<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635</id><updated>2009-11-09T23:18:35.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of my Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A free peep into what goes on in my life (if I bothered to write it down). Half the time it is screwed up really.... Please leave comments, like if you hate me, or my blog is too ugly....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-2163154976821032377</id><published>2009-11-09T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:18:35.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Uuuuuuuuugh</title><content type='html'>MC-ed agaaaaaain. Diarrhoea this time... Worked from home today, with a headache. Sigh.... Some idiot irritated me on MSN yesterday. (READ: Speak when you're angry, and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret - Lawrence J Peter. Which is why, I DON'T REGRET. Well, I don't NEED to regret. Because I don't say things out of ANGER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOoooh. Heard Adam Lambert this morning on the way to see the Doctor. Youtube-d him and heard this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uazOXODTmT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uazOXODTmT0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, compare it with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3L0e75PSOMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3L0e75PSOMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Just for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-2163154976821032377?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/2163154976821032377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=2163154976821032377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/2163154976821032377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/2163154976821032377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/11/uuuuuuuuugh.html' title='Uuuuuuuuugh'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-7291122214136992093</id><published>2009-11-09T01:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:42:49.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>The Lyra Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>Since my high fever on Saturday night (Ronald I miss you already!), I've been living the Lyra Lifestyle. Stay in bed the whooooole day. If I didn't get up with a headache, I rushed to the toilet with nausea. Sigh... Back to work tomorrow. Hope I'll still be alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-7291122214136992093?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/7291122214136992093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=7291122214136992093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7291122214136992093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7291122214136992093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/11/lyra-lifestyle.html' title='The Lyra Lifestyle'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-4834933005349854875</id><published>2009-11-02T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:34:22.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; great'/><title type='text'>Many thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wish to express my utmost appreciation and thanks to Mr Ivan Hoe, driver of SES506L for being the only kind soul to help me today. I was having a very bad day because I had forgotten my umbrella and one of my sandals broke. I wanted to cab home immediately so I stood outside Sims Lane in Aljunied waiting for a cab. A cab did stop, but I was not going his way so I had to wait for another. I was getting drenched and feeling worse when a car pulled over and Mr Ivan offered his umbrella which he realized he did not have, and then offered to send me home instead. I am honoured to meet such gracious and generous people. Many thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a certain someone... It was extremely great to be able to hear your voice today. Bisous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-4834933005349854875?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/4834933005349854875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=4834933005349854875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4834933005349854875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4834933005349854875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/11/many-thanks.html' title='Many thanks'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-3705658328189962268</id><published>2009-11-01T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:06:21.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Going to miss my joyride</title><content type='html'>What a weekend! &lt;br /&gt;Went for my 80's themed company Dinner &amp; Dance dressed in my most outrageous clothes. That's me, and the guy in the centre with the GEEK specs is my boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/Su2a73g7R1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5UxSxYe-qn0/s1600-h/13669_188370063477_718068477_3892980_420957_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/Su2a73g7R1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5UxSxYe-qn0/s320/13669_188370063477_718068477_3892980_420957_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399141881592104786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/Su2a8VkMrpI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9Gj6iw0PXbc/s1600-h/DSC02746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/Su2a8VkMrpI/AAAAAAAAA5g/9Gj6iw0PXbc/s320/DSC02746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399141889658891922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rented a &lt;a href="http://www.expresscar.com.sg/"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt; for this weekend and I was having all the fun ferrying people about Singapore. Got lost even with a GPS (navigation doesn't work). I'm going to miss you Nissan Sunny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in early to Boiler Room and managed to check out the pretty cool deco. Met Edz (way cool outfits!) Missed the performance (Miss you Joey and Gino!) and it took so long for the music in PowerHouse to warm up. Movida wasn't very crowded but I got pulled to dance by this half naked and really high, woman dancing with her white guy. Scary! I'm really glad I don't drink to that extent anymore... Please remind me not to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SvTx_k-Sn2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/ebbNOVHBkOY/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SvTx_k-Sn2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/ebbNOVHBkOY/s320/D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401207927683063650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/Su2a8GifGRI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eQsWYgMKLvM/s1600-h/31102009026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/Su2a8GifGRI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/eQsWYgMKLvM/s320/31102009026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399141885625178386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me as Ms Spider. Forgot my black gloves though. Spent halloween outside MacDonald's near the 'beach' at Vivocity laughing with Doreen, Samantha, Peilin, Desmond, Marcus and his friends. St James had a helluva crowd and I was too tired to go back...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Cheryl to pass some things to her today and was going to be on my way to Ikea Alexandra to meet Davio for lunch. Got some route advice and a map, but &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; still managed to get lost on the BKE. Ended up past Derek's house, Ngee Ann Poly and Ravin's place. well, at least I've seen some new roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;strong&gt; McDonald's&lt;/strong&gt; says it 'C'est tout ce que j'aime!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-3705658328189962268?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/3705658328189962268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=3705658328189962268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3705658328189962268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3705658328189962268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-to-miss-my-joyride.html' title='Going to miss my joyride'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/Su2a73g7R1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/5UxSxYe-qn0/s72-c/13669_188370063477_718068477_3892980_420957_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-4174479985023930028</id><published>2009-10-24T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:50:27.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; great'/><title type='text'>To cheat or not to cheat</title><content type='html'>I really wonder which one is worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) feeling guilty for cheating on your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) finding out you've been cheated on from the very beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe in karma now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-4174479985023930028?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/4174479985023930028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=4174479985023930028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4174479985023930028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4174479985023930028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-cheat-or-not-to-cheat.html' title='To cheat or not to cheat'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-3173214738052816916</id><published>2009-10-22T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:40:47.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hmmm....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Secret wisdom on being a MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Taken from  Reader's Digest, July 2009, Pg 140&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael to grandfather: "How did you do it? I've been married for seven years and I don't think we're going to make it to eight. I try to do everything I can to please my wife, but she's never happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like Michael, I was bewildered by today's confusing messages about men," says author Elliot Katz. In his book &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being the Strong Man a Woman Wants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Katz uses the fictional yet typical narrative between his grandfather and Michael to share knowledge on the subject. Here are some of the lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Show leadership&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a situation needs to be dealt with, step forward. Women don't admire men who wait for others to solve their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be decisive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you avoid making decisions, you're avoiding your responsibilities. Don't say, "it's up to you." You may think you're being nice, but you may end up frustrating your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something goes wrong, take responsibility and try to improve the situation. Don't simply blame others for the way things are. Be strong. Control your emotions. Blowing up in anger only harms yourself and the people you care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-3173214738052816916?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/3173214738052816916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=3173214738052816916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3173214738052816916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3173214738052816916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/secret-wisdom-on-being-man.html' title='Secret wisdom on being a MAN'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-504886010299661884</id><published>2009-10-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:36:02.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders</title><content type='html'>Christophe got reminded of me when he was packing his room and he saw the Bon Jovi figurine I gave him. I got a HELLO sms from Francis when something reminded him of me. I went to St James and it reminded me to ask Edz and Julia too. Had discussions in school about MOE and it reminded me of Pei Pei. We talked about cars, and it reminded me to ask Peiling to come for Halloween. Met Craig on the bus today and he reminded me of my bestie. &lt;br /&gt;I love reminders. They're so useful in helping me remember the things and people that are precious to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-504886010299661884?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/504886010299661884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=504886010299661884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/504886010299661884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/504886010299661884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminders.html' title='Reminders'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-2943122943099936183</id><published>2009-10-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:28:56.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StMuwqlIThI/AAAAAAAAA44/Q4NU8gyEWtE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StMuwqlIThI/AAAAAAAAA44/Q4NU8gyEWtE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391704592491236882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 80's fashion idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-2943122943099936183?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/2943122943099936183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=2943122943099936183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/2943122943099936183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/2943122943099936183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-80s.html' title='Back to the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StMuwqlIThI/AAAAAAAAA44/Q4NU8gyEWtE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-8647362676400743734</id><published>2009-10-10T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:36:57.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AAwww....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; great'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>10 octobre 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from a terrible nightmare this morning. Didn't feel very good, but dressed up anyway. Felt a little better after Joan's lesson, because we had pizza! But sadly I missed all the good ones. Attended a preview of the Bachelor of Science (with a focus on Literacy). Am pretty interested, and looking forward to it. Oh, if you've a temporary job offer from January to March 2010, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realized I haven't caught The Ugly Truth so decided to ask Doreen if she was interested to watch it. And she is! So we bought tickets for a 7pm movie at Shaw, then went shopping at Far East Plaza. OOo, there's a very cute ice cream cafe called Story of a Slice of life (if I'm not wrong). Made of shaved milk, there're many different flavours to suit any tastebuds. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StFoexptyKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/zmimnIYv0vg/s1600-h/UglyTruth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StFoexptyKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/zmimnIYv0vg/s320/UglyTruth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391205106872862882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked &lt;strong&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/strong&gt; soooooo much! Phantom of the Opera, 300, Gamer and now The Ugly Truth... He's soooo versatile!&lt;br /&gt;His character in the movie was so gutless, so cruel to women, but yet attractive at the same time. I like the way he kept arguing with Katherine Heigl's character in the movie, and yet ended up falling in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite scene:&lt;/strong&gt; Mike (Butler) and Abby (Heigl) were dancing in a club and they seemed very happy. Then they almost kissed but she stopped because she was dating Mr Perfect. In the lift they kept saying bye, until in the end, they really did kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heartbreaking part: &lt;/strong&gt;Both went back to their own rooms, and confused Abby was wondering why they klssed when there was a knock on her door. To her surprise it was Mr Perfect instead of Mike. At the same time, Mike was on his way back to Abby's room, unaware of Mr Perfect's arrival. Oh man... I really feel for Abby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 5/5 vibrating undies (my favourite ron-com at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreen and I ended the night with Neo-print! Pretty fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is it possible to watch someone who means so much to you leave without knowing if things are going to remain the same?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-8647362676400743734?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/8647362676400743734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=8647362676400743734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/8647362676400743734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/8647362676400743734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StFoexptyKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/zmimnIYv0vg/s72-c/UglyTruth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-4986040911305903597</id><published>2009-10-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:05:33.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; great'/><title type='text'>try</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;try  /traɪ/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Show IPA verb, tried, try⋅ing, noun, plural tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object) &lt;br /&gt;1. to attempt to do or accomplish: Try it before you say it's simple.  &lt;br /&gt;2. to test the effect or result of (often fol. by out): to try a new method; to try a recipe out.  &lt;br /&gt;3. to endeavor to evaluate by experiment or experience: to try a new field; to try a new book.  &lt;br /&gt;4. to test the quality, value, fitness, accuracy, etc., of: Will you try a spoonful of this and tell me what you think of it?  &lt;br /&gt;5. Law. to examine and determine judicially, as a cause; determine judicially the guilt or innocence of (a person). &lt;br /&gt;6. to put to a severe test; subject to strain, as of endurance, patience, affliction, or trouble; tax: to try one's patience.  &lt;br /&gt;7. to attempt to open (a door, window, etc.) in order to find out whether it is locked: Try all the doors before leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;8. to melt down (fat, blubber, etc.) to obtain the oil; render (usually fol. by out). &lt;br /&gt;9. Archaic. a. to determine the truth or right of (a quarrel or question) by test or battle (sometimes fol. by out). &lt;br /&gt;b. to find to be right by test or experience. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object) 10. to make an attempt or effort; strive: Try to complete the examination.  &lt;br /&gt;11. Nautical. to lie to in heavy weather under just sufficient sail to head into the wind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–noun 12. an attempt or effort: to have a try at something.  &lt;br /&gt;13. Rugby. a score of three points earned by advancing the ball to or beyond the opponents' goal line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Verb phrases14. try on, to put on an article of clothing in order to judge its appearance and fit: You can't really tell how it will look until you try it on.  &lt;br /&gt;15. try out, to use experimentally; test: to try out a new car.  &lt;br /&gt;16. try out for, to compete for (a position, membership, etc.): Over a hundred boys came to try out for the football team.  &lt;br /&gt;—Idioms17. give it the old college try, Informal. to make a sincere effort: I gave it the old college try and finally found an apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;18. try it, that, etc., on, Chiefly British Informal. a. to put on airs: She's been trying it on ever since the inheritance came through.  &lt;br /&gt;b. to be forward or presumptuous, esp. with a member of the opposite sex: She avoided him after he'd tried it on with her.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a secondary school talk on success once, about this word &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt;. The speaker said '&lt;strong&gt;Try &lt;/strong&gt;to get out of your chair.' People either stood up or not stand up at all. 'See, there's no such thing as &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt;.' I continue to have a love-hate relationship with this word, because I still haven't understood its proper use. For one, I really hate hearing people tell me they'll &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt;. To me, that's as good as 'I won't'. On the other hand, I like to use the word if I really cannot manage to accomplish something, or as an excuse not to do something.&lt;em&gt; Merde.&lt;/em&gt; Just gave myself away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-4986040911305903597?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/4986040911305903597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=4986040911305903597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4986040911305903597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4986040911305903597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/try.html' title='try'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-3128401965388203564</id><published>2009-10-05T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T09:21:40.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Salsa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 octobre 2009 - Movida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at Crystal Jade in Holland! Awesome stuff... It's amazing how those little things fill up the tummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap back home, then woke up for my last salsa dance class. Was quite excited because we were going to have a field trip to Movida after class!&lt;br /&gt;So I went for class and got 'scolded' for losing my 'frame' again. But I think I did better in this class, and I can dance a few more steps. Just wish I had the proper posture and styling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Food Republic in VivoCity. The Hokkien Prawn Noodle's goooooood. We then walked over to St James and went through Dragonfly to get stamped (free entry and drinks for ladies on Sundays before 9pm!) Headed to Movida; the band was already playing. Gustavo didn't recognize me (after frequently Boiler instead of Movida) but I caught his attention again (-.-) When the band ended their first set, and salsa music was playing, my dance instructor was pulling us newbies to dance with him. Honestly I was jealous! (You know the feeling when you watch every girl getting a partner to dance with and you're the one left out) But then this nice guy came up to me for my 'hand', and I was thrilled! Had so much fun dancing. And then my hot, really hot instructor Gary also pulled me to the dance floor, and this time I was literally off my feet, spinning around and going wherever he guided me. IT WAS AWESOME. I just laughed, like alot. We watched other people danced, and took some photos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StSmEUeSD6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/sSoiD_UxuWc/s1600-h/7516_173289672649_777842649_3751081_3450728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StSmEUeSD6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/sSoiD_UxuWc/s320/7516_173289672649_777842649_3751081_3450728_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392117247014735778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Derek, our thorn amongst the roses Joyce and Ashlyn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StSmEM8vInI/AAAAAAAAA5A/jHerD4uE4-I/s1600-h/7516_173286992649_777842649_3751070_7737627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StSmEM8vInI/AAAAAAAAA5A/jHerD4uE4-I/s320/7516_173286992649_777842649_3751070_7737627_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392117244994986610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our hot, really hot dance instructor Gary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely going back to salsa! And surprisingly, I meet more French people here than anywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-3128401965388203564?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/3128401965388203564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=3128401965388203564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3128401965388203564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3128401965388203564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/salsa.html' title='Salsa!'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/StSmEUeSD6I/AAAAAAAAA5I/sSoiD_UxuWc/s72-c/7516_173289672649_777842649_3751081_3450728_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-5254910611795111611</id><published>2009-10-05T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T07:44:50.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Men VS Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SsoGR5G6nDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/PEK6vmS7mts/s1600-h/apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SsoGR5G6nDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/PEK6vmS7mts/s400/apples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389126808559590450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-5254910611795111611?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/5254910611795111611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=5254910611795111611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/5254910611795111611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/5254910611795111611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/men-vs-women.html' title='Men VS Women'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SsoGR5G6nDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/PEK6vmS7mts/s72-c/apples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-1990921629360477425</id><published>2009-10-02T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:43:43.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>2 octobre 2009</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be happy playing at Wild Wild wet yesterday and today, until I realized only too late that I'd actually forgotten to invite someone to go with me. So today, I woke up at 12pm, then went for lunch with my mum. I enjoyed my day instead. It's been such a long time since I went out with my mum like that, and we talked as if we were close friends. I had a good laugh over lunch today about the guys she used to date. And I was telling her about my life too; some things that we don't usually talked about, we discussed it over lunch today. Haha. I love you mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-1990921629360477425?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/1990921629360477425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=1990921629360477425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/1990921629360477425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/1990921629360477425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-octobre-2009.html' title='2 octobre 2009'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-493763187396535884</id><published>2009-09-28T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:52:43.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;27 septembre 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up for music lesson as usual, then went shopping for Children's day presents. Decided to get just a drawing book for my 12 kids.&lt;br /&gt;Went home to prepare for a Crystal Jade lunch I'd been looking forward to since the week before! Tried Peking Duck for the first time in my life (&lt;em&gt;good stuff, although seeing the layer of fat made me shiver&lt;/em&gt;). Decided to indulge anyway. Can exercise it off the next week. It was fun meeting everyone again and knowing everyone is doing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Cheryl and Charlene, looking forward to hanging out with you soon! Loves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad drove me to &lt;a href="http://www.dance-en-motion.com/"&gt;dance class&lt;/a&gt; after a walk along the Marina Barrage Bridge. I sat outside watching the previous class practising, and also to wait for Derek. Little did I know he was already inside. Imagine my surprise when I walked in, then this very good-looking guy in a white shirt and black pants said hi to me. My heart nearly jumped out and I hyperventilated for a few seconds. &lt;em&gt;Guys just look so good in shirts... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance class was fun today... Only 5 of us in class with the instructor Gary so we did more revision. My spins were so horrible that Gary asked me to practise it! He is pretty fun and humorous, but can be quite intimidating I feel. For dance class next week, dinner then St James' Movida! Woo! Here's what salsa is like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FyiLEF8Hfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FyiLEF8Hfk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ended our salsa class, Derek noticed the class after was trial tango. We decided to stay and try it out. &lt;strong&gt;OMGosh.&lt;/strong&gt; Argentine Tango is super fun! But it was really tough to learn. The instructor said some dancers take up to 5 hours to learn just one move! Derek and I tried anyway; I laughed throughout because I either lost balance or tripped over my foot. It's a really sexy dance considering the distance between the dance partners. Might consider learning. This is Argentine Tango:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2mVJDQyyWg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2mVJDQyyWg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dance class we were deciding on a place for dinner, then settled for &lt;strong&gt;Indochine's The Sanctuary @ Orchard Wisma Atria&lt;/strong&gt;. As soon as the band started, I remember I was hooked! They were... it's too good to describe. They played Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat (which we requested). The beautiful rose among the thorns, Diana introduced herself and the band after their first set. If I'm not wrong, &lt;strong&gt;"The Therapists" perform there Sundays&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I'm sooooo going back. Anyone who wants to go too, please let me know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SsC1xknFggI/AAAAAAAAA4g/mvlra26avvU/s1600-h/27092009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SsC1xknFggI/AAAAAAAAA4g/mvlra26avvU/s320/27092009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505017580945922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lucky, Jason Mraz &amp; Colbie Caillat&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-493763187396535884?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/493763187396535884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=493763187396535884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/493763187396535884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/493763187396535884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/09/tango.html' title='Tango'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SsC1xknFggI/AAAAAAAAA4g/mvlra26avvU/s72-c/27092009(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-7419549900196275940</id><published>2009-09-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:30:55.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>An Evening with Il Divo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;21 September 2009 - An Evening with Il Divo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SrjL1RArYQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rK3gJQ3WJpg/s1600-h/jrzcys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SrjL1RArYQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rK3gJQ3WJpg/s320/jrzcys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384277470481178882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Il Divo (&lt;em&gt;from left&lt;/em&gt; David from America, Sebastien from France, Urs from Switzerland, and Carlos from Spain). They have four albums (1) Il Divo (2) Ancora (3) Siempre and (4) The Promise.&lt;br /&gt;This is their fourth album and second concert in Singapore. I'd been looking forward to their arrival since my brother bought the third album. And his excuse for not buying the fourth? "Most of the songs are not in English." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bought one ticket to catch them again at the Indoor Stadium. I say, it was magical! Although honestly, the first concert was better in terms of song arrangement and lighting, this concert didn't lack too far behind. The pictures that moved on the screen behind them seemed rather irrelevant to the song content, but it was still nice to watch them move anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastien was the one I liked because he is the French guy. But in this concert, I fell in love with David the American instead! Such emotion, such power! I felt my knees go weak each time I heard him sing. Sebastien forgot his lines again... Carlos - &lt;em&gt;such a typical Spanish name&lt;/em&gt; - was again the sexy guy flirting with all the women (&lt;em&gt;Did you miss my little... curl? - referring to his signature hairdo&lt;/em&gt;) Who wouldn't forgive him when he apologized for being cheesy? Haha... Urs had such a strong gaze during his performance I don't know whether it was mesmerizing or intimidating... "Put three classical singers and one pop singer together and you get" such a fantastic, and sexy quartet who can not only sing, but also melt the hearts of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that they sang old songs; my favourites like Pour Que Tu'maimes Encore (sang by Celine Dion), Regresa A Mi (Unbreak my heart), Everytime I Look at You, Mama, Passera and more from the new album which songs I haven't heard. I'm soooo going to buy that album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-7419549900196275940?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/7419549900196275940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=7419549900196275940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7419549900196275940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7419549900196275940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/09/evening-with-il-divo.html' title='An Evening with Il Divo'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SrjL1RArYQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/rK3gJQ3WJpg/s72-c/jrzcys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-4904816867500747166</id><published>2009-08-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:13:45.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Les chats et les femmes</title><content type='html'>Isn't it unfair that women love cats? Cats are independent, they don't listen, they don't come when you call, they like to stay out all night ans when they're home, they like to be left alone to sleep. In other words, every quality that women hate in a man, they love in a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Terry Sangster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-4904816867500747166?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/4904816867500747166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=4904816867500747166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4904816867500747166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4904816867500747166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/08/les-chats-et-les-femmes.html' title='Les chats et les femmes'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-8977935729394579754</id><published>2009-08-10T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:23:32.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Movie Weekend</title><content type='html'>Spent the National Day holiday at the Movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hangover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SoA7JEyqWtI/AAAAAAAAA4I/sedtRLTetQk/s1600-h/hangover_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SoA7JEyqWtI/AAAAAAAAA4I/sedtRLTetQk/s320/hangover_ver5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368355782916725458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ravin Saturday evening to watch this awesome movie. OMG I really love it. The jokes were hilarious and totally outrageous. I feel that it is well scripted and have quite original jokes. All the characters made it fun to watch, if just for the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: Bradley Cooper playing Phil the schoolteacher (SEXY!)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite scene: Mike Tyson came to collect his tiger and Stu (Ed Helms) started singing made up lyrics while playing the piano. That guy sure can sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5/5 roofies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met Derek Monday afternoon to catch Up at West Mall. OMG I really love this movie too! An action packed cartoon since Finding Nemo, which Derek and I agree is still (&lt;em&gt;one of the&lt;/em&gt;) best Disney Pixar film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SoA7I6SAEbI/AAAAAAAAA4A/zKIx80D-v28/s1600-h/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SoA7I6SAEbI/AAAAAAAAA4A/zKIx80D-v28/s320/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368355780095381938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: The bird, lovingly named Kevin by Wilderness Explorer Russell&lt;br /&gt;Favourite scene: Flipping through pictures of Carl Fredricksen's life with his wife until she passed away without yet fulfilling their lifelong dream of finding Paradise Falls. I teared because I found it touching.&lt;br /&gt;Why you should watch it: Because it's amazing to watch Grandpa Carl steering his house. And there's also a short video before the movie that's quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 5/5 balloons!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never met someone who's everything I ever wanted to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SoBGu1I7odI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gwdf9QHqyys/s1600-h/Derek3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SoBGu1I7odI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gwdf9QHqyys/s320/Derek3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368368526178099666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQls53Piuj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQls53Piuj0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-8977935729394579754?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/8977935729394579754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=8977935729394579754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/8977935729394579754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/8977935729394579754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-weekend.html' title='Movie Weekend'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SoA7JEyqWtI/AAAAAAAAA4I/sedtRLTetQk/s72-c/hangover_ver5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-4403983312849137268</id><published>2009-08-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:35:49.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; great'/><title type='text'>Old look, new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SncO5iADIsI/AAAAAAAAA34/4llWklHWX98/s1600-h/Une+vie+nouveau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SncO5iADIsI/AAAAAAAAA34/4llWklHWX98/s320/Une+vie+nouveau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365773862577578690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 weeks were &lt;em&gt;craaazy&lt;/em&gt;. I was a walking zombie with goldfish eyes. Work was madness and everything else didn't help the situation. &lt;br /&gt;Walked into class and &lt;em&gt;Whoa.&lt;/em&gt; I fully agree with my teacher; people &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;do funny things when they're stressed. Or depressed, in this case. Some cut their hair, some damage it; some pierce; some eat &lt;em&gt;helluva&lt;/em&gt; carbohydrates (&lt;em&gt;which is scientifically proven to make you feel happier after a horrible day&lt;/em&gt;) It's funny. &lt;strong&gt;When girls knock into reality right smack in the face and they realize that they've had enough, they cut their hair. It's therapeutic. It's like getting a whole load of rotten potatoes off your shoulders. &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt; I don't know why I'm carrying potatoes in the first place...&lt;/em&gt;) You feel good. That is until you see your debit card bill and you go &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTF... $40 on a haircut... (",)''' ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And then you look at yourself in the mirror and try to convince yourself you still look good. &lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt; I'm running out of places to pierce... Suggestions anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old look, new life. Back to dating status. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-4403983312849137268?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/4403983312849137268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=4403983312849137268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4403983312849137268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4403983312849137268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/08/old-look-new-life.html' title='Old look, new life'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SncO5iADIsI/AAAAAAAAA34/4llWklHWX98/s72-c/Une+vie+nouveau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-6143571399430896512</id><published>2009-07-11T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:36:37.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love makes you fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;11 &lt;em&gt;juillet&lt;/em&gt; 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Anniversaire, mon père! Je souhaite une vie heureuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lunch date with Ravin this afternoon at my favourite place in Toa Payoh. The ribeye steak was tasty, and quite filling. Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SliwNiNs5BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/BdiY_jp7Ij0/s1600-h/11072009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SliwNiNs5BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/BdiY_jp7Ij0/s320/11072009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357225503326266386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-6143571399430896512?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/6143571399430896512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=6143571399430896512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/6143571399430896512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/6143571399430896512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-makes-you-fat.html' title='Love makes you fat'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SliwNiNs5BI/AAAAAAAAA3g/BdiY_jp7Ij0/s72-c/11072009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-4250549122709435706</id><published>2009-07-07T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:35:42.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Have a nice day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 &lt;em&gt;juillet&lt;/em&gt; 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very.... nice day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought out my bubblegun and played bubbles with my Playgroup kids today. They were screaming in excitement and it brought a big smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a short little message 'Love you there miss denise yong... hows ya day going??' made me grin non-stop xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt today: Give unto others what you want to receive from others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HA57FbgZLMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HA57FbgZLMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-4250549122709435706?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/4250549122709435706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=4250549122709435706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4250549122709435706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/4250549122709435706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-nice-day.html' title='Have a nice day'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-7925738491634287438</id><published>2009-07-07T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:59:57.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAHAHA'/><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>6 juillet 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed Kuishin-bo's buffet! I don't feel so bad now that I heard unanswered calls too.. But then again it'd be nice if they would pick calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had alot of fun today! Averil was adorable and hanging out with Candy was like hanging out with Mum. Then with Christina and Doreen, it was like an all girls party haha... I just remembered laughing alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ravin after window shopping to watch Ice Age 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SlNg7t0EbgI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DbjokCNe6Wc/s1600-h/3611485240_bf3fb849d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SlNg7t0EbgI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DbjokCNe6Wc/s320/3611485240_bf3fb849d7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355730960900189698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardez, le titre est en français! Très intéressant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS MOVIE! I couldn't stop laughing, but when I did, I was giggling! I think they did a great job with the storyline and script (&lt;em&gt;although I wish they hadn't used words like 'idiot'&lt;/em&gt;). I was amazed by their idea of having a dinosaur world right under all that ice. The action was quite exciting too. Oh, and we have our dear friend all the way from movie 1 still struggling to get his acorn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love little Peaches and the baby dinosaurs so much, I rate this film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/5 mammoths&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Ravin Singh&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;kisses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-7925738491634287438?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/7925738491634287438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=7925738491634287438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7925738491634287438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7925738491634287438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SlNg7t0EbgI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/DbjokCNe6Wc/s72-c/3611485240_bf3fb849d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-2328675389773206751</id><published>2009-07-07T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:48:59.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>L'amour</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;em&gt;juillet&lt;/em&gt; 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonne anniversaire, mon frère! Je vous souhaite beaucoup d'argent et une vie heureuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors, aujourd'hui je suis très heureuse, parce que je sais il y a les gens qui m'aiment. Et je les aime aussi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-2328675389773206751?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/2328675389773206751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=2328675389773206751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/2328675389773206751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/2328675389773206751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/07/lamour_07.html' title='L&apos;amour'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-3226101538983838264</id><published>2009-07-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:01:09.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>RST</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;em&gt;juillet&lt;/em&gt; 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SlNfFSQw5uI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/li2xmB4B16c/s1600-h/Ronald+RST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SlNfFSQw5uI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/li2xmB4B16c/s320/Ronald+RST.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355728926279788258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the ups and downs we went through all these years of friendship. I'll always miss you, Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-3226101538983838264?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/3226101538983838264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=3226101538983838264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3226101538983838264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/3226101538983838264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-juillet-2009-i-treasure-ups-and-downs.html' title='RST'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SlNfFSQw5uI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/li2xmB4B16c/s72-c/Ronald+RST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-7692834248941828186</id><published>2009-06-18T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:49:48.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelin&apos; great'/><title type='text'>If I could decide my own life at birth...</title><content type='html'>I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I'll decide not to be born into a loving and caring family. I'll only have myself to fend for.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I'll decide to live life by my own rules. Then I can truly say the world revolves around me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I'll decide that I want a full time job as a social escort and earn one quarter of what soccer players earn in a day. Meet high flyers, one after another, and offer my emotional and physical support. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I'll decide I don't need another man in my life. Because I already have one; to hold, to love, and to keep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-7692834248941828186?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/7692834248941828186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=7692834248941828186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7692834248941828186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/7692834248941828186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-could-decide-my-own-life-at-birth.html' title='If I could decide my own life at birth...'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20389635.post-1675975490995989976</id><published>2009-06-14T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:02:46.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>State of Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;12 juin 2009 - State of Play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SjS70TxC7wI/AAAAAAAAA3A/R4BGf5a9aWQ/s1600-h/3457580975_84d8658c82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SjS70TxC7wI/AAAAAAAAA3A/R4BGf5a9aWQ/s320/3457580975_84d8658c82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347105164929199874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in slightly late,but guess what, I didn't miss anything because of the many commercials. Love the trailers but the commercials? I was hungry throughout the movie and my head was pounding. But what kept me from sleeping was the suspenseful story and Ben Affleck. He's GORGEOUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4/5 cases&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20389635-1675975490995989976?l=imesined.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/feeds/1675975490995989976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20389635&amp;postID=1675975490995989976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/1675975490995989976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20389635/posts/default/1675975490995989976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesined.blogspot.com/2009/06/state-of-play.html' title='State of Play'/><author><name>Denise Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770825181731846046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05422514444525450310'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-fdZ9WD48E/SjS70TxC7wI/AAAAAAAAA3A/R4BGf5a9aWQ/s72-c/3457580975_84d8658c82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>