya but let's get to Justin now. He had a girlfriend of many many years and he was my Oboe tutor while I was in band. Again, he's a humourous guy. He shared alot of horror stories of his girlfriend (now his wife) to me and I was always there to lend him a shoulder to cry on. Bad idea, because who doesn't know that's how we started? I would spend hours with him on the phone, even till the wee hours of the morning and still go to school the next day feeling so happy because I had spent the previous night talking to him. I was very happy. Yeah and so he asked me out on a date with him. We shared bus rides, food and movie, and I thought we'd work out. I was soooo very wrong. Who would have thought his girlfriend(he lied that they have broken up when in fact, not) attempted suicide by drinking soap. She was rushed to hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of responsibility, he went back to her, I still remember meeting him at Mcdonalds at KK hospital and that was where he told me we couldn't be together. I told myself I never want to hear from him again and deleted all the messages he sent me. Knowing I was very determined to keep him out of my life, this shameless guy still tried to lead me on by sending me gross smses thinking he can have the best of both worlds! What is wrong with you! Just 2 years back, he even msned me that he went back to Cindy partly because she wanted him bad enough and also that she was good in bed. He even insinuated we could have a one night stand if both of us are willing. You're an asshole. What makes you think I would even want to bed you? I find you totally disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course on both occasions, I cried my heart out! But life is good to me.. I've never met jerkish boys anymore and in fact, they are too good to be true. I don't know how I became the non-committed person that I am now, and I've let them down, many many times. Ok but this is another story for another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my dreamboy, he just confessed that I was the guilt of his sec school days and that if he could turn back time, things would have been different. Ok you know what, now you've got me messed up. All the memories come flooding back.. I thought I had closure, so why tell me this now. :( It's very hard to describe in words how I feel right now and I can't continue, but I'll be alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found something that brought back good memories too. This was almost a year back..&lt;br /&gt;The opening of BOB! Unfotch, the business was shortlived and I heard the owners took off with quite a sum from the other blogshops. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=bobreverie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/bobreverie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't my Parkway colleagues sweet? By that time, I had already left the company, and they secretly sent the congratulatory flower stand to the shop. It was a pleasant shock when I went down for the opening. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set of pictures I found in that same folder.. I think I've mentioned many times that I alter 95% of the clothes in my wardrobe.. look at this! Mich and I had a good laugh at her place when we took this! And the aunty did a great job altering my dress, didn't she? It fits like a dream now. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=220710clothes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/220710clothes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=220710clothes2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/220710clothes2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-7900510751962980211?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7900510751962980211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7900510751962980211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-manufactured-designs-are-out-i-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5831111270877697679</id><published>2010-07-04T09:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:48:25.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's a chilly Sunday... and for once, I'm glad to see the sun (everyone knows I have a strained relationship with him). It was pouring the whole of yesterday, the rain never stopped, even after I've gone to bed.. I thought I might wake up somewhere along YCK because my bed has floated out of the house, just like the mannequins that floated out of Hermes. But it didn't happen. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales is bad this week. I still have &lt;del&gt;34&lt;/del&gt; 15 unsold pieces from the latest collection! It's a record breaker of its own. :( Ahh nevermind, Mori Vie will see better days. Sales is always fluctuating and it makes the process interesting like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who never smiles has been zipping around in his new love for some time now, and I must say I love his ride so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=Z4b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/Z4b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zipping around topless makes my hair reaaaalllyy messy too! I had a hard time detangling the strands and I found some strands that ended in knots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=Z4a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/Z4a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing! Crazybid Admin deposited 100 free bids into my account because I've blogged about them! It's so unexpected and sweet of them to do so. THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=crazybids.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/crazybids.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how do they know the account I have with them is mine just by stumbling across my blog! The internet amazes and frightens me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I've used up the bids and I even purchased another $100 of bids which was used up in a mere 1 hour, so that makes it $150 (free bids included).. but I can't win the auction! So what was I bidding on? The 64GB Ipad lor.. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy XIRLYNX who has been bidding for 2.5 consecutive days already.. poor dude must have spent alot besides the 500 free bids that was awarded to him last month for being the top auction bidder. So I think he deserves it more than I do. I hope he wins it! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe he might just stumble across this entry and give the Ipad to me! LOL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5831111270877697679?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5831111270877697679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5831111270877697679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-chilly-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1742351395830491109</id><published>2010-06-22T22:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:42:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;3 friends. They probably have made me really upset / disappointed and thus I am writing this post to vent my anger, or probably to remind myself that I don't want to be upset over it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #1 : Her condescending ways puts me off, quite alot of late. It appears my taste seems so bad especially after seeking her advice. The product loses its appeal almost instantly, is it because she demands too much, or I simply have no standards? Money seems to be the issue of late. I hate comparing moolah because I cannot win in this game, but there are people who won't quit comparing! You've put me down several times in this short span of time where we grew a little closer, and I have feelings too. If you only took that millisecond to think before you blurt out "IT'S SO UGLY!" to anything I fancy (object or living thing alike), we probably can make it very far as more than good friends. Well, if you take me as a benchmark and try to fill the shoes you can't wear (you possibly can), I am by all means, flattered. But, can you please stop it? &lt;br /&gt;I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #2 : He said to me one day " When you open the car door, can you please be extra careful that your accessories not scratch my car?" I was dumbfounded. Is your car more valuable than me? Sorry, I cannot take the ride because I am so damn afraid of damaging your valuable metal. And please, if you are so paranoid my accessories are gonna scratch your car's pretty face, leave it at home, better still if you have a private car porch for it, secured with the latest anti-break in technology or whatever. The world out there is just too dangerous for your baby. I am serious, don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend #3 : Probably the most disappointing because she matters the most. I've seen you around all the time, online. But never once have you said Hi, or asked me how my day was. A simple note from you goes a long way for me, did you know that? Why, are you too busy for that now? Why am I always the one who takes the initiative to talk to you? Didn't you always say you value our friendship alot, so what happened? How come I never hear from you at all? I know you'd probably say " I know you are busy, so I don't wanna disturb you" sounds all too familiar because you've used that a couple of times on me. I'm sorry but I'm afraid the truth is, you're probably too busy for me. I thought I could approach you when I need someone to talk to, but that's no longer the case because you don't understand anymore. I still wish to hear from you no matter what, but maybe you'll only get to see this a long time after this is posted, because I don't matter that much now, not to the extent where you'll read my blog on an almost daily basis like before. I hate to prove that I am right, but it'll probably turn out like that.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any one of you reads this, don't tell me I think too much or I'm too sensitive. I write because I still care about this friendship but I don't know how to put it across to you because it'll make us feel awkward. It beats leaving you on my To Forget List.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1742351395830491109?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1742351395830491109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1742351395830491109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2237900820424256792</id><published>2010-06-22T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:23:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrazyBid Auctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So how come we're never the ones who struck lottery, never the ones who come up with brilliant business concepts, or never the ones who married the man / woman made of gold? Why are we SO DAMN ORDINARY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I direct those questions to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's because I've never in my life bought lottery nor 4D. My cousin struck the 3.2 million lottery. Hmm, what would I do if I had 3.2 million.. in a nutshell, if I were to tell anyone the story of his life, you'd feel that his life is so blessed, I'm envious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I do nothing when I am so stuck in my comfort zone. If I were so entrepreneurial, I would not be meddling with a blogshop, I want something BIG. Best of Blogshops was a brilliant concept until the owners got complacent and expanded too rapidly. But it was still a successful concept. Others followed suit and now we see so many retail shops fronting the blogshop brands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another awesomely brilliant business concept I take my hat off to, is Crazy Bid auctions! Here, you get coveted items like an iPad, DSLR, a holiday to whereever, or even the Universal Studios Annual pass for less than S$100! Sounds so dodgy, no? It's a legitimate business with all items brand new and in mint condition. So how do they earn? Now, here's the catch! You'd have to buy bids in order to bid for your desired auction. Each bid will cost you $0.50, and it increases the price by $0.02 cents. Not just that, it also extends the closing time of the item by 15 seconds. So it's not so easy afterall! All bids start at S$1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a Nikon D5000 is retailing for S$1199 in the market, and the current bid price for it is $70, up from S$1 yesterday afternoon(real time). That means (gasp!) the business currently generates a sales of [(70/0.02 x 0.5)+ 70] = $1820! That's a sheer profit of $621 already. You see how clever this business is! To the mass, S$70 for a S$1199 DSLR seems so worth bidding and everyone wants to try their luck to get the camera. Me? I would very willingly fork out a sum of S$700 for it man! Anything lower means it's a must-get right? But do count the no of bids you've spent on the auction! To the business, it only means they keep raking in the money as long as there are bids! Now, I want to know who this guy who came up with this million dollar concept is!  Check out &lt;a href="https://www.crazybid.sg/"&gt;Crazy Bid Auctions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun bidding but don't get your fingers burnt while placing bids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't have what it takes to marry the man made of gold. The girl for him must be a top-notch model/ socialite, or equal family status or someone famous I guess. But that might not be a bad thing, I want peaceful nights, knowing my man will come home, give me a goodnight peck and hug me to sleep every single night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being so damn ordinary means you'll always have a chance to rise up from the ashes, right? When you've hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up, isn't it? Or you go lower down. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'll blog about friends. Friends who matter.. but my post ain't going to be nice, cos I'm upset with them. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2237900820424256792?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2237900820424256792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2237900820424256792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-bid-auctions.html' title='CrazyBid Auctions'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5502073302584274101</id><published>2010-06-19T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:48:55.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello everyone! I am back from Hong Kong! Ok, I don't exactly feel this excited about being back as my exclamation portrays, in fact, I wish I woke up another day in HK, just the same as all the other holidays I've taken, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break from editing the photos for tomorrow's launch (this is a very tedious process that I hate!) and perhaps I should talk a little about my virgin holiday with the girlfriends x ZJ x YT, before I get too busy and much of what I remember is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been so busy, truth to be told, I was relying on the girls to plan the itinerary because the last thing I wanted was to get bothered over my holiday. Mel was just perfect! It's as if she lived in HK! I am amazed at how she navigated the streets with ease. See, I need to travel with people like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, I'm not one who fancies HK food, really. I dislike HK cafes here, their menus do not whet my appetite one bit. Of course you may say that it's not fair to compare the HK style food we're having here with that of HK, but I don't like their food all that much there anyway! The only food I absolutely heart while there is the dimsum from Chao Inn and desserts from 许留山. Now I understand what the rave was all about when people tell me nothing beats HK's dimsum. I second this! I swear I don't mind yum-cha-ing there every day for these! Oh and on the topic of food, I came back missing my chilli padi a hell lot! They don't serve chilli padi there and having it means I'll have to add HK$20! Neither did I fancy the bubbletea there all that much as well, though I pestered them to take me to the bubbletea kiosk everyday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids are soooo heavy right now and yes, I should go to bed. I'll continue on my HK story tomorrow when I'm free. Ruth and Mel, please send me the pretty pictures of all of us k! *Love*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=Victoria-Peak.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/Victoria-Peak.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5502073302584274101?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5502073302584274101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5502073302584274101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-everyone-i-am-back-from-hong-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6533593925016499234</id><published>2010-06-11T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T02:58:51.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Have I mentioned I love sourcing trips? It's just like shopping but you don't shop for yourself during sourcing trips. So far, I've been to 2 sourcing trips last year, and today will be the 3rd one. There's just so much to expect and I've a flight to catch at 10am later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my first sourcing trip with Beloved. Two girls lugging this a huge luggage around, it's damn heavy! The place where we got our stocks from was huge! We were initially so excited about it but towards the end, we just wanted to go home! We lugged and tugged, walked and dragged out feet.. all we wanted was a good bath and a good sleep! :) You see, we had barely 3 hours of sleep and we had to get up early! We both suffered from water retention, our faces look swollen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we felt so thrashed out, all we had for dinner that day was a bun. Yes, we shared ONE bun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to be the last sourcing trip with Beloved, but no, I am not upset.. in fact the both of us are probably happier now? And it might be a blessing in disguise since we both get to earn more now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just thought I'd blog before I leave, I can make up for that beauty rest when I'm onboard the plane later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all next week!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=sourcingtrip1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/sourcingtrip1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=sourcingtrip3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/sourcingtrip3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6533593925016499234?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6533593925016499234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6533593925016499234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-i-mentioned-i-love-sourcing-trips.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4518580381936431929</id><published>2010-05-30T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T02:31:38.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm just done with the invoicing and am surprisingly still wide awake. The exams are finally over and I've some cool news that I wanna share. I am very close to owning a Chanel!!! Honestly I doubt I'm able to afford one here.. even if I can, I wouldn't! I trust Dawn's currently oohing and ahhing over there at Europe and she's kindly asked me if I wanted anything there. Then she added, "the 2.55 is 3K+ Ashley!" Yes I know 3K is very expensive still and I feel a tug at the heartstrings.. it's not like 3K comes easy. However how can I resist the temptation knowing that the bag costs $4.6K locally? Besides, it's due to increase in June. (see, I've done my research) If I can appreciate the Miu Miu, I sure can appreciate a Chanel.. I think. Now, if only I can decide which to get.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy who never smiles says "Of course get the most classic one la!" but classic is not really practical! I am considering a Grand Shopping Tote or the Petite TImeless Tote or maybe the most classic la.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've until June 4th to think about it, so let me think for a few more days! Friends if you're reading this and you want to get your bags at 1K or so less, let me know. Dawn has agreed to help me bring in another 1 or 2 more bags if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chanel.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chanel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Credits to Purse blog forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Someone else just spent on a big ticket item and I be he can't sleep tonight! The boy who never smiles sold his RX8 and bought a Z4! I'm so envious.. I also want... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lights off! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4518580381936431929?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4518580381936431929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4518580381936431929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-just-done-with-invoicing-and-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3260415298277933574</id><published>2010-05-20T01:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:01:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today I read that HWC's owner blogged about me/Mich (in fact it should be both of us)a month or so, back. I had no idea! I don't read others' blog but am not willing to disclose this innocent, inquisitive person who asked "Is she talking about Reverie's owner?" So this is what she wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then this VERY AWESOME SLUT.&lt;br /&gt;she self assume im the one who's selling the work items.&lt;br /&gt;RIPPED OFF MY PRIVATE PHOTOS FROM MY BLOG&lt;br /&gt;and give it to supplier's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ripped off MY OWN PHOTO.&lt;br /&gt;fine, i got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;why must you take the one with nel xuan &amp; mdk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY,&lt;br /&gt;I BECAME MARRIED WITH A BABY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care what you do with my pic.&lt;br /&gt;but this is my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;i really dislike it when u include pics of my bf / niece.&lt;br /&gt;WHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come on.&lt;br /&gt;ur blogshop is doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;URE ACTUALLY AFRAID OF COMPETITION?&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me ure inferior / insecure.&lt;br /&gt;ure just plain GREEDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my say now. FIrst of all, if we did wrong by taking your photos, we apologise for intruding your privacy. Choosing the picture with your bf and the baby was not intentional. We did not sit down to choose which picture of yours to take. Why didn't you ask us what made us do it? When the suppliers were forcing us to price those dresses ONLINE at $60+, whereas your blogshop and others got away with pricing the same items at $30+, how do you think we felt? We don't blame you for pricing however you want,  but we do take it against our supplier for mishandling the entire matter, causing us alot of distress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner probably knew we had the same items, and priced at least $2-3 (you know that is alot to the customers right) lower than us, so how are we to sell off our dresses then? That supplier promised not to supply the same items we took to the other blogshops and yet, HWC had the same items as us following our feedback to them. Do you know how many pieces of stocks were left unsold because of this issue? It's 20 pieces per design my dear. We still have the dresses up till this day, and that's why we got angry with the supplier for lying to us. We took the issue up to them again, and they wanted proof, so we had to show them your blogshop's link and your pictures (we got your blog add then, from a quick search on google). It was never our intention to do HWC in. All we wanted was for the supplier to settle the matter fairly. Our point is, if they want to clamp down on blogshops selling their clothes so low online, don't keep hitting at Reverie alone, it should also be applied to the rest. We get the same problems from the work-wear suppliers EVERY SINGLE TIME. Why, being compliant had caused us our reputation and now, Reverie is being labeled as being "too expensive and overpriced". All the hard work put in to build the business, seem wasted overnight. We had our fair share of customers complaining! Do we not feel upset? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about us being greedy and afraid of competition or have issues with security? We never meant to eliminate competition (is that even possible?). Ask the supplier, did they allow us to sell at $30+ for the dresses? No. TSD &amp; JDC faced the same issue too, with the supplier forcing them to price $50-$60. Did we have a say as to how much we wanted to earn? No. If anything, complying to our supplier's demands to pricing the clothes at $50-$60+ then, was our biggest mistake. A MAJOR MISTAKE. You admitted your sales or your partner's is like peanuts, and we priced our items the same price range as you girls did, is that being greedy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stir shit up, because I feel we might have been victims of our supplier's unreasonable requests to up the prices. This is the impression I got after talking to TSD's owner. You are not alone. I always believe, better to have one more friend in the circle, than another enemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see HWC as a rival, nor any other blogshops. It's absurd. Anyone else can come up stronger and better than Reverie, anytime. Wouldn't it be very stressful to keep hunting down blogshops that have the same items as us? Who are we to do that anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a top from HWC last week by the way. So you see.. no hard feelings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3260415298277933574?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3260415298277933574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3260415298277933574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-i-was-told-that-hwcs-owner.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5169735002179044470</id><published>2010-05-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:52:22.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;After this post and after tonight, I will have to hit the books and boy, how I hope the exams will be over soon.. and I've got to find time to test my new website, any volunteers? Haha, see how lazy I can get? I have to get it up in June, by hook or by crook.. the shopping cart functions will be deactivated so that the dolls can familiarize themselves with the website, rather than I throw in too many changes and they get scared off by my re-branding efforts, definitely don't want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too pleased with my home studio, I still lack good lighting. Need to do something about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also looking forward to May 15th, the Moschino inspired dress! I'm feeling a little jittery to be honest, because if I cannot clear all those pieces, girlfriends be warned.. all of you will be getting that same dress for your birthday for the next 3 years! Maybe I'll be kind to wrap a different colour for each year! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I promised night 2 of Reverie mistresses at the SAM flea, so here goes! Both of us went in matchy matchy outfits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea8-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea8-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have barely set up our table for an hour and it poured heavily!!! All my shoes! All wet! And I even brought back shoes with the other pair missing.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep changing my hairstyle recently, I wonder why.. From untouched hair to curls and then I kept my fringe long, and coloured it to ash grey and then I sport bangs and now, I got sick of all of that.. and I rebonded my hair and am keeping my side swept fringe again. It's going to be a showcase of narcissism, but if you like me enough, you wouldn't mind, would you? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=hairstyles1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/hairstyles1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=hairstyles2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/hairstyles2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5169735002179044470?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5169735002179044470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5169735002179044470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/05/after-this-post-and-after-tonight-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4027662300816869604</id><published>2010-04-28T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:04:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am a Paul n Joe and La Senza junkie, but not yet an ardent one as I have their competitors in my wardrobe and make-up case too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=PNJLaSenza.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/PNJLaSenza.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the number of bras I bought in the past year! I hate it when the sales girl always manages to convince me to get the same design in different colours, all because I can't decide which is prettier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I find it very hard to resist PnJ as every item come beautifully packaged. I can't seem to find my nail polishes from them, must have forgotten them when I moved house. I missed out on the Christmas edition, while my friends got me the Disney Collection for my birthday which I love so much! Thank you! So now, I am going to get hold of Summer 2010's range. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=PNJ-spring-2010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/PNJ-spring-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=PNJ-spring-2010b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/PNJ-spring-2010b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=PNJ-summer-2010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/PNJ-summer-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=PNJ-summer-2010b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/PNJ-summer-2010b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a website like theirs so badly! They have cleverly used arresting colour palettes for their website and all the hues together don't make the site gawdy, in fact, I love that it projects such a delicate and breezy feel. Makes me feel pretty instantly just by using their products, wonderful, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure TZJ rocks will do a fantastic job on the website.. I'll be getting to that very soon, so watch this space! I know how I've not had the time to blog and I've accumulated months of backlog entries.. hopefully I'll quit my job soon (again!) and then I'll have more time for myself. This crazy schedule is eating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the HK trip in June, and hopefully China trip in July if my timetable is not out by then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out! &lt;3 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4027662300816869604?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4027662300816869604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4027662300816869604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-paul-n-joe-and-la-senza-junkie-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3350341917418447341</id><published>2010-04-08T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:33:16.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Beloved wrote this one year ago :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Miss Ashley is getting more and more princessy. She's a food taster, full time shopper, nail arts lover and definitely a shoes collector. And I know she loves me the most, LOL! SO DO I! I hope we can make our "dream" comes true together. My dear, I'm always with you and we will definitely make it one day. *HUG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  Ash ♥ Mich ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choked up. We do care alot for each other, don't we? I am always there for her (unless she doesn't want me around) and I know she's always backing me up in whatever path I choose to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true I love this darling friend of mine, and it will be true that our dreams will materialize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you've got to come back soon before you vanish out of my life! Clock is ticking. You know how I am, out of sight, out of mind! Hahaha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3350341917418447341?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3350341917418447341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3350341917418447341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/04/beloved-wrote-this-one-year-ago-my.html' title='Michelle'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1982972011286439412</id><published>2010-04-06T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:40:58.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAM Night Flea</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ash and Mich were at a flea! If it's not held at night, we wouldn't be there! And that's why this flea was perfect for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the crowd and the sea of clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories made everything there a very happy affair! We had so much fun and our virgin experience as a flea vendor turned out mighty fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our booth is lovely. :) The little table we had was just enough for my shoes, headbands, posters and earrings. And we cornered it with a semi-circle rack.. so cosy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her hair, pretty huuh? Styled by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=samflea8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/samflea8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would do this all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space for night 2. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Baby I miss you dearly, I really do. I miss the times we dyed and cut our hair together, I miss eating banmian with you, and most of all, I miss my darling Reverie partner and my best friend. I wish you only the best in all that you pursue, and most of all, happiness. Didn't you say we must live the taitai life together? I am still waiting. Come back soon. :'( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1982972011286439412?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1982972011286439412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1982972011286439412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/04/sam-night-flea.html' title='SAM Night Flea'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4885167218373375759</id><published>2010-03-28T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:53:15.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I haven't been blogging for some time, have I? Why do I make myself work so hard? Whatever for?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is work(volume is extremely high!), there is school (and unless I keep up with 8 modules a year, graduating within 3 years is impossible), there is Reverie(I'm handling this business 100% now, no more weekends for me. as there is collection of stocks twice a week, photoshoot, pictures and measurement posting, packing of items and mailing. On top of that, I'm doing a major overhaul of the looks and system, alot to be done), then there is the Driving practical (I'm hoping to get my license soonest, that means all available days are reserved for driving now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to be this busy? Whatever am I working so hard for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would I want it any other way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4885167218373375759?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4885167218373375759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4885167218373375759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-havent-been-blogging-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1445234232619287999</id><published>2010-03-10T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:15:55.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; What happened this morning :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol called to say that she has problems with leave application and asked me to go over to take a look. Well, pretty common case. Might as well pass them some biscuits. &lt;br /&gt;When I went over, Joanne stood up and walked towards the exit, I assumed she was going for a smoke break. I followed her but later realised she was not going down, but was in the meeting room with CK!&lt;br /&gt;CK presented me with a bouquet of flowers and I exclaimed "Are you proposing to me!??" &lt;br /&gt;That totally caught me by surprise, and it's really sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was nearing noon, the guard kept announcing through the PA system for me to go down to the reception. I was thinking " How many more guys do I have to interview!! Ahhh" But I was greeted with another bouquet of roses, and it wasn't too hard guessing who it came from. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sms wishes came in, calls came in to ask me out for a celebration and then, I now have a calendar scrawled with dinner dates. I like it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's even that 1min 2s long distance call from Yikko, I really couldn't ask for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all my friends, it's my blessing to have friends like all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Shangri La's The Line, sponsored by the boy who never smiles, and Wednesday is Grill Day. I have to tell you that their buffet has a marvelous spread. There is a 55% discount in celebration of The Line's 5th birthday next week, I do not know if the promo has any terms and conditions attached but 55% is ALOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=theline.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/theline.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1445234232619287999?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1445234232619287999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1445234232619287999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2497621752080194377</id><published>2010-03-09T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:12:12.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I must have run over 100 taxi drivers in my previous life (if I had one)! Why do I always meet nasty taxi drivers!!? All I said was "Uncle go straight" and he turned left. Shortly after, he told me off and said I didn't tell him earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely was not anticipating drama to unfold within a less than 10 minutes ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME? NO ONE ASKED YOU TO TURN, SO WHY DID YOU TURN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then raised his voice at me and said something about him living in AMK and that he knows the area very well, and some other stuff which I can't remember, all this while, still shouting at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my cool and told him firmly (but not rudely), "OK now that you've turned left, find an alternative shortest route back, no point arguing. Why are you so agitated anyway? Meeting a pleasant one seems to be a rare find these days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't say anything but I knew he couldn't wait to drop me off, at the speed he was traveling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. I swear once I get my licence, I will drive myself around! No more public transport. It's almost always a nightmare everytime I step into a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year's birthday, the people around me are not by my side, Mich has gone back to Ipoh, Yikko is back in Sydney, my girlfriends are busy and we'll only get to meet next week. And because of impending assignment deadlines, I am forced to stay home and I'm unable to have a JAM gathering anytime this week. As for the boy who never smiles, I don't know if he knows tomorrow is my birthday, his came and went just like that. Mine might be the same. My family members are probably occupied else they would have planned ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I should take heart that though I am alone, I am never lonely. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="#E77471"&gt;Update : I met up with Jevon tonight to do Statistics assignment together, and towards the end of the night while we have packed up to leave, he presented me with a red paper bag (from a renowned Jeweler) and said, "This is for you, Happy Birthday!" It left me speechless, I whacked his arm, which I have no idea why I did so. Too happy, maybe. I was not expecting someone whom I've known for a short 5 weeks to remember my birthday, let alone get me a gift. I feel so special. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jevon, I love the necklace and thank you for making my day. I'm sorry for that whack too!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2497621752080194377?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2497621752080194377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2497621752080194377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-must-have-run-over-100-taxi-drivers.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2653553946287800214</id><published>2010-03-08T09:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:33:37.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marutama Ramen ; Verner Panton</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I kinda miss the days when I had nothing but time on my side. These days, I've been  too busy, my friends tell me they want to lend me time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others slog away in their little office cubicle, the girlfriends made leisure trips to places we have not gone in a long time, such as the Singapore art museum. We had nice lunches too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marutama Ramen at The Central is definitely worth re-visiting. They boast two flavourful soups, one spicy and the other, chicken base. The yaki charsiew is delectable! We wanted more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/?action=view&amp;current=marutamavp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/marutamavp1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to foodieah for the pictures on the 2nd row. I needed to find more appetising pictures of that bowl of ramen as I just have to tempt you! All pictures in this post were snapped using LG KM900. I still feel LG's mobiles have the best camera function. The are not grainy or blur like the other brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verner Panton. Any idea who he is? He is Denmark's most influential furniture and interior designer. Verner Panton IS psychedelic art. I adore his use of asymmetrical shapes and vibrant colour palettes in his works. It feels like they are made for people like myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/?action=view&amp;current=marutamavp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/marutamavp2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/?action=view&amp;current=marutamavp3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/marutamavp3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum's lighting is very dim, and I did not capture his work, Phantasy Landscape Version II well. (Okay.. we were not supposed to bring a camera in, so everything was very sneaky, I remember! We had so much time sneaking shots, climbing around the curves for interesting shots and giggling like little school girls all the time in there!) In proper lighting conditions, it really looks like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/luxxylux/2305788083/"&gt;Verner Panton Phantasy Landscape Version II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/?action=view&amp;current=marutamavp4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/marutamavp4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/?action=view&amp;current=marutamavp5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/me/marutamavp5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no models, but you know.. the walkway looks way too plain with those fantastic swinging chandeliers above. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I know some people just hate it when I am nicer than they expect me to be. People who have been resorting to desperate measures to keep me out. Oh well, I have no time for you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2653553946287800214?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2653553946287800214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2653553946287800214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-kinda-miss-days-when-i-had-nothing.html' title='Marutama Ramen ; Verner Panton'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3235774899088447551</id><published>2010-02-17T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:22:14.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RWS Casino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=cnyorange.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/cnyorange.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyway I was at RWS' Casino the last 2 nights and it was huge, albeit half the playing floor was open for games. My few grouses are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are there so few toilet cubicles!? Even the guys had to queue to pee. The boy who never smiles said that this is something new to him, never in his life did he have to queue at the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;2. The drinks counter is damn far away from the non-smoking playing area. &lt;br /&gt;3. How come there are no servers around? They are everywhere in Genting's casino. I was so thirsty most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why is the Lamborghini only for the Jackpot winner? Can't it be open to everyone? We are also gambling, even if it's not at the Jackpot machines what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all's good. It was a pleasant experience. Would I pay to go in again? YES, OF COURSE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3235774899088447551?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3235774899088447551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3235774899088447551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/02/rws-casino.html' title='RWS Casino'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3667164671747433910</id><published>2010-02-14T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:16:40.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=cny2010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/cny2010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3667164671747433910?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3667164671747433910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3667164671747433910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/02/photobucket.html' title='Chinese New Year 2010!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8756815213591991809</id><published>2010-02-05T23:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:30:40.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHA4798E</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I quarreled with a taxi driver.. yes, again. I am NOT quarrelsome, I swear! Somehow I just keep running into rotten taxi drivers. The word rotten is such an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved and I boarded a cab from Paya Lebar and we made it clear that we were heading to 2 places, Rangoon Rd and then to Yio Chu Kang. He acknowledged with a nod and drove off to our first destination. While Beloved was alighting, I told him to wait for AWHILE. "My friend is going in to grab a bag for me and then we can go" That's exactly what I told him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idiot of a taxi driver told me "Nonono I can't wait. You didn't tell me we have to wait. I am leaving, please pay the cab fare and get another taxi." He then stopped the meter before I could speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME! NOW YOU REALLY GOT ME ALL FIRED UP. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHEN I AM ANGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I shouted at him. "I am not making you wait for more than 5 minutes. Why can't you wait?! I told you in the first place that we are going to 2 places! I am not getting down, you either send me back to YCK or I am not getting off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He repeated that I didn't tell him we had to wait. And at this juncture, Beloved came out with the bag and heard our argument. It took her LESS THAN A MINUTE to run in and get the bag out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's out, it's not even one minute, are you going or not?" And he said that he has finished his shift and won't be able to go to YCK. I was soooo angry I yelled, "Fine! You can forget about me paying the cabfare!" And he threatened to call the police!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yayaya, you go ahead and call the police! Now you're being damn unreasonable and this does not make sense to me. Where's the logic? Don't give me shit that I didn't tell you you have to wait and use that as an excuse because you don't want to go to YCK. You said you cannot even wait for ONE MINUTE and now you want to call the police? Yes go ahead, even if I have to wait for one hour for the police to show up, I'll wait with you! If you can wait for the traffic lights for one minute, what's less than a minute to you?? Call the police now, or do you want me to make the call instead?!!" Even Beloved felt that he's just being ridiculous and she also spoke up for me. I was shouting, Beloved was shouting.. so what is he going to do with two very fierce girls? The funny part here is that while the 3 of us were yelling away, a handful of Bangladeshis were already behind Beloved (as she was standing outside the taxi door)looking on in curiosity. They dispersed very quickly after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he knew that he was already pushing his luck with us, and he said " OK you go, get lost, get lost." AHHHHHHH!! Hearing that made my blood boil! I am not someone you want to be around with when I am angry, I will chew everyone's head off! My temperament is still very bad even though I try very hard to change.. I'm really trying ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I slammed the door shut, I told him "Then I hope you die on the road."&lt;br /&gt;As I recap what happened, I think it's very harsh of me to say that even though I was not in the wrong and even though at that time, I really did think he should just drop dead. For that, I apologise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always have to run into such sickening taxi drivers! Anyway, if you had read the article on Straits Times regarding taxi drivers who wrongfully collect CBD charges at non CBD locations... yalah the person who feed-backed was me.. But why would you all think that I would do such an auntie thing as to call in and complain? I didn't! The reporter approached me as she had read my story here. If running that article benefits the masses, why not? No one should be a victim of others who do not understand what principles stand for and what ethics are! HMPH! *Stomps my size 3 foot*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8756815213591991809?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8756815213591991809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8756815213591991809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-quarreled-with-taxi-driver.html' title='SHA4798E'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-509769632700122115</id><published>2010-02-04T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:22:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;All my dear friends, thank you for your support and love. What great friends I have! You'd be happy to know that I am OKAY! I had been nursing a bruised heart for so long that I refuse to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask myself, if problems will go away on their own, then why do they even come in the first place? Not that my problem no longer cease to exist, it still does and I am pretty sure it will evolve to another problem, but right now, I'm taking things a step at a time and see how things pan out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a short trip up to Chin Swee Caves Temple, that place is a bigger and more interesting version of our Haw Par Villa. The latter was interesting when it had the water roller coaster, then it became a plain old park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Chin Swee Caves Temple? It is a short drive away from Genting's First World Hotel. You can take the shuttle bus from the hotel. The highlights of the temple are the giant statues of Buddha and Guanyin. I went "Wow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chinswee5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chinswee5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick there and without the necessary eyeliner and lipstick, I think I look very pale and haggard. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chinswee1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chinswee1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture because Guanyin's finger tips glow! Enlightenment huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chinswee3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chinswee3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chinswee4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chinswee4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=chinswee2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/chinswee2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=040201dress.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/040201dress.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I do to my dresses.. Both dresses are tagged size XS, the difference is, the dresses placed on the left have been altered to fit me while the right ones are my original pieces for sale at Reverie. While you spend a certain amount on clothes, I spend twice your sum, so take heart.. Each piece I alter is enough to buy myself another dress. Don't believe me? Take the Rose Whirl dress for example, I spent $38 for its alteration! As long as it fits. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-509769632700122115?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/509769632700122115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/509769632700122115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-my-dear-friends-thank-you-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5494928478261708936</id><published>2010-01-19T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:03:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nights of crying won't make me feel better nor will it help me to let go, I'm seeking for a direction, in which I know will be good for myself but I can't seem to reason enough if it is right. &lt;br /&gt;I've cried till my eyes are both red and swollen, cried till the skin under my eyes sting because of the abrasion from the tear wiping, be it by my tee or tissue or hands.  &lt;br /&gt;If there is anything I have in abundance, that is tears. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5494928478261708936?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5494928478261708936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5494928478261708936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/01/nights-of-crying-wont-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-853848461779781378</id><published>2010-01-09T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:15:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;As some of you already know, Woofie passed away on Tuesday morning and I came to terms with her passing only later in the day and I couldn't stop sobbing.  I believe we'll all look at her favourite sleeping spot in a different way now. It brought alot of tears to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog who was not the most obedient around, who hates walking and protests by sitting in the middle of the road refusing to budge, or walks the other direction despite the pulling, the non-confrontational dog who allows Mini to steal her bone without a fight,the dog who always sits by our feet when we're watching tv or reading the papers. That dog with the permanent mischievous look and forever disheveled fur, who barks at others just for a pat on the head, will always be in our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure if Woofie could choose again, she would want the family as her owners again. She spent her 9.5 years well and never short of love. Everyone loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my aunt would say "If you don't behave, I beat you, beat very hard" to Woofie when she's misbehaving and I find that very endearing. Even Mich also remembers that catchphrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post some memories about her and hopefully I'd be strong enough not to end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=woofie1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/woofie1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=woofie4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/woofie4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=woofie3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/woofie3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=woofie2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/woofie2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini misses her friend so much that when the guys came to collect Woofie for cremation, she jumped up onto the van and refused to get down. She hasn't been her usual self too, stopped chasing the birds, and ate very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=woofie5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/woofie5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=woofie6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/woofie6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=woofie7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/woofie7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woofie, I miss you so so much.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;We love you baby, you little heart-stealer. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-853848461779781378?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/853848461779781378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/853848461779781378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-some-of-you-already-know-woofie.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1214611682225673302</id><published>2010-01-03T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:10:07.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marmalade Pantry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year everyone! It's 2010 already and I'm determined to make this my year!&lt;br /&gt;School will start in a matter of days, and I am not sure if I am liking it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's 2010, you'll still be looking at some 2009 pictures here for awhile (or maybe for the next half year!).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's looking back at June 2009, Marmalade Pantry entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dined at Palais Renaissance, but it is now relocated to Ion Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=marmaladepantry1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/marmaladepantry1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=marmaladepantry2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/marmaladepantry2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think much of the food, however, the ambience is pretty good for sweet young darlings like ourselves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=marmaladepantry3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/marmaladepantry3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=marmaladepantry4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/marmaladepantry4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girlfriends swear that Marmalade Pantry's Sticky Date dessert(last pic) is the best. Don't ask me what I think, I always rate desserts very badly. Hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to scoot and settle some things now, this will suffice for the next couple of days. I'll be back!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1214611682225673302?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1214611682225673302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1214611682225673302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2010/01/marmalade-pantry.html' title='Marmalade Pantry'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-598332291526442387</id><published>2009-12-19T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:41:56.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chiam had a make-over! I love what I see and hope you do too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's almost Christmas, I need to get my nails zhng-ed like how I usually do every year.. and how I love what Clara did to them! She customised the pink acrylic, and I have to say it's really sweet, plus all that bling, darling you stole my heart. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=191209nails.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/191209nails.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the most expensive set I've spent on so far, I guess there's no pricetag that's too big for love right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the nails, I've got to settle my hair cos the roots are showing and it's one of my pet peeve. Hei saw my nails and his opening sentence was "Wahh beautiful nails! So how do you wash your hair like that?" Hahhaa the concerns of a hair guru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=haircurled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/haircurled.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you like what you see? ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-598332291526442387?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/598332291526442387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/598332291526442387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/12/everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8007403621148856618</id><published>2009-12-14T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:46:19.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinny Kim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=jinnykim2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/jinnykim2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8007403621148856618?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8007403621148856618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8007403621148856618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/12/jinny-kim.html' title='Jinny Kim'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5638694213762799791</id><published>2009-12-08T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:05:16.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Market spoilers - My bane</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Finally settled the pricing issues with supplier. With the market spoiler out of the picture, I have enough peace of mind to go about my usual routine. You cannot imagine how I kept fretting over the matter and how angry I was when I found out our supplier was still supplying the other blogshop despite us telling them that should they still continue to supply, we will stop getting stocks from them and cancel every single order we've committed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we'd rather cut off ties with this supplier than cave in to the market spoilers who have zero sense of appreciation for the merchandise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot have it our way, we won't want it any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5638694213762799791?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5638694213762799791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5638694213762799791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/12/market-spoilers-my-bane.html' title='Market spoilers - My bane'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4460444726841969044</id><published>2009-12-06T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:15:37.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ahhhhh I am feeling very unsettled!! Recently those things that I've really wanted so badly have been taken off the shelves and I would be really grateful to anyone who can provide me with info on how to get hold of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it's the Chanel double C earrings and necklace, in silver / gold tone. When I went down to the boutique last week, I was told the particular design has been discontinued! &lt;br /&gt;And I think I hear hearts breaking.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next one is this pair of Jinny Kim heels! I saw this 2 months ago and totally fell in love with it, however I didn't get it as I was convinced that I will be able to find a better one. And besides, who the hell is Jinny Kim!? &lt;br /&gt;I now hate myself for being so ignorant! Why didn't I know better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=jinnykim.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/jinnykim.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I wanted to pay twice the price for the same pair now, it will forever be out of my reach because every pair is handmade. AAAAHHHHHH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story : The regret that follows after a purchase comes second to the regret of a purchase that you did not make, and will never get the chance to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH! :( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4460444726841969044?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4460444726841969044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4460444726841969044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhhh-i-am-feeling-very-unsettled.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-7204976632168782019</id><published>2009-12-01T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:20:42.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Alright, listen up! I think everyone ought to know this! You'd thank me soon, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that if you board a cab from Ion Orchard's taxi stand, you do not have to pay CBD surcharge of $3 even though you are inside the CBD? On the contrary, if you board the cab from Wisma Atria's,Takashimaya's,Shaw's, Lucky Plaza's or FEP's (all but a stone's throw from Ion) taxi stand, you have to pay the surcharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know it, spread the word and don't get cheated by errant taxi drivers, like how I almost did! I boarded a SMRT cab over the weekend and once the cab was out of the taxi stand, the uncle pressed a button below the meter and kicked in the $3 CBD surcharge. Because I knew that there wouldn't be this surcharge if you hailed a cab from Ion Orchard, I politely asked if he had been mistaken about the charge. He brushed me off by saying that we are in the CBD area and even produced a map. He even added "I've been ferrying passengers from Ion ever since it opened its doors (of course his language command was not like that, think Singaporean)why wouldn't I know better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I even had doubts if I was wrong, but then again, I've hired cabs from Ion so many times and never once was I charged, I couldn't have been wrong.. then I thought it might be SMRT's policy as those I took before were Citycab's flight of taxis. But.. all the more it wouldn't make sense because the taxi companies here work as a cartel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the uncle figured I was into deep thought about the matter, so he turned up the radio to break my thoughts, I suppose. The more I thought about it, the more unsettled I got, it's not about paying $3 more but more of whether the uncle was out to cheat my money! Therefore I made a call to SMRT to enquire. You should have seen how fidgety the taxi uncle was when he heard me say "Hi, I would like to know if I've to pay the CBD surcharge if I board your cab from Ion Orchard's taxi stand?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After verifying the vehicle no, I changed to speaker mode so that the uncle could hear the answer. When I got the operator's "No" as an affirmation, I added "Your driver here is insisting that there is a surcharge and he's making me pay for it." She then said in a firm tone "We apologise for his actions Ms Ashley, but don't worry, we will file a report against him. Please make sure to collect your receipt and come back to us should he make you pay the surcharge." At this point, he interrupted and said "Ok no charge, no charge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I had just thwarted his plan to cheat me and it makes me wonder how many times he had cheated folks who are not in the know! I told my friends and apparently they all had no idea too, thus I got provoked into putting this post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you've just gotten a little more street-smart through me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've new headbands and I'm really loving them though I feel that the black net headband is most suited for occasions like.. funerals...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=011209headbands1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/011209headbands1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=011209headbands2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/011209headbands2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-7204976632168782019?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7204976632168782019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7204976632168782019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-listen-up-i-think-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8604157478370221172</id><published>2009-11-21T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:01:55.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miu Miu Matelasse Avorio</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I just got a new handbag and truth be told, I'm not crazy over it as I'd love to when I brought it back. I'm not saying it was an impulse buy. I like the bag, it's really beautiful with all that ruche and the gold tone hardware clasp-lock on nude. I also like that the handles are braided, but I didn't love it all that much. In fact, I had been crushing for a Bow satchel, however the colours available in store were difficult to love. I'm no bagaholic and it did take me quite a long while to settle for this and I didn't want to wait for the next batch of the creamy colour palette, as that would take too long! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=miu-miu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/miu-miu.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bag needs endless amount of tender loving care, I've to baby it alot! I even bought the rain &amp; stain repellent and leather conditioner by Apple brand. It's very unlike me as I'm more of a fuss-free person and a lazy-bone too! Those who own leather bags, you can get your cleaning agents &lt;a href="http://www.lovingyourbags.com/2009/07/loving-your-bags-products.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the good thing about it is that feelings start to get invested into the bag whenever I fuss about the stains and even more so when I receive compliments from so many people, makes me feel good about making this my choice bag. Now, I dare say that I think I've fallen for my Miu Miu. &lt;3 So Esme was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I also mention, the smell of new leather gets me lost in reverie everytime! Ahhhhhh.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8604157478370221172?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8604157478370221172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8604157478370221172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/11/miu-miu-matelasse-avorio.html' title='Miu Miu Matelasse Avorio'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1502052499355390071</id><published>2009-11-10T09:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:18:42.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two weeks have been miserable for me and things haven't been a bed of roses.. the minute issues and the major ones.. all got me pretty upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Had issues with supplier (again!) How many times do I have to go through this? A retail owner complained to our supplier that one of our customer feedbacked to her Reverie is selling the same dress at a much lower price online. And we found out who that person was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All dresses from the supplier will have to be put and sold in the shop, at a much higher price.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Poor meals management. Gastric. Makes me more moody because I hate not being able to eat decently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Samples for manufactured dress is not even here after more than a month of waiting. I don't think it'll be ready for the festive season. That's very upsetting because I really hope to bank in on the shopping peak period. It's 100 pieces! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Best of Blogshops. Sigh.. I have no idea where to even begin about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I see a growing number of problematic customers who are really quarrelsome, after the last one (refer to last blog entry), another sprouted out and I just feel like banging the table , carry it and throw it out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Had problems with my laptop for 2 days. Was able to connect to internet, was able to use MSN, but I can't use my browsers, both IE and Firefox. Received help from Yikko, Yanfei and CheeYong. They are the best force I have. But yet they couldn't fix the bug. Read up on this problem, seems like it's a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Out of desperation, I sent my laptop for reformatting. Was told that it is 100% a virus running inside. Paid $150. Don't ask me why I couldn't reformat it on my own. There're some things I won't scrimp on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When reformatted laptop returned, I still had the same problem! Still couldn't browse sites on my browsers. Fuck. I switched the internet connection to a neighbour's whose internet is unsercured. Browsers worked perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It had nothing to do with virus! I paid $150 to fix a problem that was non-existent. *rolls eyes* So there are some things I CAN scrimp on, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Following day, internet worked, browsers worked. So was it the past few days' of torrent that disrupted connectivity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Supplier informed that the retail owner (refer to 1.) complained about the issue again. Seems like she's bent on killing off Reverie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Beloved and I mentioned about retiring from Reverie. It's been a good year. Business has grown well but we really just want to be HAPPY. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1502052499355390071?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1502052499355390071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1502052499355390071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6081678673418590400</id><published>2009-10-28T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:37:24.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d.e.t.e.s.t.a.b.l.e</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;When you are in the service industry, you really have to PLEASE your customers and even go the extra mile for them if you have to. However it can get really annoying when customers behave like they are shopping in Avenue Montaigne and are spending big bucks on the purchases, and they can get really catty. Here's how one of the customers bared her claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dispute was about us informing her that the dress has been sold out at our end but we can collect the dress and send it out by Tuesday/ Wednesday. We received the dress on Monday evening, so I can pack and send it out the next day, that's not a problem. Now it's even on Reverie's website that the mailing days are Tuesdays and Saturdays. These email exchanges took place on Monday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what she sent us: "Why is it after payment, that you inform me i still have to wait from the supplier?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Reverie's reply, "Hi Doll, according to our email on Oct 24, we have a clause that says that the email does not guarantee you the items as they are sold on first payment basis, as we do not do reservation of our stock for a confirmation email sent due to limited supplies. We have sold out the last dress from our ready stock for the dress however our supplier still has it and we had it reserved for you. It will be sent out tomorrow if not, on Wednesday, so we didn't see a need to inform you as it would not affect when you receive the dress. Please provide us with your mailing address."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she screamed at us in the following email (yes, as it is in CAPS):"IF YOU BOTHERED TO CHECK THE EMAIL SENT EARLIER, THE ADDRESS IS PROVIDED. ARE YOU SURE IT WONT AFFECT WHEN I RECEIVE THE DRESS?? IF ITS AVAILABLE STOCK, ITEM WOULD HAVE BEEN SENT OUT TODAY, LATEST TMR.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SINCE YOU DIDNT SEE THE NEED TO INFORM ME BEFORE I PAID, WHETHER ITS READY STOCK OR NOT, PLS DO NOT SEE THE NEED TO DISTURB ME WITH YOUR SMSES IN FUTURE. THANK YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverie:"Hi Doll,our mailing days are Tuesdays and Saturdays as stated on the website. We don't send mails out today. Noted, we will remove you from our sms update."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... which part of the email did she not understand? That "the email does not guarantee you the items as they are sold on first payment basis" OR "the dress will be mailed out on Tuesday, which is Reverie's standard mailing day" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, is missing out her address a crime? If she had a gun and I was standing in front of her, I bet she would have pulled the trigger at me. Headshot.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I missed out her address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it was you who came to us to add you into our sms update. And that's the beauty of our system, we don't spam shamelessly. Customers want our updates, they request to be added into our sms updates or they add us on FB or Twitter. That's positioning. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, We were nice enough not to blacklist you after you had dead-bought from Reverie TWICE. You really know how to cross the line huh? Truth is, we'd be dandy without deadbuyers like yourself. And a rattlemouth like you must have sent us another rude email cos I'm sure you are not letting go without a fight (literally). Aren't you anxious to know what Reverie's reply will be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops... I'm sorry doll! We can't receive emails from you for your email has been blocked. Awww..  :( But that should have been due to you a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she had a bad day and wanted to seek some form of comfort in retail therapy, and couldn't take it that her dress "might reach her later" therefore the outburst. I could have been more understanding. Beloved and I should have comforted her and go the extra mile by hiring pretty choir boys, and sing "Had a Bad Day" by Daniel Powter, at her doorstep. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6081678673418590400?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6081678673418590400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6081678673418590400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/10/detestable.html' title='d.e.t.e.s.t.a.b.l.e'/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6055281322201130013</id><published>2009-10-17T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:04:34.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I was reminiscing about the days when I was still with Parkway, of how everyone perceived Ashley's life to be damn good. And if anything, that may be largely my own fault as I've never really complained about life and was too pampered to even think of what I lack. Everyone treated me with a little more love and everyone took good care of me. Today, all that haven't changed, even with new people placed in my life. But you know what? I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very happy but now I'm just fairly happy. I may be writing these thoughts to vent my anger and to convince myself I love for an agenda, because it'll prove to be a security blanket, but hopefully when I cool down, I'll come back to erase all these. For now, they stay here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If waiting for me for 15 minutes would drive you to such rage that you'd leave and ask me to get home by cab, you surely don't respect me and neither do you deserve to be loved, by anyone. I know you'd be reading this and know what? I wish you'd fly into another unreasonable bull-rage and get yourself a heart attack. Yes I'm vicious and I'm that mad at you. And yes, further confirms that I should NOT be in a relationship, period. I have low tolerance towards people these days. I'm grouchy and home should be a big metal dustbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've side-stepped on what I really intended to blog, I guess anger and pettiness got the better of me and everything just came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rewind : I was reminiscing about the days when I was still with Parkway, of how everyone perceived Ashley's life to be damn good. And if anything, that may be largely my own fault as I've never really complained about life and was too pampered to even think of what I lack. Everyone treated me with a little more love and everyone took good care of me. Today, all that haven't changed, even with new people placed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Parkway because I really couldn't handle the massive workload and because of one other person. Shortly after, Grace left and so did Maureen, then Pow was transferred out.. and then the person I couldn't stand also left! WHHHAAATT!!? Cruel ironies of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographs can be a double-edged sword. They preserve beautiful memories but when the subjects in the photos are already distanced from you, that's when the regrets and sorrow of not keeping in touch as often, come settling in. The last set of photos taken with my ex-colleagues in office are these, and even Ah Boy was there! (Hello Mr Dentist, please check my teeth!) We share a penchant for food and long lunches. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=zio1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/zio1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=zio3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/zio3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=zio2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/zio2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some pretty silly snaps they took of me, I loved stealing Grace's purple cardigan to throw on myself as it always felt like I was inside a freezer in the office. Grace is a very tall girl and any of her tops can easily be passed off as a dress on me! I was dying of hunger in the first picture (not skiving ok!), and below that one, I actually looked at the cake forlornly!! Haha I must have been cursing Zio like.. "please cut the cake faaaasssteeerrrr" And it's a picture of bliss once I've tasted it! There's even cream on my lips! I can't remember if that's deliberate! Hahaha I'm adorable. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=zio4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/zio4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=zio5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/zio5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6055281322201130013?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6055281322201130013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6055281322201130013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-reminiscing-about-days-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8646189453193972925</id><published>2009-10-07T08:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:55:18.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Everytime we have a JAM outing, Jos (I still like calling her as such!), the baby of the group always tells me "Oh my god, everytime I see you, you're getting skinnier.." Ok! I hereby declare that I officially love hanging out with this girl man. Haha! Before any conversation takes place, she already makes me oh-so-happy. *loves* Ahh.. girlfriends.. aren't they nice to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. we had a cozy spaghetti dinner at Bakerzin and then desert at Canele Patisserie. I used to imagine macaroons being delicious and somewhat with a marshmallowy texture. It was just the exact opposite! It's stiff and too sugary for my liking. Jos didn't like it and neither did Mel. It's not cheap either eh. Sorry.. we all don't have expensive taste to appreciate macaroons.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=071009jam4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/071009jam4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, it wouldn't be a JAM gathering without the camwhoring, surely. Jos and myself do not like the crown sit that much, and it's grreat that Mel always looks the best in the middle! Hahaha so we are all set and ready to SNAP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do a really fanciful layout for this post, thus I took sooooo looooonnngg to get it up, but.. I got lazy.. and collages are always the best way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=071009jam1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/071009jam1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=071009jam3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/071009jam3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=071009jam2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/071009jam2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=071009jam5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/071009jam5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet, eat and shop again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of interesting things I want to blog about, including one of a sex board game.. well.. just watch this space! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8646189453193972925?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8646189453193972925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8646189453193972925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/10/everytime-we-have-jam-outing-jos-i_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8949103740354127874</id><published>2009-09-21T10:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:41:14.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I spent Monday afternoon shopping at Zara with Kayan, and I must say she's a very good shopping partner. She recommended me many pretty clothing and we kept going for the fitting rooms. But(!) everything to her is nice, so I ended up buying more than I budgeted for! I was in two minds about getting new shoes as I have already run out of space to keep them. I have more shoes alone than the entire household of 7. :( It's tough up-keeping a love for shoes when people around you nag about it! Almost everyone. But Kayan managed to talk me out of not getting, and so.. I ended up with a new shoe friend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara has very very nice heels! I couldn't resist this pair from the Kids section. Oh yes, I finally have my doubts confirmed. I've always suspected my shoe size is never a size 3 because I still use insoles, and I got my shoe size measured.. I'm a size 2.5!! Such a sad discovery especially when I'm already upset that the stores don't carry enough size 3 shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my quite-recent shoe purchases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my shoe cabinet, yup all for myself and if you're counting, I've done that for you. It's 40 pairs (doesn't count for alot, I'm sure?) in there excluding the new friend. Okay.. 95% in there are heels, well what to do when I'm not blessed with height? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must believe me when I say "don't settle for cheap shoes!" Take my advice. I've been a victim of lousy shoes snapping while walking, and shoes splitting open from the front leaving my toes exposed for all to see! Since then, I became very particular about workmanship. You do pay peanuts for monkeys when it comes to shoes. My shoes can last me a long long time! Maybe it's because they are not well-used as I try to minimise the usage of each pair. I'm also not one who's particular about brand, but I'm someone who goes for style rather than comfort.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall digress from the topic of clothes and shoes because now that I'm chewing this really nice assam sweet, here's a short story.. When I was a little girl, someone (whom I don't remember who now) gave me a little cellophane-wrapped sweet, and this sweet is unlike any other. It is actually assam that is coated with sugar. The taste is unique but few appreciate it. It really is sweet, sour, spicy and bitter! That was the first and last time I had it, as I could not find it anywhere. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, a shopping trip in BKK led me to find this candy again! I couldn't be sure it was the same, well it was after all 10 years ago, and the shop lady allowed me a taste-test. It's indeed the long-forgotten sweet! With no hesitation, I bought a bag of it (and now I wonder why I only bought a bag! Sigh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. my supplier gave me an eye catching bubble-gum smelling box of sweets. Initially I rejected her kind offer, asking her to have it for herself, but when I popped one into my mouth, it felt as though I've stumbled upon treasure.. really! I LOVE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=210909random2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/210909random2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this is not sold in Singapore. :( Now, I can't bear to finish it and how does it know how I feel!? After 3 days of carrying it around, today I spotted near the snap closure: "Not to Share".  Hahahahaa... I really don't want to share it lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me how I get hold of Ice Breakers Sours please? My last resort is Ebay, and I don't wanna get it from there as shipping alone would set me back by $40! *Gasp!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8949103740354127874?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8949103740354127874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8949103740354127874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-spent-monday-afternoon-shopping-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5683325696769131450</id><published>2009-09-13T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:08:50.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometime back, I was hooked on TVB's Gem of Life and I would watch a few episodes of it nightly before bedtime. Why I liked the show so much, I don't quite remember. I do recall that the show is like a little girl's fairytale story book, and I was like a little girl wanting to be told a fairytale so that I can transport myself to a different world, where reality is distant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show featured lots of rich asses, diamonds, Lamborghinis, Meseratis,yatch parties and other rich man's toys. I happened to have a chance of sailing on a yatch cruise soon after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at One˚15, a short drive in from Sentosa, and I had a wonderful time under the sun! Surprise, surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=one-15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/one-15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=one-15-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/one-15-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=one-15-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/one-15-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=one-15-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/one-15-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy hair and really sunny, but I'm very happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=one-15-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/one-15-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=one-15-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/one-15-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=one-15-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/one-15-7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is interested to rent a yatch cruise for your parties, it's $12k for 10, 4 hours usage. It's a novelty, but I find it expensive.. you may want to share the package with friends. Oh and couples.. you can sail off to nearby islands like Kusu Island for your rendezvous picnic affairs. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5683325696769131450?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5683325696769131450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5683325696769131450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometime-back-i-was-hooked-on-tvbs-gem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2224728489296609354</id><published>2009-09-03T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:40:30.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Shu sent us our Sept schedule for the girlfriends' outing, it's a really fine example of what one would term, a gentle reminder. I'll now make sure she does a monthly schedule since she has benchmarked the standard! Hahaha! So I've just met up with them last night and we're meeting another 3 more times this month! Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to really blog, so I'll sign out here. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=darlingssept09.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/darlingssept09.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting this schedule up (don't you think it's very well-done?) on the blog so the dates register and others will know when else to book me! Hahaha. I am very excited for the ice-cream making day! We are going to hire the people at Tom's Palette (very popular ice cream parlour located at Shaw Towers) to teach us how to make yummy ice cream! :D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2224728489296609354?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2224728489296609354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2224728489296609354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/09/shu-sent-us-our-sept-schedule-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2763107845059497783</id><published>2009-08-28T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:44:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hi everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a short break away from blogging this week as my schedule is too packed. :(&lt;br /&gt;I just returned from a short trip overseas and boy, am I exhausted. Anyway I've been having headaches so bad it feels as though my head is filled with water and I can feel its volume moving inside just like waves, everytime I make a little head movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out from Hei that sleeping with wet hair causes headaches. Oh! I've been guilty of doing so, especially of late. No wonder! I don't blow dry my hair because it takes too much time. Every hairdresser tells me the same thing, that drying my hair is a form of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put up a little picture post, (and I think I've got to do so everytime I blog because my picture posts are at least 4-5 months late!)this time being Ms Pow's birthday, not mine. :) Hers occured shortly after mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=pow1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/pow1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mini buffet lunch from Pasta Mania because lunch was only an hour and there wasn't time to feast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=pow2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/pow2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss my doting colleagues.. :( the set of photos bring back alot of fond memories... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=pow3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/pow3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really love PNJ and I've a feeling founder Ms Sophie Albou loves cats the way I do.. Meows are always featured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=280809me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/280809me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea how I managed to put up with bad hair for half a year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to catch Coco before Chanel with the girls next week, it's going to be a rowdy girly affair! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2763107845059497783?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2763107845059497783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2763107845059497783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-everyone-i-took-short-break-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4241960118380365909</id><published>2009-08-20T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:15:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It has been terribly humid and HOT lately and I hate mornings when I'm forced to wake up at 7-8+ because I couldn't take the sun beating down on me and even more, I can't stand the thought of UVB rays crawling into my skin. And that does it! I've had enough. I dragged the boy who never smiles to HomeFix to get solar sheets for me. I chose the one with 0% light penetration and 99% UV protection. HAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a hard time measuring and cutting the sheet to fit the window panes and had to climb the ladder to clean and stick the sheets with precision, ensuring he traps as little bubbles underneath as possible! Though not VERY well done, I give him full marks for effort! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up without the help of Mr SUN (damn you) today and woke up screaming "SHIIOKK MAAAANNN!" Pure uninterrupted sleep for the very first time! Anyone who's interested, you can get this roll of solar sheet 90x200 cm) at HomeFix / 3M or DIY stores. There are different degrees of light penetration and UV protection for each roll, so do check. The best(the one I got) costs $48.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough raving, shall get on to a dinner date with the girlfriends at Shokudo, Heeren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=shokudoh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/shokudoh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction shots of ma ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=shokudoh2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/shokudoh2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lousy food, trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=shokudoh3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/shokudoh3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the birthday girls showing love for our very pretty handmade cards! Wait till I show you mine, it's exquisite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=shokudoh4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/shokudoh4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=shokudoh5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/shokudoh5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=shokudoh6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/shokudoh6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girlfriends are always upbeat and I love being with them. We are a positive bunch of girls. Put together, we cure depression! Group for hire. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending note: The Lord always provides, and he reminds me that through extraordinary ways albeit in ordinary situations. I don't have to worry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing very busy days, and will be hopping onto a plane in a day's time. Rush rush, madhouse rush! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4241960118380365909?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4241960118380365909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4241960118380365909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-has-been-terribly-humid-and-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4466474072356026232</id><published>2009-08-11T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:16:06.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;While waiting for my aunt to pick me up, I thought I'd blog for awhile.. I just finished packing the parcels and am heading to the post office soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side-note, I was reading the Straits Times on the National Day issue, and came across a section where this popular blogshop &lt;a href="http://bonitochico.livejournal.com/"&gt;Bonito Chico&lt;/a&gt; averages 6000 sales a month with a customer base of 12000! Wow! If Reverie was that successful, we could be taitais by our own effort and nibble on moschino cherries all day long! POOF! Wake up and stop dreaming! *slaps myself silly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored to tears, and the crave for a cold cup of bubbletea is on. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing from my last post of my birthday celebrations, here is one, where Beloved and myself dined at Sun with Moon Japanese Restaurant at Central Mall. If I remembered correctly, only the sashimi bowl stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=sunmoon1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/sunmoon1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our opening shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=sunmoon2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/sunmoon2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty girl who goes through shit with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=sunmoon3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/sunmoon3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday missus who loves sushi and sashimi but not the cooked dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending note: I absolutely cannot stand loneliness! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4466474072356026232?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4466474072356026232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4466474072356026232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/08/while-waiting-for-my-aunt-to-pick-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6436308767281846362</id><published>2009-08-05T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:37:40.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I got warned by my friend that if I keep rejecting jobs, it's going to come back around and I'll be blacklisted! *Gasp!* Of all of the ways to scare me... true enough, no calls. So now that I'm intending to heed his advice, suddenly in a day I have 3 offers (from the interviews I went some time back)!  And these companies are not bad either, Swissotel, Gemalto and Raffles Medical Centre. Is it coincidental or what! I ought to thank him! Now the only problem is, which one would I want? I'm quite afraid I can't adapt, and besides I've gotten very busy at Reverie's side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like to work for BIG companies, and I care about my how generous my salary package and benefits will be. I've learnt my lesson, be it from own experience or from friends, I will not want to work for small companies, like one of my initial jobs. My ex boss had me pay for the MC when I fell sick and couldn't be at work and even shortchanged my CPF and overtime pay. Friends think I am biased towards small companies, but do you even know I've had my fair share of bad work experience? Or why I am so firm with only joining the bigger boys in the industry? I've been there and done that. So don't say I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone... Reverie is now available in a brick and mortar store in town, with Best of Blogshops! Our collections there are 80% exclusive so most of them will not be found online.  Come down for our soft launch this Saturday, 230pm and head for #01-62! Beloved and myself have been working so hard for it! So much money pumped in, it had better be worthwhile! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm FINALLY getting on to my birthday celebration pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doting colleagues were very nice to book a private room for my birthday at Coca steamboat restaurant. I love that place, they have very good tomyam soup base. We all enjoyed ourselves such that our usual one hour lunch stretched to 2.5 hours! Even boss was there. I am damn privileged.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to office, I had a phone call from company's operator. Tulasi wanted me over at her side because they knew it was my birthday. So I walked over with Helen. She presented me a bouquet of deep red roses and said the delivery man couldn't reach us at our office because all of us were out for lunch. I turned to my colleague and thanked her for the flowers. My colleagues are so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=050809coca2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/050809coca2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=050809coca1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/050809coca1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=050809coca3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/050809coca3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out.. Helen said the roses are not from them. I refused to believe, only my colleagues will give flowers and I was so sure it was from them so I didn't open up the card. Until one of them opened and read its contents! I HAD A SHOCK! IT WAS FROM THE BOY WHO NEVER SMILES! This is so NOT him. I got emotional and called him up to cry about it.. He said if he knew sending flowers would make me cry, he would have done it more often. He's such a darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=050809coca5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/050809coca5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=050809coca4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/050809coca4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention,  I caught the boy who never smiles humming to the tune of Nobody by Wondergirls. *Faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate the fact that my left dimple never shows in pictures, and that I have double eyelids but the left side always appears as single eyelid in pictures. ZZZ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6436308767281846362?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6436308767281846362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6436308767281846362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-warned-by-my-friend-that-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6516733849169249170</id><published>2009-07-30T01:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:08:16.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was storaged under my draft folder for some days now as I couldn't find enough time to complete it, so tonight I'm going to sacrifice sleep to get it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some news (be it good or bad) to share with you friends.This shall be a light-hearted entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I turned down another job offer.. left the boss very disappointed cos I led him on.. into believing I would take up his offer! Sigh. I don't have a reason for it, but I guess.. I don't need the job yet. I'd like to enjoy a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Issue with cheating supplier sort of resolved, in a way. But Reverie will never manufacture our stocks with her, ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our work-wear supplier had us increase our selling price online as it was way too low compared to brick and mortar stores. Thank God our sales weren't affected by the increase, in fact, we're feeling happiest this week due to good sales. :) Guess we'd just have to be more careful in selecting our work-wear stocks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've been hooked on games, the reeeeaaaaally boring ones like Save The Reef on Facebook and the ones on my NDS that have been keeping me awake through the nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd be going away on a holiday, in less than a month! Wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The girlfriends and I are hooked on dance fitness classes and we even got ourselves serious with the outfit. Sigh, whatever happened to "just going in shorts and tee shirt!?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The opportunity for a shop space in town has presented itself! Thinking hard if it's going to be worth venturing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too wordy? Let's get on with some pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short get-away was definitely all that I needed back when I was still working. I was holiday-starved. So the boy who never smiles got us on a cruise trip, aboard Superstar Virgo for a relaxing weekend. I went right after I knocked off on a Friday! I love get-aways especially on weekends. And I love people who take such great care of my well-being. It's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got onto the ship, the first thing I wanted to do was eat! It was dinner time, that's because Superstar Virgo boasts of its first class dining and entertainment, and I really wanna know if that is true! Mediterranean dinner at the Bellini sounds good.. so off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=superstarvirgo1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/superstarvirgo1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress code for Bellini was supposed to be smart, like for the ladies, dresses and gowns were cited as examples. Heng I didn't change into my glam dress la! Not one was well-dressed and there were so many aunties in their 3/4 cropped pants and barely-there heels.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=superstarvirgo2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/superstarvirgo2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=superstarvirgo3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/superstarvirgo3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I caught the sunset, it was the most beautiful sight I've seen so far since the Redang days.. I loved Redang. That place and those memories. When your horizon is the sight of never-ending sky and sea, that's when sunrise and sunset is the most beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though relaxing, I hardly slept as I was kept busy at the casino. The boy who never smiles covered the trip's cost with his winnings. Yeah! I hope to return soon. :) AHOY! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=superstarvirgo4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/superstarvirgo4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6516733849169249170?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6516733849169249170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6516733849169249170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-this-post-was-storaged-under-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-456927003861123501</id><published>2009-07-21T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:49:25.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#E77471"&gt;&lt;H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JET JET HAS BEEN ADOPTED! :D&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/H1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet Jet needs your help. He's a police dog with the K9 unit, and is to be retired soon in less than a month. The sad thing is, if Jet Jet does not find a home, he'd be put to sleep. His police owner Eric can't take him home as he's living in HDB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet Jet is 7 years old, very healthy, no sickness, very active and very obedient. He also has a nice and shiny coat of fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help to find Jet Jet a good home and not leave him to die. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very touched and appreciative towards friends who have stepped out and helped to post on Facebook, blogs and emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spoke to Eric (I do not know him, only responded to his call for help and wanted to find out more about Jet Jet) and he wants me to thank all my friends (that's you) for being so on-the-ball with helping a stranger and his dog. Proves that Singaporeans have more heart than others think we do. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet Jet, we all love you. Help is on its way to you! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=jetjet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/jetjet.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-456927003861123501?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/456927003861123501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/456927003861123501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-friends-jet-jet-needs-your-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2077556963942617055</id><published>2009-07-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:40:01.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It is very annoying how when you're hit with a problem, a string of other shit comes along with it. Most annoying in my list now is the cheating supplier. The supplier who abused our trust and reproduced our clothes when they promised us they wouldn't! And now, it's being sold to a retail customer, in sizes and colours. And now we wonder what we should do with the 4 designs in line for production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the price issue. You'd think we are profiteering a nice sum from all the $30+ pieces right? No! ALL of the stocks taken from one of our favourite suppliers are priced by her. She decides how much the dresses are sold online. And seriously, Beloved and I can't help it if her customers don't stick to the agreed selling price. Is it wrong for us to be compliant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm thinking too much, but finding out too much hurts too.. and both cases happen to be accidental discoveries! The one thing I am refraining from doing is.. reading the forum. I don't want to know what the others have to say.. especially when it comes to comments like " Reverie's clothes are over-priced." Judging from the quality of our clothes in both the material and looks department, is it still considered overpriced when you know you cannot find the same for that price outside? Do they even realise we pay a higher cost price for those nice clothes too? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so down.. :'( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2077556963942617055?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2077556963942617055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2077556963942617055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-is-very-annoying-how-when-youre-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-2669501852233689451</id><published>2009-07-16T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:54:41.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello! I've not had the time to blog in the past week and you must be thinking how busy can a person who's not working be, right? My activity level is very high! Really, I'm occupied everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk a little about yesterday. I had an o.k.a.y buffet lunch at M Hotel after which I met my aunt and cousin to discuss about the latter's financial planning and come evening, met up with the girlfriends to bust calories by attending a dance fitness session. It left us with muscle aches and we were sprawled all over the floor, exhausted by the intensity of it all! So it's been 3 months since I've stopped working! Never underestimate the speed of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more grave note, I am not obliged to lend people money to settle whatever problems they have. I'm setting the record straight right now. I rarely turn my friends down when they approach me for monetary help, if it is within my means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I just had to. An acquaintance (we hardly know each other)tried to borrow money from me, over msn. She pulled no punches. She went straight into her story (no "How have you been", nothing) and I knew where she was headed, so I kept silent while she continued her story. When she was done, I kept silent still. Until she typed this "I'm so frustrated nobody can help me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "Are you sharing your problem with me or are you expecting my help?" Very straightforward right, but let's get to the point. You've never initiated a conversation with me the past year and suddenly you are telling me your problems? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know the sum, I asked her how much she needed and when she could return the money. It was not a small amount, and she claimed she could return me on Friday, yes, that's tomorrow my dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, if you could return the money tomorrow, I'm certain you don't need my help at all. Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people who abuse my friendship like that. I dislike the fact that these people NEVER made the effort to keep in contact but becomes your chummy pal when they need a favour, of any sort. I'm sorry but I can never be on your friends-with-benefits list. Find someone else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another fun day out. It's a shopping trip with the girls and will be meeting Beloved in the evening for a different kind of shopping. Wheee! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-2669501852233689451?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2669501852233689451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/2669501852233689451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-ive-not-had-time-to-blog-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5461394845256072467</id><published>2009-07-07T09:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:38:46.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This post is not for the faint-hearted and those who dislike me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very enthusiastic about my new headbands and whored for the camera, but who knows, as with most times, I overdid it and ended up with countless pictures, with mostly similar poses, but of course what.. because I wanted to capture the side which the flower sat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I had enough pictures to make a wall of self portraits but here is! A new batch of headbands is coming in next week! The next time, it won't be me alone in the pictures. More eye candy. :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=060709me4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/060709me4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=060709me5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/060709me5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5461394845256072467?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5461394845256072467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5461394845256072467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-post-is-not-for-faint-hearted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3655802319323313402</id><published>2009-07-02T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:51:18.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been to a flea? I have not, because most of them are held when the sun is still high overhead. You know how the weather's been a bitch of late. Just today, I was on the public transport and it was so warm in the bus even with air-con, it would have been better off with windows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing a dress and the inner lining clung onto my back just like clingwrap would to a bowl! It was so scorching even my belt buckle was radiating its own heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of flea, I have one in mind that I want to go to. Celebrating Night Festival, a 2 night arts and entertainment showcase in the central National Museum + SMU + Singapore Art Museum, there will be 2 nights of flea marketing with over 80 stalls each day! And it's a night event, spanning 7pm -2am which is perfect for the art enthusiasts, bargain hunters and night lovers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=fleatique.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/fleatique.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=020709ashmich.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/020709ashmich.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3655802319323313402?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3655802319323313402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3655802319323313402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-been-to-flea-i-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-7498229312605537016</id><published>2009-06-30T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:33:59.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am very very fussy and it'll soon be my undoing! So far, I've turned down 2 job offers (cited workplace too far when they are not!), did not even turn up on the first day of stipulated date for one, even though I have signed the Letter of Employment and rejected one interview assessment today because it's at Science Park (and I have no idea where it is!). All these in barely a month, so how bad is a track record like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't want to work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh for the sake of my future home and all that I want to be, I'd be good and accept the next offer on the line. *grits teeth*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-7498229312605537016?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7498229312605537016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7498229312605537016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-very-very-fussy-and-itll-soon-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4159285670302389698</id><published>2009-06-29T00:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:43:34.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Aww.. Know what? Ashley is going for Zumba fitness classes with the girlfriends! Shu's recommendation is great! At least this is something I would be excited about. I am not a fan of exercise and I shun the sun as much as possible. Where it comes to working at being fair-skinned, I have considered and am open to ALL options! Yes, I have even toyed with the idea of skin bleaching and even injecting my little self with high doses of Vitamin C! Okay.. and I have not done so because of the fact I might contract Vitiligo! Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of Zumba Fitness (ZumFit), for those not in the know, ZumFit is a latin inspired cardio fitness dance class set against infectious Spanish &amp; international music. We gyrate to the beat with a little Cumbia, Salsa, Merengue, Cha cha, bellydance and reggaetton. Very high energy, just the kind I'd like! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love moving with the music, especially to those pumping beats, and people probably already know I let myself loose on the dance floor. I download random dance tracks and house sounds into my Ipod and dance in the bedroom, Hahaha am I serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find body contorting very disturbing, gymnastic types and yoga are forms of exercise I would never try. The other day in Malaysia, Shu and the girls were sharing true stories of Yoga, of how it is associated with spirits and how Shu's friend started encountering and seeing 'things' after she has mastered a certain high level stage in yoga. Her yoga teacher was suddenly apologetic about the consequences of her teaching them as she herself experienced the same! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that when you yoga, you are actually in worship poses, and you are involuntarily inviting spirits when displaying those poses? More information can be found on the internet, for a start you can search 'Kundalini Yoga'. I feel scared talking about it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal opinion, and for yoga enthusiasts who violently rave about how it keeps you fit, keep it up but count me out! ;P &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4159285670302389698?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4159285670302389698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4159285670302389698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/06/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1858451933339658119</id><published>2009-06-26T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:22:27.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Have a little time to share about a little something on my little existence, and here goes that little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, we're young and being that gives us an edge over almost everything, one being, we can earn the most money while being young. The thing is, am I over-doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth to be told, I went for a job interview yesterday, it is a very reputable US MNC and the salary package they are offering, I won't be shy to tell if you want to know. Should I be selected, I'd stay on for very long! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take an examination. There is a Maths paper, essay writing and a test on my grammar and vocab. I am not sure if I can get through this, well I am sure there are more capable candidates but the good news is, you only get to take the exam when you passed the interview round. I was informed out of the days' interviews, a couple made it to the examination round, myself included. So am I anticipating a 2nd round of interview? I do hope so.. please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I told myself I could earn a little more, using the mere savings I have.. so half of it went into buying Las Vegas Sands shares. The share price plummeted, but it's ok, I'm holding on to it. I am in no position to discuss with you about buying shares or even about investing your moneybag, so don't ask me. I wanted to see what kind of profit I'd get from such risky investments so I gave it a try. Don't say I didn't warn you, but this is not for everyone. I am one of them, but I am dollar-hungry, it's just too bad for me. *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's still Reverie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covet the lifestyles of the rich, not famous. I had my share of the whatever "tai-tai" life the past 2 months and fact is, this so-called tai-tai you people term me, is not rich. I just have a carefree life and that's about it. It is the painful and honest truth. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do I want to make a month then? Your guess is as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the boy who never smiles is letting go of his 1.5 years RX8 drive for a hotter baby, (that asshole). Interested parties, he is contactable at 9835 9151 for viewing and enquiries/negotiation of its price tag. The car is very well-kept and he'd never allow anyone to wash/polish/vacuum his car, yes he does all of those himself, so you can imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=260609rx8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/260609rx8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1858451933339658119?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1858451933339658119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1858451933339658119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-little-time-to-share-about-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-528213581816006547</id><published>2009-06-23T14:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:39:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ok so here's a confession. I don't understand people who tweet or leave a message on FB for everyone to know what they're at there and then! For example (my version), "It's 6am now and I am still awake, and oh "The Price is Right" is airing like, right now. Ooh love the fat host!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time most of your friends log on and see that message, 6am would be over like what, 5 hours ago?? And whoever gives a hoot for past glories! I don't, for one. Come on, now.. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe if you twitted something like " It's 6am now and I just watched porn. Scrutinised silicon valley on that girl and man, what wouldn't I give for my girlfriend to own those!" This type of twit is cool. Try it! I would follow your twits all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but Twitter limits messages to 140 letters.. so e msg wld b lyk tis: " 6am nw, jz wtchd porn. &lt;3 fake boobs on grl, 1 gf 2 hv em. ll pay 4 her BKK trip 4 PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. I DON'T write my short messages like that personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently waiting for a Teochew buffet dinner later and randomly popping dried preserved fruits so that I'd feel hungry a little faster. This brings back memories of the last Chinese-style buffet I had with the doting ex-colleagues. I will be meeting them up next week for another food feast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Miramar Hotel's Orient Ocean restaurant, under the same parent company as Harbourfront's Dragon Gate. :) You can order the dishes unlimited times! (except premium choices like Shark's fin) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out the restaurant with severely bloated tummies and obliged to walking to Clarke Quay station where transport were accessible for all. Snaps were taken at the exasperation of Julia and Jee, who of course, are not in these set of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week when we meet, the degree of madness is bound to escalate I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=230609orientocean13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/230609orientocean13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that the best things in life come free. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-528213581816006547?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/528213581816006547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/528213581816006547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so-heres-confession.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-3639808765686690860</id><published>2009-06-16T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:44:56.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I've been a tv addict of late, and also a chicken rice junkie! The chicken rice seller knows me now and soon, the bak chor mee auntie, and then the ban mian uncle.. Aaaahhhhh!! Horror of horrors, I'm a housewife already!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are funny. For tomorrow's dinner at Marmalade Pantry, we all have to wear a maxi dress. Hello?! They must have forgotten about me or something, how can someone my height possibly own a maxi! Hahhahaha, this tickles man! I wonder what I should be wearing tomorrow.. dining in Palais Renaissance sounds high class, so how now brown cow? The rest are going to be decked in the prettiest maxis and me? BOohoo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of dresses, I had my Garden doll dress altered. Guess how much! $40 ok! Only for the alteration. Esme asked if I had the dress reconstructed. Hmm, maybe? I had the shoulder straps cut so that it fits at the armhole, took in the waist and had the dress shortened. Haha so now the dress pretty much costs the same as those retailing in brick and motar stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=160609me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/160609me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice? It now fits me to a T. Oh you probably can't picture how ill-fitting the original is on me, I'll post soon, got to borrow Beloved's dress and get her to take a picture for me. She'll be rolling on the ground laughing at me. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-3639808765686690860?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3639808765686690860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/3639808765686690860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-tv-addict-of-late-and-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6930224942429615531</id><published>2009-06-12T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:10:33.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lady GaGa is in town and I really wanna rock to her tunes. She's infectious! Who's going to appreciate her with me anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friends teased me about the vocab-dump in Chic Diaries Memo at &lt;a href="http://reverie.meltstudio.com/gallery"&gt;Reverie&lt;/a&gt;. Don't make fun of me! It was on-the-go ramblings put in sentences that might stimulate peoples' interest or thoughts, to get them to understand from the owners' perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't say it here, you wouldn't believe it. There was this customer who demanded we refund her money because she found the same dress at another blogshop which was selling at $2 less! Isn't it ridiculous you tell me? If you bought something from shop A, walked down the street and saw the same item selling cheaper in Shop B, would you turn around and head back to Shop A demanding for a refund? No right? That's common-sense! Even if the other shop was selling it at $100 less, we wouldn't feel obliged to refund. It's a profiteering business, not charity. Why else would I quit my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry... :( After doing a collage of a dinner at Bishamon, at Great World City, I wanna put sashimi in my mouth.. And that girlfriend of mine said she had Champon Udon..grrrr..my favourite at Waraku. Do you know, champon is a noodle dish created by a Chinese restaurant in Japan, to fill the stomachs of many Chinese students who were studying in Japan somewhere in the early 20th century. Enough said, give me a bowl now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=120609bishamon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/120609bishamon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've been buying Gossip girl-like headbands like the one I have in the display picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've added more to my collection, had just ordered a batch together with Beloved. Gotta stop the addiction because this is a fashion fad, and it'll be losing steam soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=120609headbands.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/120609headbands.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So black but so pretty! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6930224942429615531?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6930224942429615531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6930224942429615531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/06/lady-gaga-is-in-town-and-i-really-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-5564007940641138405</id><published>2009-06-04T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:03:15.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It's been 2 days since Mich went online and sian is how I'd describe what I felt. Staying home is not so much of a good thing, is it? You can get really lonely. Yikko called! :D I sure am delighted to hear him though he said that I sounded as if I just woke up.. Staying at home gives a permanent "stoned" outlook on everything else too, have I mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel jaded. The only thing to look forward to now is Reverie's self-produced designs and.... handbag shopping!! Beloved and I have been recce-ing for pretty handbags and we have settled on our choices. Gonna max out the credit card! Okay so now you pretty much know how much I earn.. not enough credit to buy 2 handbags concurrently.. hyahhhhhh!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy who never smiles think we're being extravagant, and I really feel it's not. We work really hard and we earned it. I also think you are very extravagant lor! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Yan's birthday and we girlfriends are going to meet up soon, Yaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a get-together to celebrate U7's and Mel's birthday at Ma Maison. Hated the food, so salty and truth to be told, there was nothing much to rave about the place. :(  But I guess anywhere that can accommodate us monkeys is a good enough place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=040609gfs1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/040609gfs1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=040609gfs3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/040609gfs3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=040609gfs2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/040609gfs2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=040609gfs4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/040609gfs4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with a sweet goodbye, with desserts at the opposite street. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-5564007940641138405?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5564007940641138405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/5564007940641138405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-2-days-since-mich-went-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-552691369096060655</id><published>2009-05-29T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:44:20.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I have a question that has been bugging me for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does anyone, for the matter of fact, set up a business to earn that miserable $1 - $5 profit per item? It seems very stupid to me because it's not even worth the effort! How many items are you going to sell to cover the trips to the suppliers', time consumed for photoshoot, taking measurements and descriptions, and packing parcels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, your business is not solely owned. There are the 2 of you! Beloved and I spend about $150 on transport for our business per month (based on 2 trips per week), so I'm going to use that as a gauge. Judging from your sales, you probably sell about 20 items per week, that makes for 80 items a month? Taking into account you provide free normal postage for every item : 80 x $1 = $80. I give the benefit of the doubt that you earn $5 per item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your business' profit: $400 - $150(transport) - $80(postage cost) = $170. Divide between 2 owners: $85 a month!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr. Please, for the benefit of your own business, stop being a market spoiler!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-552691369096060655?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/552691369096060655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/552691369096060655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-question-that-has-been-bugging.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4999612527079789008</id><published>2009-05-27T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:00:40.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I did not call the company back. Looks like it's a blessing in disguise that I didn't. They assumed I rejected because the salary they were offering was not attractive enough, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they called me back to counter-offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still deciding. I don't really want to give up what I have now without a fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile &lt;a href="http://reverie.meltstudio.com/gallery/"&gt;Reverie&lt;/a&gt; will be launching in 2 minutes! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4999612527079789008?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4999612527079789008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4999612527079789008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-not-call-company-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-4438246450798079776</id><published>2009-05-26T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:48:02.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yesterday, I went for a job interview upon someone's recommendation as I was too kind to turn her down. It was a gesture of appreciation even though I knew I was going to turn down the offer anyway.. I spoke too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fate or is the industry small? It came full circle and now I am back at Parkview Square. I worked on the 11th floor, then went up to the 13th floor, and then the job interview was on the 4th floor. I was in there for an hour, and was offered the position on the spot. They liked who they saw and I liked them enough to ponder about the offer. Turns out, the offer was too good to refuse. I did, anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I graduated from school, my allowance made way for a salary,and  several years later, it's now the hobby that's putting food on the table. I'm in a dilemma. Should I call back and retract my rejection (I really would love the paycheck!) and risk meeting people I don't want to see and people who don't want to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved and myself are upping the ante and... we are building ourselves another dream! This project is endearly termed as "Ash Le amour Ma cherie Michie" between us. We are not going into details as yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she made me a wallpaper such that I'd fuel my efforts in completing my part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=260509ashmich.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/260509ashmich.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=260509ashmich2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/260509ashmich2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pure crazy fun! We had cavemen hair while doing the jumps, and thought we looked cute. Haha! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color ="#E77471"&gt;Ash Le amour Ma cherie Michie! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-4438246450798079776?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4438246450798079776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/4438246450798079776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesterday-i-went-for-job-interview-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-8717537477525116244</id><published>2009-05-22T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:00:10.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I've been back for a couple of days, and packing have been all I do! These nights, I've been very sleep deprived. I would pack through the night until 3-4am, and wake up about 9am to continue with the packages until 12pm. Tonight is just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are the trips to the post office and the dreadful wait for my turn at the counter. Me, in my tiny frame, lugging one huge paper bag over one shoulder with both my hands carrying a bag each, and my handphone tucked under my arm. Very auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=240509packages.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/240509packages.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the packages are not stacked up like that (left pic) they would be all over the floor. Just thought it would be interesting to snap them all stacked up like that, looks cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, Beloved got to pack her clothes and stay over the weekend at my place to pack everything together. Then I'll hug her to sleep. We always give each other wet sloppy goodnight kisses virtually, one day it'll be for real. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget the trips to the suppliers'! We should be so thankful to be busy right? Yikko says we girls are living the dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of you, I wasn't expecting you to tell me you missed me in a foreign land. Girlfriend was telling me of how good you are,how you're the best, how you were a ladies' man, how well and generous you were to my friends, and my sister second that. You are always good. What should I reply? It was a quiet and painful agreement. You said when you return, I would be the first person you want to see. I won't hold you to your word. I just thought: I must have caused you much hurt. Anyway, you have not called in weeks, perhaps almost a month? You think it might not matter to me. Well I'm telling you it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-8717537477525116244?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8717537477525116244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/8717537477525116244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-back-for-couple-of-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-7623862317001254783</id><published>2009-05-15T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:18:15.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;It feels damn good to be able to be up on a weekday and post at 2am in the morning!! How I love this! I can wake up late tomorrow and slowly go through my work. Hahaha feels good to be working from home. Reverie is officially my full time job, and let's hope Beloved can quit really soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reverie.meltstudio.com/gallery/"&gt;Collection XXI&lt;/a&gt; is up and if you see something you adore,you better tell me soon! Half the stocks have been snapped up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having withdrawal symptoms.. I miss my colleagues alot. Julia handmade a teddy for me and it's a patchwork teddy. I feel I am going to tear anytime soon.. it's so touching. I cannot imagine her going home late after work, and working on the Teddy, knowing I'd be leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Jie.... thank you so much for loving me! How I want to hug her to show my appreciation... I miss all of you dearly. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-7623862317001254783?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7623862317001254783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/7623862317001254783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-feels-damn-good-to-be-able-to-be-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-1255650952293346011</id><published>2009-05-13T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:24:21.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The last stunt she could pull is not giving me the Acceptance of Resignation letter. I am from HR and yet..?! I shall give an analogy: If a mother cannot even look after her own kid, can she even be trusted to look after others' kids? Ughh! The irony of it all, my last day at work is NOT the last day there. I have to make another trip down! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resignation flu is on-the-run. 2 resignations followed after mine. And another 2 more coming up. I don't know how much more it'll take before you realise you've been wrong. Bet it hurts, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be overseas next week, and I am not sure if I would enjoy the trip, honestly. Yeah honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to enjoy really nice lazy Sunday afternoons, and I didn't think I'd get the chance to do so really soon. I'd probably start exploring more farms here, drive up to places I haven't been to.. and on one Sunday afternoon, the boy who never smiles took me up to Kranji farm, where the goat farm, bullfrog farm, fish farm, hydroponic farms, organic farms etc are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself. :) Oh and here's a piece of useless info nugget: I saw the mandarin orange plant (is that what it's called?) at the farm before it was placed in the workplace. Hmm, recession sure did not affect the company's appetite to keep up with appearances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=130509kf4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/130509kf4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=130509kf2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/130509kf2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=130509kf5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/130509kf5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a taste of goat's milk..the expression says it all. I'm all for cows' milk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, I'm off to get myself inspired. I'm off! Oh and a shoutout to Jovin, I had no idea you found my blog! I mean.. how? I told no one at work! I'm going to call you soon to interrogate! :P &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-1255650952293346011?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1255650952293346011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/1255650952293346011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-stunt-she-could-pull-is-not-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-294070726886735013</id><published>2009-05-08T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:24:41.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am fucken frustrated and the slightest things will tick me off easily now. I will stay this way for quite awhile and may get overbearing. But I cannot help it. You do not know anything about what is happening and neither do I have to share it with anyone. Just leave me alone, everyone. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it will not make me feel any better by sharing my problems with anyone. If I want to tell, I will tell. If I don't share, please don't bug me. Don't even ask. I'd prefer that very much. I thank you in advance for being sensitive and understanding to how I might be feeling now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-294070726886735013?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/294070726886735013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/294070726886735013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-fucken-frustrated-and-slightest.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187445.post-6913925237647499893</id><published>2009-05-08T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:31:58.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hello~! I hope you're not starting to get impatient with my lack of updates as I'm really busy this week. Reverie launched a mid week collection, the first in months, and the response is surprisingly good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will be back really really soon (you can hold me to my word!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/?action=view&amp;current=080509me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/ashleychiam/080509me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187445-6913925237647499893?l=givemeablogname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6913925237647499893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187445/posts/default/6913925237647499893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeablogname.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-i-hope-youre-not-starting-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
