<?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-15668015</id><updated>2012-02-02T11:08:44.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Schmog...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1406267607782815283</id><published>2009-09-09T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:16:37.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Found My Twin SISTER!</title><content type='html'>Ok I know I've not been blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Coz my life has been boring and coz I'm LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! TODAY! I've discovered something SO AMAZING I just have to get back on my blog and post it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz... I'VE DISCOVERED MY TWIN SISTER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Istabul, and while we were at a cafe having some tea, I started trying to snap some photos with my handphone camera. And while looking through the camera lens at my colleague Jess who was seated opposite me, I started realising.... this girl looks realllyy familiar... then OMG! SHE LOOKS LIKE ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and we both agreed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found our long lost twin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SqaP7dpvJsI/AAAAAAAACyM/lrZSCCOxJOU/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379145056675374786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SqaP7dpvJsI/AAAAAAAACyM/lrZSCCOxJOU/s400/DSC00202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SqaP68RJ1XI/AAAAAAAACyE/KeDeacSEd4c/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379145047713895794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SqaP68RJ1XI/AAAAAAAACyE/KeDeacSEd4c/s400/DSC00200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing...... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1406267607782815283?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1406267607782815283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1406267607782815283' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1406267607782815283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1406267607782815283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-found-my-twin-sister.html' title='I&apos;ve Found My Twin SISTER!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SqaP7dpvJsI/AAAAAAAACyM/lrZSCCOxJOU/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-178222100662095255</id><published>2009-07-09T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:59:35.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedestrian Killer &amp; Miracle Worker</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for a long time. Which I take as a good thing coz... IT MEANS IM BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I've got new toys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem bought a Wii for meeeeeee.................... WiiiiWiiiiWiiii... and I bought Wii Fit for only AUD99 in Sydney! So yes.. I've been busy getting fit. Trust me.. Ive got muscle aches in my abs. So im convinced its working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem also bought me a bicycle! Since this is my first ever bike and if anybody knows me... I'm physically and co-ordinationally (is there even such a word?) challenged. i.e. I can't ride a bicycle (or sometimes even walk) in a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-date, I've almost killed a mother and child...  (She literally yelled out "AIYOHH!!!" when i nearly ran her over.) I've also almost killed myself on numerous occasions. (I start to wobble the moment I come near a pedestrian...) And I've sustained numerous scratches and bruises from banging my toes on curbs.  I think I'm becoming popular in my neighbourhood..... People point and go, "There's the crazy lady on the bike!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say watch out for me.... Literally. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I'm too busy doing housework.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband thinks miracles happen in the home. That clothes magically wash and fold themselves into the closet. That newspapers magically float to the storeroom and arrange themselves nicely on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start inviting lepers over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My life is boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just scrubbed the bathroom and i got to start cooking dinner soon. Got to wake up at 3am tonight to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-178222100662095255?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/178222100662095255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=178222100662095255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/178222100662095255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/178222100662095255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/07/pedestrian-killer-miracle-worker.html' title='Pedestrian Killer &amp; Miracle Worker'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8399382412064404713</id><published>2009-06-06T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:54:38.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stupid Toe</title><content type='html'>I jumped off a seat the other day landed really wrongly on my left toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... the whole toe just crumbled beneath me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad at first... then it slowly got worse.. and it totally swelled up the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the doc yesterday... she took one look at it, poked it and said, "I think you had better do an x-ray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHAAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suspects a fracture... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie followed me to do the x-ray (Thank you dear.. *kiss*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem came home and took one look at it and said, "CHEY.. i tot it would be more swollen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How swollen do you expect it to be??", I asked in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like.. THIS BIG.", he stretched out his hands to about the size of a melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went off early this morning to play soccer. Before he left, he poked his head in the room and said, "Dun lie down in the bed so much, wait you become lazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!? I have an injured foot dammit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for expecting any TLC from HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8399382412064404713?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8399382412064404713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8399382412064404713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8399382412064404713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8399382412064404713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-stupid-toe.html' title='My Stupid Toe'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3670327472864343979</id><published>2009-05-27T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:32:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BootyShake</title><content type='html'>Suddenly... I miss my dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can discuss a PRIVATE show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Sh0HU7svRJI/AAAAAAAACx8/vnOQs3EY4Do/s1600-h/4271_173269835580_861525580_6824017_4738582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340432789335393426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Sh0HU7svRJI/AAAAAAAACx8/vnOQs3EY4Do/s400/4271_173269835580_861525580_6824017_4738582_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah i forgot. This was pre-married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3670327472864343979?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3670327472864343979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3670327472864343979' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3670327472864343979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3670327472864343979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/bootyshake.html' title='BootyShake'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Sh0HU7svRJI/AAAAAAAACx8/vnOQs3EY4Do/s72-c/4271_173269835580_861525580_6824017_4738582_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5649049573395513567</id><published>2009-05-21T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:50:54.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving The HouseWife Life</title><content type='html'>I've been playing HouseWife ever since we officially moved in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, cleaning and washing clothes... some people hate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIIKKEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cooking dinner for my parents tonight coz my Dad called me today to tell me he misses me very much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I specially went out to buy a big pot today just so I could boil soup for 4 persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. I remembered how to say "Pork Ribs" in Mandarin today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/ShUcQrkg1uI/AAAAAAAACx0/gYXSKBQSZ98/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338204006216947426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/ShUcQrkg1uI/AAAAAAAACx0/gYXSKBQSZ98/s400/DSC00154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.. and I tripped and stumbled over a stupid metal pole outside NTUC Fairprice while carrying loads of shopping bags.... and my slipper went flying! *wheeeeee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two uncles sitting nearby were quite startled by my flying slipper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tot it was utterly hilarious. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5649049573395513567?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5649049573395513567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5649049573395513567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5649049573395513567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5649049573395513567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-housewife-life.html' title='Loving The HouseWife Life'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/ShUcQrkg1uI/AAAAAAAACx0/gYXSKBQSZ98/s72-c/DSC00154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1951120536361064358</id><published>2009-05-19T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:38:23.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Mrs. Png</title><content type='html'>Finally after more than a year of planning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally officially Mrs. Png!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAYYYY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem and I can't stop looking at each other and giving each other big grins. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the little hiccups on the wedding day.. (which im too &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; to mention), everything turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stop being Bridezilla now... But i think i'm turning into the House-Cleaning Monster. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why the floor so dusty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun throw your clothes on the floor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Poor Mrs. Png.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1951120536361064358?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1951120536361064358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1951120536361064358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1951120536361064358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1951120536361064358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/call-me-mrs-png.html' title='Call Me Mrs. Png'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8652128633121339530</id><published>2009-05-07T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:34:02.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Png-To-Be</title><content type='html'>Yes.. The date draws near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bundle of nerves, very exhausted and its doesn't help that the groom is fighting a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not very fun when you've got to shift all your stuff to your new place, pack and do loads of organising at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking forward to becoming Mrs. Png.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted the groom is not a Png named Pierre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.  HeeHee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SgKf_tL6f0I/AAAAAAAACxs/L0wmqkekMkU/s1600-h/IMG_6642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333000825570230082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SgKf_tL6f0I/AAAAAAAACxs/L0wmqkekMkU/s400/IMG_6642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8652128633121339530?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8652128633121339530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8652128633121339530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8652128633121339530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8652128633121339530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/05/mrs-png-to-be.html' title='Mrs Png-To-Be'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SgKf_tL6f0I/AAAAAAAACxs/L0wmqkekMkU/s72-c/IMG_6642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6212120530498667060</id><published>2009-04-16T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:30:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wifey's Cakes</title><content type='html'>My parents distributed our wedding cakes and invites to the relatives last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I are so proud of the cakes! We ordered "Lao Por Bing"s and they were specially packed for us from Crystal Jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it came out looking quite unique... different from the usual walnut cake right? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... *sob* I've been having stress breakouts and I've gone back to drinking the vile concoction of Vitamin C mixed with collagen powder (which i drink with a straw and in one breath coz it just tastes disgusting) in a desperate attempt to stem my onslaught of zits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate means call for desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glug glug glug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cakies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SedQn8SRKzI/AAAAAAAACxc/E9bo9Yk168A/s1600-h/DSCF4459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325313731516771122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SedQn8SRKzI/AAAAAAAACxc/E9bo9Yk168A/s400/DSCF4459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SedQoOzagII/AAAAAAAACxk/71kRpEEtvuA/s1600-h/DSCF4457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325313736487633026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SedQoOzagII/AAAAAAAACxk/71kRpEEtvuA/s400/DSCF4457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*munchmunch* :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6212120530498667060?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6212120530498667060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6212120530498667060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6212120530498667060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6212120530498667060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/04/wifeys-cakes.html' title='Wifey&apos;s Cakes'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SedQn8SRKzI/AAAAAAAACxc/E9bo9Yk168A/s72-c/DSCF4459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3019259564249295166</id><published>2009-04-06T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:12:24.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Numbers</title><content type='html'>Jem and I had our families join us for food tasting at the hotel for our wedding, and my Dad asked, "What is Jeremy's and your age?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well its 32 and 28", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. 3228. Sounds like a good number. I go buy 4D."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my dad knocked on my room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geraldine... Geraldine... Come and see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waaaattttt...", I grumbled as I rolled out of bed and padded to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad pointed to the teletext page with the 4D results. "That's Jeremy's and your age right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbers "3228" glowed from the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yaaahhh...", I replied, thinking it was just a conicidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Dad proudly produced his 4D ticket with the numbers "3228" printed boldly on the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PWAH! My dad struck lottery!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad kept on saying, "Your marrige got luck ah.. Very good ah.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... lets see.. the date of my wedding... my wedding car number....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be RICH! BWAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaa.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3019259564249295166?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3019259564249295166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3019259564249295166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3019259564249295166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3019259564249295166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-numbers.html' title='Lucky Numbers'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3967676659082796069</id><published>2009-03-09T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:23:26.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro Flashback!</title><content type='html'>Guess what Jeremy found buried somewhere in his house...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SbS_5D5cMRI/AAAAAAAACw0/MQ6_BhbPyZY/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311080847596335378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SbS_5D5cMRI/AAAAAAAACw0/MQ6_BhbPyZY/s400/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! THE POPULAR 80'S CASIO HANDHELD GAMES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amazingly... they actually WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing and giggling like kids again and were so excited that they still worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a shame he lost my all time favourite "Western Bar". I remember being so jealous of my cousin coz he had it... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love my DS Lite... nothing beat these really retro games we used to play as kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem still has his Sega 16bit and Atari too! So we decided we're gonna throw a Retro game session, invite all our friends and play Street Fighter! hahahahaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool or waaaatt? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SbS_4zL71vI/AAAAAAAACws/GMazKVbfjuM/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311080843110504178" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SbS_4zL71vI/AAAAAAAACws/GMazKVbfjuM/s400/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My superduperhappy 32 year old (acts like a 10 year old) hubby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3967676659082796069?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3967676659082796069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3967676659082796069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3967676659082796069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3967676659082796069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/03/retro-flashback.html' title='Retro Flashback!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SbS_5D5cMRI/AAAAAAAACw0/MQ6_BhbPyZY/s72-c/DSC00143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6553609839867811222</id><published>2009-03-02T11:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:37:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Freeze</title><content type='html'>Finally I did a flight with Angie... and off we flew to Moscow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must go sightseeing with me ok?", insisted Angie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la! How could I not go out with her... (despite it being my 5th time there ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen..", announced the Captain. "The ground temperature is -22 Degrees Celcius..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHAATTT??!!!??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nononono... I'm NOT going out. No WAY! You couldn't force me out in that weather even if you set a Black Bear, a Siberian Tiger and a KGB Agent on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I DUN care you're going out with me!", insisted Angie as she brandished her metal tray threateningly at me. (Okok.. so im exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my darling Angie.. So of course I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still coughing out ice cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;*ker chink*&lt;br /&gt;*ooh!*&lt;br /&gt;*makes ice tea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muscovites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SateklH5rKI/AAAAAAAACwU/A-6_7E5kxj4/s1600-h/DSCF4371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440568319814818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SateklH5rKI/AAAAAAAACwU/A-6_7E5kxj4/s400/DSCF4371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All prepared to head out into the cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatawfpuryI/AAAAAAAACvk/RCKv4pmKjzI/s1600-h/IMG_4105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308436374963007266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatawfpuryI/AAAAAAAACvk/RCKv4pmKjzI/s400/IMG_4105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in a little church yard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatelbhuOaI/AAAAAAAACwk/nvY2PwAuTXk/s1600-h/DSCF4377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440582923631010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatelbhuOaI/AAAAAAAACwk/nvY2PwAuTXk/s400/DSCF4377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatelEC4rXI/AAAAAAAACwc/Dok0Um1Fbn0/s1600-h/DSCF4374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440576620277106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatelEC4rXI/AAAAAAAACwc/Dok0Um1Fbn0/s400/DSCF4374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as though we're at some mountain resort... but we're just outside our hotel on a little plot of snow!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatcqXYM_rI/AAAAAAAACwE/YHJiMXADnQM/s1600-h/DSCF4393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308438468686053042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatcqXYM_rI/AAAAAAAACwE/YHJiMXADnQM/s400/DSCF4393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crepes for breakfast... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Satav-avy-I/AAAAAAAACvc/qzsFt-a5vpI/s1600-h/IMG_4110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308436366041795554" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Satav-avy-I/AAAAAAAACvc/qzsFt-a5vpI/s400/IMG_4110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reach the Red Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Satcpy3F4vI/AAAAAAAACv8/HRL4NodPU8o/s1600-h/DSCF4427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308438458883498738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Satcpy3F4vI/AAAAAAAACv8/HRL4NodPU8o/s400/DSCF4427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes.. St. Basil's still stands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatcpQYF0NI/AAAAAAAACv0/vr2WTL-_A4w/s1600-h/DSCF4437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308438449626665170" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatcpQYF0NI/AAAAAAAACv0/vr2WTL-_A4w/s400/DSCF4437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me all your money! *point knife* Aiyah my face was freezing lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SateknizE9I/AAAAAAAACwM/NmRjGbp_kDI/s1600-h/DSCF4441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440568969499602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SateknizE9I/AAAAAAAACwM/NmRjGbp_kDI/s400/DSCF4441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Satav_fE_NI/AAAAAAAACvU/Jh2pZJg_k7I/s1600-h/IMG_4143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308436366328397010" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/Satav_fE_NI/AAAAAAAACvU/Jh2pZJg_k7I/s400/IMG_4143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course... a trip down Moscow's famous Metro stations.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatavkxkZxI/AAAAAAAACvM/Kl-8hwHPL7s/s1600-h/IMG_4152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308436359158195986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SatavkxkZxI/AAAAAAAACvM/Kl-8hwHPL7s/s400/IMG_4152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this AMAZING!!!???!!!!! Snowflakes really look like that!!!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4960267f16ccaef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4960267f16ccaef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331320548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E3CD9D92929077B9CFBC8EB4E37C26181458C11.5B7DF7F1B4E6C14186C3954E630F8476C8C3AFCC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4960267f16ccaef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp64lxKLaR7Zp-MKbM40I0ZineA8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4960267f16ccaef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331320548%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E3CD9D92929077B9CFBC8EB4E37C26181458C11.5B7DF7F1B4E6C14186C3954E630F8476C8C3AFCC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4960267f16ccaef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dp64lxKLaR7Zp-MKbM40I0ZineA8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like.. the cutest solider EVER. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha...*marchmarchmarch*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6553609839867811222?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f4960267f16ccaef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6553609839867811222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6553609839867811222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6553609839867811222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6553609839867811222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-freeze.html' title='The Big Freeze'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SateklH5rKI/AAAAAAAACwU/A-6_7E5kxj4/s72-c/DSCF4371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3343494209127907772</id><published>2009-02-20T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:02:35.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engraved Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZ41hUOVRJI/AAAAAAAACu0/goWO_TrLdN8/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wedding invites are just about ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon (my Card Designer/Wedding Dress Train Carrier) printed out the sample invite for me and I'm so pleased...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different and oh-so-classy (at least I think so!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just need to hunt for ribbons, send the cards for printing and its out they go!!! *yayy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ron.... they're really beautiful...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZ40IobW55I/AAAAAAAACuk/Yk4PfHaZVNs/s1600-h/DSCF4350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304734733984786322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZ40IobW55I/AAAAAAAACuk/Yk4PfHaZVNs/s400/DSCF4350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZ40JEcMyGI/AAAAAAAACus/wxc_qYw-wAY/s1600-h/DSCF4353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304734741504510050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZ40JEcMyGI/AAAAAAAACus/wxc_qYw-wAY/s400/DSCF4353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months left! *headachecoldsweattummycramp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3343494209127907772?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3343494209127907772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3343494209127907772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3343494209127907772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3343494209127907772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/02/engraved-invitation.html' title='Engraved Invitation'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZ40IobW55I/AAAAAAAACuk/Yk4PfHaZVNs/s72-c/DSCF4350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5729195872801501914</id><published>2009-02-16T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:18:57.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>Despite a sore and throbbing eye, I dragged Jem to the Ikea sale to grab home stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plates, cups, chopping board, knives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always dreamed of filling my shopping trolley with my OWN home stuff from Ikea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pleased... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZjncVdlM2I/AAAAAAAACuc/VZv8X_5tZog/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303243035212329826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZjncVdlM2I/AAAAAAAACuc/VZv8X_5tZog/s400/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5729195872801501914?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5729195872801501914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5729195872801501914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5729195872801501914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5729195872801501914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream Come True'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SZjncVdlM2I/AAAAAAAACuc/VZv8X_5tZog/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6244183682562692712</id><published>2009-02-06T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:36:12.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Now and Ever</title><content type='html'>Here I am in London enduring the worst snow and cold England has had in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing socks, drinking hot water and wearing double layers because my room's heater just isn't warm enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 3am this morning and spent the last 6 hours typing out my wedding booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was researching for wedding poetry, when I discovered Robert Sexton, an American artist and poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway while reading through his poetry and admiring  his artwork, I just started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words and his art are so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put in words everything I was looking to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is no moment of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you are not a part of me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you hold my heart; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you guard my soul;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you guide my dreams so tenderly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if my will might be done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all I long for could come true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with perfect joy I would choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to share eternity with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SYxWvuY7B7I/AAAAAAAACuU/OAvIsGJDCww/s1600-h/Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299706239414634418" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SYxWvuY7B7I/AAAAAAAACuU/OAvIsGJDCww/s400/Robert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Robert Sexton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6244183682562692712?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6244183682562692712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6244183682562692712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6244183682562692712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6244183682562692712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-now-and-ever.html' title='For Now and Ever'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SYxWvuY7B7I/AAAAAAAACuU/OAvIsGJDCww/s72-c/Robert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8697043292177638477</id><published>2009-01-24T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:38:59.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop 'Till I Drop</title><content type='html'>I went to Houston for the first time... Did I go sightseeing? Nooo.... Did I even venture to go to NASA? Nooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where did I go? SHOPPING AT FACTORY OUTLETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAYYYY!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EeeYuh. So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach factory outlet store... 50% off the original price! *gasp* How to resist................ Look.. its obviously not my fault right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the damn stores for putting on such price tags. *point*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a nice big town car, punched out our destination on the GPS, screamed at the GPS coz we didnt know how to use it... and I prayed silently in my heart coz the designated driver was only 23... but thank God he was a pretty steady driver. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countless illegal U-Turns and more prayers in my heart... we reached our destinations safely, shopped happily, and returned the car (and ourselves) in one piece. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yee Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXsijEOTAdI/AAAAAAAACtc/KdO4kQA2cNw/s1600-h/DSCF4332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294863772728623570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXsijEOTAdI/AAAAAAAACtc/KdO4kQA2cNw/s400/DSCF4332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its the obligatory American breakfast at IHOP for our much needed strength to lift shopping bags. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXstD_5FB1I/AAAAAAAACuM/5PhSt2L9ocI/s1600-h/DSCF4334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294875333617846098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXstD_5FB1I/AAAAAAAACuM/5PhSt2L9ocI/s400/DSCF4334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our car boot full of our booty! (pun intended) ;p And I must say.. the car boot was really huge.. so you can imagine the number of bags there are in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXsikBGZzOI/AAAAAAAACts/kCgbePBgbDo/s1600-h/DSCF4336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294863789070077154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXsikBGZzOI/AAAAAAAACts/kCgbePBgbDo/s400/DSCF4336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50% OFF &lt;em&gt;LEH&lt;/em&gt;!!! *sigh* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXskr4JMo3I/AAAAAAAACuE/eh391giWdn4/s1600-h/DSCF4342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294866123128087410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXskr4JMo3I/AAAAAAAACuE/eh391giWdn4/s400/DSCF4342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pink coin purse for my Jie.. I tot it looked so sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXskruZgltI/AAAAAAAACt8/dzBS8SV14AM/s1600-h/DSCF4341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294866120512149202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXskruZgltI/AAAAAAAACt8/dzBS8SV14AM/s400/DSCF4341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keys to My Heart. ;) A new keychain for my new house! I told Jem I want him to buy it for me.. So I will just claim back the money when I'm back home. heehee. I know.. I'm Shy-less. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXskrROLRaI/AAAAAAAACt0/TGQs9yGK8tY/s1600-h/DSCF4339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294866112679986594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXskrROLRaI/AAAAAAAACt0/TGQs9yGK8tY/s400/DSCF4339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in return... I bought handsome cufflinks from Calvin Klein for him. Make sure you don't lose it this time!!!! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be home in two days time for Chinese New Year... God I can't wait to get home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wipe tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I shop so much to fill a void in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wat the hell. *Digs a bigger hole* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai everyone!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8697043292177638477?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8697043292177638477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8697043292177638477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8697043292177638477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8697043292177638477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/01/shop-till-i-drop.html' title='Shop &apos;Till I Drop'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXsijEOTAdI/AAAAAAAACtc/KdO4kQA2cNw/s72-c/DSCF4332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-7657276942080617976</id><published>2009-01-19T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:09:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Chill</title><content type='html'>I landed in Beijing to -13 C weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FREEZING COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cold that our breath was coming out in clouds as we spoke while we were standing around in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think we had to all check if our nipples were still in place after the brief run to the bus... *peek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm typing this is -5 C Moscow... Everything is blanketed in snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out alone for awhile yesterday.. and as usual I was smiling to myself and scooping up handfuls of snow just to squish it into snowballs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After braving Beijing weather... -5 seems quite warm.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we have one of the prettiest bathrooms in Beijing! Nice big windows and lovely rain showers... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for warm baths to defrost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXRTBLcrazI/AAAAAAAACs8/5B1_Zdqsa7A/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292946741785226034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXRTBLcrazI/AAAAAAAACs8/5B1_Zdqsa7A/s400/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-7657276942080617976?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7657276942080617976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=7657276942080617976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7657276942080617976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7657276942080617976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-chill.html' title='The Big Chill'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXRTBLcrazI/AAAAAAAACs8/5B1_Zdqsa7A/s72-c/DSC00114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5122456062336255210</id><published>2009-01-16T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:02:52.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ClickClick</title><content type='html'>I finally did my photoshoot!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucked in my tummy and arched my back so much that I ended up with a muscle ache in my abs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew taking photos could be such a workout..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a tip to all future brides.... Bring along a girlfriend whom you are so comfortable with! Why?? Coz she has to hold up your massive wedding dress, follow you to the toilet and hand toilet paper to you.. and... help u flush coz you cant turn around in the teenie cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. THANK YOU RON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee. *HUG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope I don't end up looking like an idiot in the pictures. I think I just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Jem looked so handsome in his suit. HEEHEEHEE *gush*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXBigJd7j5I/AAAAAAAACs0/fO4cUMKHEMA/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291837866597126034" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXBigJd7j5I/AAAAAAAACs0/fO4cUMKHEMA/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5122456062336255210?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5122456062336255210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5122456062336255210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5122456062336255210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5122456062336255210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2009/01/clickclick.html' title='ClickClick'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SXBigJd7j5I/AAAAAAAACs0/fO4cUMKHEMA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8686083888327592219</id><published>2008-12-29T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:43:37.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Little Bee</title><content type='html'>Pwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise almost a month has passed and its only now that I have finally found time to sit here and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been damn bloody busy. BUSYBUSYBUSY. (hmmm... if only I could add a "T" between the letters "S" and "Y" of the word "BUSY" and I would be a whole lot happier... ;p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what has happened over the month. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My face erupted. *sob* I had Mount Kinabalu and Mount Pinabuto on my chin, and a whole lot of little Mount Fabers. I wanted to die. Somebody should invent a bloody mask (well.. not bloody literally...) that i can just fix over my face and I will have full makeup and perfect skin. Who gives a damn about the Theory of relativity?! Go invent something else important! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. So.... I bought a ZIT ZAPPER from the US of A. It literally zaps ur zit. It hurts... but it works. No Pain, No Gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of the wedding gowns I chose is AWOL. *WAIILLLLLLLL*. Don't Ask. It's too depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I moved to my parent's new place. Its bad enough living out of a suitcase. Try living out of a cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I WAS HOME FOR CHIRSTMAS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm leaving tomorrow.... for.... guess now..... LONDON. Where else? Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Oh yeah... I was ticked off by some racist Afrian American woman in San Francisco. Bloody funny story... I will talk about it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I hope everyone had a smashing Christmas! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8686083888327592219?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8686083888327592219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8686083888327592219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8686083888327592219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8686083888327592219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-little-bee.html' title='Busy Little Bee'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5702617811203654639</id><published>2008-12-01T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:29:36.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/STQGlRDtoaI/AAAAAAAAB4M/QaoQBOE-dYU/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met up with Ivan for lunch and tea on Friday... its always nice to meet up with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing like the cutest teapot and munching on macaroons to cheer ourselves up... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/STQGk6_ihYI/AAAAAAAAB4E/lBeP2tOy5ec/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848294938510722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/STQGk6_ihYI/AAAAAAAAB4E/lBeP2tOy5ec/s400/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then rushed down to meet Jem who was down with a really bad toothache. I held his hand while he sat in the dentist chair... He had a toothache, and I ended up with a terrible heartache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks to see your loved one suffer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it sucked even more that I had to leave him for London (again!!!) the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was even colder and even more dreary than it was just a week ago. But coz my sis commanded me to buy baby suits for my God-daughter, I braved the rainy, 4 degree weather and marched down to Oxford Street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they say we are having a global recession... it doesn't seem like it with the hoardes of shoppers along Oxford and Bond Street! I literally queued up for almost half and hour just to make payment for the baby suits.... sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/STQGlRDtoaI/AAAAAAAAB4M/QaoQBOE-dYU/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274848300861596066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/STQGlRDtoaI/AAAAAAAAB4M/QaoQBOE-dYU/s400/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im still in London. Going home tomorrow. *yayy!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far... there hasn't been any moaning and groaning coming from the next room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5702617811203654639?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5702617811203654639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5702617811203654639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5702617811203654639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5702617811203654639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/STQGk6_ihYI/AAAAAAAAB4E/lBeP2tOy5ec/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-9158421962643704139</id><published>2008-11-24T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:52:25.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moan &amp; Groan</title><content type='html'>Did my 14 Hour flight to London and crashed into bed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep with my TV switched on... but somehow.. something woke me up and I jerked awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that?", I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uuhhHH  UHHH.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UHHH!!! UHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked. Then it hit me that it was a lady moaning in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to puke.. Then I got really angry and banged the wall and screamed, "Shut UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they were beyond the point of hearing anything coz it went on... and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that I could hear them banging stuff (ie the bedsprings) around in the next room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YuckYuckYuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the volume up on the TV... and STILL.. I could hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on for a good 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I was fuming, I'm glad she had such a good time (OBVIOUSLY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things like this (and not stuff like what is happening in the NEXT room) always happen to me.....??  ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-9158421962643704139?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/9158421962643704139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=9158421962643704139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/9158421962643704139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/9158421962643704139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/11/moan-groan.html' title='Moan &amp; Groan'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2058800635692523922</id><published>2008-11-18T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:34:51.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chosen One</title><content type='html'>So we marched to the bridal studio ready to search for THE Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I thought I was going to drown in all the layers of lace, silk and netting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Ron helped me out of a dress, I would literally hold my breath and dive downwards coz I felt claustrophobic each time I couldn't find my way out of a dress! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After approximately trying on 10 different gowns (and constantly stuffing my bodice with padding to fill out the dress) I finally settled on one... it was actually the third dress I tried on.. but after I put it on, I knew my heart was with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.. I have found THE dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SSJ8ovVWtMI/AAAAAAAAB38/cWtF8O6IUfA/s1600-h/DSCF4207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269911553319548098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SSJ8ovVWtMI/AAAAAAAAB38/cWtF8O6IUfA/s400/DSCF4207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SSJ15OTsnGI/AAAAAAAAB30/HDt-J7Yls20/s1600-h/DSCF4225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269904139930606690" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SSJ15OTsnGI/AAAAAAAAB30/HDt-J7Yls20/s400/DSCF4225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My indoor and outdoor dresses. Both of which I LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2058800635692523922?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2058800635692523922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2058800635692523922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2058800635692523922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2058800635692523922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/11/chosen-one.html' title='The Chosen One'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SSJ8ovVWtMI/AAAAAAAAB38/cWtF8O6IUfA/s72-c/DSCF4207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6974721309739603739</id><published>2008-11-13T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:16:09.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Dress</title><content type='html'>On Monday I will head down to choose THE Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... The Most Important Dress Of My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dress I hope to only ever wear ONCE. hehehe... *eep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im nervous honestly.... What if I cant find THE Dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much going in my mind... like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO BOOBS, how am I going to fill a dress?  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have a super special dress for bubblebutt,flabby BUT boobless people like me. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what... maybe I should bring a magician along....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6974721309739603739?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6974721309739603739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6974721309739603739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6974721309739603739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6974721309739603739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/11/dress.html' title='THE Dress'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1204768354018353643</id><published>2008-11-04T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:41:50.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Romey</title><content type='html'>It rained and rained in Rome... But it was an otherwise pleasant trip back to Rome after three long years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore I would go into the Colosseum this time coz I didn't go in the last time I was in Rome... I was ready and willing to head in by myself... but luckily I had nice colleagues who agreed to accompany me (though I feel bad coz they had pay 12 euros just to follow me in! ;p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my risotto fix. *yayy!* (Imagine, in my two days there, I literally only had two proper meals.. no wonder I lost weight..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, rain or shine, Rome is beautiful... as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCWVhGGKWI/AAAAAAAAB2U/E33dQB9Ek3I/s1600-h/DSCF4170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264873260801468770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCWVhGGKWI/AAAAAAAAB2U/E33dQB9Ek3I/s400/DSCF4170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June and I at the Spanish Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCWV6qbzoI/AAAAAAAAB2c/afuJf6gIDPk/s1600-h/DSCF4171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264873267664768642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCWV6qbzoI/AAAAAAAAB2c/afuJf6gIDPk/s400/DSCF4171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes its that same old fountain at the foot of the steps... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCWWSn0pVI/AAAAAAAAB2k/LFBZdBEZmQI/s1600-h/DSCF4176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264873274096264530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCWWSn0pVI/AAAAAAAAB2k/LFBZdBEZmQI/s400/DSCF4176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down and soaking in the atmosphere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCXX_zlf4I/AAAAAAAAB2s/Gh73bV1jdK4/s1600-h/DSCF4177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264874402916695938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCXX_zlf4I/AAAAAAAAB2s/Gh73bV1jdK4/s400/DSCF4177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCXYY-phZI/AAAAAAAAB20/-CloOrMvA7o/s1600-h/DSCF4178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264874409673983378" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCXYY-phZI/AAAAAAAAB20/-CloOrMvA7o/s400/DSCF4178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Fav Pic... Leona and I just lounging around after lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCXZGn_ntI/AAAAAAAAB28/n25bIt8ogPk/s1600-h/DSCF4180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264874421926993618" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCXZGn_ntI/AAAAAAAAB28/n25bIt8ogPk/s400/DSCF4180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite places, the Colosseum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCYncfyB9I/AAAAAAAAB3E/Z43AvTzvwjI/s1600-h/DSCF4187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875767827924946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCYncfyB9I/AAAAAAAAB3E/Z43AvTzvwjI/s400/DSCF4187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCYpEx3KMI/AAAAAAAAB3M/FAEtyWFDV3w/s1600-h/DSCF4182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875795821045954" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCYpEx3KMI/AAAAAAAAB3M/FAEtyWFDV3w/s400/DSCF4182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCYpkpz_BI/AAAAAAAAB3U/8n8-om_9U1I/s1600-h/DSCF4192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875804377218066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCYpkpz_BI/AAAAAAAAB3U/8n8-om_9U1I/s400/DSCF4192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally! Inside the Colosseum! It was really quite amazing honestly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCaSbFR0nI/AAAAAAAAB3c/_bioaU8N5As/s1600-h/DSCF4193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264877605694329458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCaSbFR0nI/AAAAAAAAB3c/_bioaU8N5As/s400/DSCF4193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my wind tousled hair... And humidity and my hair are not exactly best friends.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCaS0AjXbI/AAAAAAAAB3k/iwMqSG1C5gY/s1600-h/DSCF4197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264877612385394098" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCaS0AjXbI/AAAAAAAAB3k/iwMqSG1C5gY/s400/DSCF4197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the colour of the setting sun against the Colosseum and the blue sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCaTbZL1EI/AAAAAAAAB3s/zLrfIC2UMQM/s1600-h/DSCF4199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264877622957691970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCaTbZL1EI/AAAAAAAAB3s/zLrfIC2UMQM/s400/DSCF4199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... such glam, gold, Gucciness... I desire.. therefore I covet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. A colleague I went shopping with marched to the Ferragamo store to buy shoes of the SAME design in 4 different colours. I nearly fainted. However, they didn't have the design she wanted anymore. Thank God. Coz if she did, I probably would have had an heart attack on her behalf... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1204768354018353643?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1204768354018353643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1204768354018353643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1204768354018353643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1204768354018353643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainy-romey.html' title='Rainy Romey'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SRCWVhGGKWI/AAAAAAAAB2U/E33dQB9Ek3I/s72-c/DSCF4170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1685627350485826316</id><published>2008-10-30T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:24:55.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must. Go. Out.</title><content type='html'>I realise I have no social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im quite depressed over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I havent even dressed up to go out for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I did, Jem said, "You look tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honestly, Im quite dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1685627350485826316?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1685627350485826316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1685627350485826316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1685627350485826316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1685627350485826316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-go-out.html' title='Must. Go. Out.'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-7344349950590475606</id><published>2008-10-29T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:48:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Haven't Been Blogging....</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz Im too busy playing with my DS Lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-7344349950590475606?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7344349950590475606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=7344349950590475606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7344349950590475606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7344349950590475606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='Why I Haven&apos;t Been Blogging....'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4138635834244610820</id><published>2008-10-16T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:07:56.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonked</title><content type='html'>I was happily standing in the bathtub showering when I spotted the sign pasted on the bathroom wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guests are reminded to use the bath mat to prevent slipping...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bah", I scoffed to myself as I shampooed my hair. I've never used the bathmat before and I'VE never slipped before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the conditioning, soaping and scrubbing.. I turned off the shower and reached for the bath towel and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee* *BONK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stunned, naked woman sprawled in the bathtub is NOT a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't BELIEVE how I was &lt;em&gt;juussttt&lt;/em&gt; thinking about how I NEVER slipped... and I slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so typical of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God is always out to teach me a lesson. Harrumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. when I showered just now.. I used the bloody bathmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rub bruised knee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4138635834244610820?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4138635834244610820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4138635834244610820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4138635834244610820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4138635834244610820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/bonked.html' title='Bonked'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1565482974875110095</id><published>2008-10-09T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:39:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Addict</title><content type='html'>I'm totally hooked on the Nintendo DS Lite game, Diner Dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so bad that when I close my eyes at night before I sleep, I see little people waving at me to take their order or mop up a spill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BABY PINK DS LITE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the Steamboat Gang (ie. *take deep breath* DarenJennySharonMinghanAngieTerTerTiffany&amp;amp;Hafiz) for getting it for me!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my game... *taptaptap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAYYYY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SO3cdfOehZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/sAd1Lz1GvRI/s1600-h/DSCF4138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255098739367773586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SO3cdfOehZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/sAd1Lz1GvRI/s400/DSCF4138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats me deliriously happy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SO3cIcq-LYI/AAAAAAAAB2E/jGPSKpi3h5s/s1600-h/DSCF4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255098377904729474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SO3cIcq-LYI/AAAAAAAAB2E/jGPSKpi3h5s/s400/DSCF4145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pose* I think the baby pink suits me... ;) heeheehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, waiting in long queues prove not to be a problem anymore.... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1565482974875110095?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1565482974875110095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1565482974875110095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1565482974875110095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1565482974875110095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-addict.html' title='Game Addict'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SO3cdfOehZI/AAAAAAAAB2M/sAd1Lz1GvRI/s72-c/DSCF4138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1348435981377645204</id><published>2008-10-05T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:41:04.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Float Away</title><content type='html'>After two weeks of planning to surprise Jem with a day spa session, and after LOTS of researching, I finally settled on a couple package at The Retreat spa at Changi Village Hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw that they offered a private sea-facing jacuzzi and chocolate fondue, I was SOLD. *chopstamp* hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was two weeks of lying to Jem that he had to attend one of those dreaded "Extended Family Gatherings"... I doubt he was looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sputtering and grumbling when I finally revealed my surprise. He said, "I'm not prepared to go for a spa... how much does it cost..." blahblahblah.... That Ingrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the therapist lead us to our private room, he shut up. Coz it was SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird initially.. coz I've never been naked outdoors before.. even though it was supposedly private..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after five minutes.. its was all bare skin and who cares who's watching??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I need to book one of those Banyan Tree Villas soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spa Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhxtif2fRI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Igc-ycmWY8A/s1600-h/DSCF4146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253573992496135442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhxtif2fRI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Igc-ycmWY8A/s400/DSCF4146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253573996941083154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhxtzDnAhI/AAAAAAAAB1k/3AlVx9ZsGU8/s400/DSCF4147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhy1vqPl6I/AAAAAAAAB10/O89rqtDqkcU/s1600-h/DSCF4166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253575232979965858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhy1vqPl6I/AAAAAAAAB10/O89rqtDqkcU/s400/DSCF4166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so sinfully lovely?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhxuCQuczI/AAAAAAAAB1s/KOOCIU2t7Z4/s1600-h/DSCF4163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253574001022628658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhxuCQuczI/AAAAAAAAB1s/KOOCIU2t7Z4/s400/DSCF4163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned but throughly relaxed after the massage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhy1zLXoAI/AAAAAAAAB18/GDjiNhm1kfU/s1600-h/DSCF4167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253575233924210690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhy1zLXoAI/AAAAAAAAB18/GDjiNhm1kfU/s400/DSCF4167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the spa... byebye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhwc7a7NiI/AAAAAAAAB1E/x_CVKGHlKb4/s1600-h/DSCF41611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253572607616955938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhwc7a7NiI/AAAAAAAAB1E/x_CVKGHlKb4/s400/DSCF41611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhwdAr0jhI/AAAAAAAAB1M/ElCdhkFzoOs/s1600-h/DSCF41621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253572609030000146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhwdAr0jhI/AAAAAAAAB1M/ElCdhkFzoOs/s400/DSCF41621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhwdd5FaaI/AAAAAAAAB1U/2EXt8vmkYqI/s1600-h/DSCF41601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253572616870259106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhwdd5FaaI/AAAAAAAAB1U/2EXt8vmkYqI/s400/DSCF41601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving every minute... And each other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you liked it Dar! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1348435981377645204?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1348435981377645204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1348435981377645204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1348435981377645204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1348435981377645204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/float-away.html' title='Float Away'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SOhxtif2fRI/AAAAAAAAB1c/Igc-ycmWY8A/s72-c/DSCF4146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6569550021915255609</id><published>2008-10-02T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:33:10.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call In the Censorship Board!!!</title><content type='html'>As you know, I've been clearing out my stuff in preparation of The Big Move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While rummaging through all my cards and letters from way back in Secondary school/poly... I stumbled upon a piece of paper which I had written and placed in my keepsake box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading it now shocked me... it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE MAKING OF A PU**Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven wise men with knowledge so fine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Created a pu**y to their design.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First was a butcher, smart with wit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Using a knife, he gave it a slit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second was a carpenter, strong and bold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third was a tailor, tall and thin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By using red velvet, he lined it within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fourth was a hunter, short and stout.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a piece of fox fur, he lined it without.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Threw in a fish and gave it a smell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sixth was a preacher whose name was Macbee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touched and and blessed it and said it could pee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last came a sailor, dirty little runt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sucked it and f**cked it and called it a cunt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can't remember where I copied it from... and I didn't know I had such a flithy mind.. even then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Geri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6569550021915255609?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6569550021915255609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6569550021915255609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6569550021915255609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6569550021915255609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-in-censorship-board.html' title='Call In the Censorship Board!!!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2952789256799085238</id><published>2008-09-29T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:34:34.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vroom Vroom!!!</title><content type='html'>The F1 came to Singapore and Jem got tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better... I was just able to make it! *YAYY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I touched down in Singapore from Narita, I &lt;em&gt;F1-&lt;/em&gt;ed myself (haha) to the nearest toilet, changed my clothes, shook my hair out and I was on my way to the race track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the noise (the cars were SO LOUD!) ... the atmosphere... the drama on the track... it was such an awesome experience! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think holding an F1 night race in the city streets finally gave Singapore some much needed street cred... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jem and I drove through Geylang in search of supper after the race, we saw so many people who were still so proudly wearing their F1 ticket tags around their necks while walking around or eating, as though to advertise, "Eh... I was at the F1 Race, you know? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Jem and I had already removed our tags, but I admit... I was dying to take it out of my handbag and swing it around and scream, " I was there TOO!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker... I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;F1 Night Race!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODRimRpNMI/AAAAAAAAB0k/YRPFE_6o9ec/s1600-h/DSCF4086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251427557834306754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODRimRpNMI/AAAAAAAAB0k/YRPFE_6o9ec/s400/DSCF4086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODRi64-xGI/AAAAAAAAB0s/oMOd9EqWn-o/s1600-h/DSCF4088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251427563368006754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODRi64-xGI/AAAAAAAAB0s/oMOd9EqWn-o/s400/DSCF4088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem and I in the thick of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODSt93BwSI/AAAAAAAAB00/OLswUXgkIHo/s1600-h/DSCF4089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251428852655309090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODSt93BwSI/AAAAAAAAB00/OLswUXgkIHo/s400/DSCF4089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the race to start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODRirCQC1I/AAAAAAAAB0c/W4z0ck07dfA/s1600-h/DSCF4107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251427559111920466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODRirCQC1I/AAAAAAAAB0c/W4z0ck07dfA/s400/DSCF4107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there they go!!! (You have no idea how hard it is to snap one of these cars zooming by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add icing to my weekend cake, Gwen was on my flight to Narita! I brought her to the FrancFranc store I so love and spent an hour there the last time.... and we spent another hour there again buying stuff!!! See? It really &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; such a cool store.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODSuczK-ZI/AAAAAAAAB08/z9GQDA5GsJo/s1600-h/DSCF4080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251428860960635282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODSuczK-ZI/AAAAAAAAB08/z9GQDA5GsJo/s400/DSCF4080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more weekends like this... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2952789256799085238?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2952789256799085238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2952789256799085238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2952789256799085238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2952789256799085238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/vroom-vroom.html' title='Vroom Vroom!!!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SODRimRpNMI/AAAAAAAAB0k/YRPFE_6o9ec/s72-c/DSCF4086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4880166762712579520</id><published>2008-09-25T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:05:53.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the Hustle</title><content type='html'>I can't believe what I found deep in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing after I found a 1999 copy of Hustler Magazine which I had smuggled in from Australia on a school trip. Obviously I  stupidly did whatever my guy friends were doing then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember showing it excitedly to (then 22 year old) Jem, and he didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I prefer Japanese girls...", he said as he handed it back to me after just flipping through it for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. All the trouble for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And into the deepest recess of my closet it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have NO IDEA how to get rid of it without frightening my neighbourhood rubbish collector. I figured no matter how small I rip the magazine into pieces, I'm SURE somehow, some bit of a boob or a waxed pussy(cat) will appear SOMEWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get a paper shredder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody wants it... let me know. Don't need to be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course... you prefer Japanese girls. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SNuydBErB-I/AAAAAAAAB0U/hJB2GBYggII/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249986002204428258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SNuydBErB-I/AAAAAAAAB0U/hJB2GBYggII/s400/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4880166762712579520?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4880166762712579520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4880166762712579520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4880166762712579520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4880166762712579520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-hustle.html' title='Do the Hustle'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SNuydBErB-I/AAAAAAAAB0U/hJB2GBYggII/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5701907959565084972</id><published>2008-09-14T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:39:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year...</title><content type='html'>*sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to MEeee...&lt;br /&gt;I'm 27 &lt;em&gt;orediii&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5701907959565084972?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5701907959565084972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5701907959565084972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5701907959565084972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5701907959565084972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-year.html' title='Another Year...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4721736366278396863</id><published>2008-09-12T18:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:42:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Getaway</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make Jem go for a short getaway just so that he would stop working so hard. Since Bangkok is in political turmoil, we changed our plans at the last minute and headed to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the whole reason I went on the trip was to get Jem away from his work, my plan bombed coz he brought his Blackberry along for the trip.. BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that Blackberry. *pui*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good, much needed break....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sampling posh Ah Yat Abalone to streetside Char Kway Teow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From having our feet nibbled by fishes at a fish spa to losing money at the blackjack tables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go Genting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpIdCug16I/AAAAAAAAByc/-Yzy3RZTvtM/s1600-h/DSCF4013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245084379811731362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpIdCug16I/AAAAAAAAByc/-Yzy3RZTvtM/s400/DSCF4013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpIdR9hIMI/AAAAAAAAByk/WAhamfZjNUQ/s1600-h/DSCF4015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245084383901196482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpIdR9hIMI/AAAAAAAAByk/WAhamfZjNUQ/s400/DSCF4015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our room... Who would have thought we could have such nice views from Genting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpIdvSKmpI/AAAAAAAABys/IataicDQLl4/s1600-h/DSCF4020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245084391772428946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpIdvSKmpI/AAAAAAAABys/IataicDQLl4/s400/DSCF4020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pounce* Good morning Dar!!! Let's go KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpJOvm7HWI/AAAAAAAABy0/c9p6Lj7Ip3g/s1600-h/DSCF4024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245085233673084258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpJOvm7HWI/AAAAAAAABy0/c9p6Lj7Ip3g/s400/DSCF4024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpJO9G3LCI/AAAAAAAABy8/XiaWUe5xgIY/s1600-h/DSCF4022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245085237296704546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpJO9G3LCI/AAAAAAAABy8/XiaWUe5xgIY/s400/DSCF4022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ward off the cold with cups of hot coffee as we enjoy the view down the cable car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpJPAgCQfI/AAAAAAAABzE/HBt3FnA89ZM/s1600-h/DSCF4026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245085238207594994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpJPAgCQfI/AAAAAAAABzE/HBt3FnA89ZM/s400/DSCF4026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy the cable car ride down Genting... its quiet, peaceful and so full of greenery. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpKcL8vjeI/AAAAAAAABzc/BMg8Sf8EC-k/s1600-h/DSCF4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245086564130721250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpKcL8vjeI/AAAAAAAABzc/BMg8Sf8EC-k/s400/DSCF4048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to try this!!! See what the sign reads: "The mysterious lips, trade however foot of fish massage". HUH??!!! Hahahahaaa.... Wat the f**k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpKbntzgyI/AAAAAAAABzM/urPZrSV-WLU/s1600-h/DSCF4045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245086554404389666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpKbntzgyI/AAAAAAAABzM/urPZrSV-WLU/s400/DSCF4045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEDING TIME!!! See how they attack Jem's feet! It was so bad even another lady who was having her feet nibbled pointed and laughed at the fish hysteria going on a Jem's feet. Honestly before we started, I kept wondering what would happen if we poked our feet in the water and all the fish just died... ? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpKb0H_aYI/AAAAAAAABzU/yKqEGWJwTXA/s1600-h/DSCF4050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245086557735446914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpKb0H_aYI/AAAAAAAABzU/yKqEGWJwTXA/s400/DSCF4050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet. Fish. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLzN9rfiI/AAAAAAAABz8/JoA-VkK4W5c/s1600-h/DSCF4066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245088059320139298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLzN9rfiI/AAAAAAAABz8/JoA-VkK4W5c/s400/DSCF4066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were rejuvinated from the fish massage (Read: Fish Feeding Frenzy), we head down to Jalan Alor for some street food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLbDttijI/AAAAAAAABz0/_qEadJpcSj4/s1600-h/DSCF4064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245087644251949618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLbDttijI/AAAAAAAABz0/_qEadJpcSj4/s400/DSCF4064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLayc2TJI/AAAAAAAABzs/-Tayuwjkg7o/s1600-h/DSCF4059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245087639617817746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLayc2TJI/AAAAAAAABzs/-Tayuwjkg7o/s400/DSCF4059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chay Kway Teow and Oyster Omelette! Mmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLainUDEI/AAAAAAAABzk/cxGoOzX4qgk/s1600-h/DSCF4038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245087635366743106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpLainUDEI/AAAAAAAABzk/cxGoOzX4qgk/s400/DSCF4038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jem all tuckered out. *sneak a photo* HeeHeeHee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*kiss* 'Till our honeymoon next year!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4721736366278396863?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4721736366278396863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4721736366278396863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4721736366278396863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4721736366278396863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/genting-getaway.html' title='Genting Getaway'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMpIdCug16I/AAAAAAAAByc/-Yzy3RZTvtM/s72-c/DSCF4013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8720592761351164584</id><published>2008-09-06T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:45:21.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Franc</title><content type='html'>So I flew to Narita for the first time in the belly of the Beluga whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived depressed and throughly dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Whale. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, what is the best therapy for depression, dejection and everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody say it together..... SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. ;p (I'm predictable, I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stop I made after lunch was a Japanese lifestyle store called &lt;a href="http://www.francfranc.com/"&gt;FrancFranc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell in LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent over an hour in the store falling in love at every aisle. I swear I had to control and pick and choose my final purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I saw I wanted for my new house. From pots and pans to cups and plates and rice cookers and waste bins. (I throughtly REGRET not buying this pink and grey polka dotted mug set. I was afraid Jem couldnt bring himself to drink out of a polka dotted mug... Now, I hate myself. Damn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad I couldn't lug everything I wanted home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the retail therapy worked (doesnt it ALWAYS?!?) and I returned to the Whale determined to carve it out and have it's blubber for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHOMPGNAWCHOMP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't like it any better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kick whale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FrancFranc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHzuVLLOnI/AAAAAAAAByM/iPpA-lvDEik/s1600-h/DSCF3999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242739418519517810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHzuVLLOnI/AAAAAAAAByM/iPpA-lvDEik/s400/DSCF3999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap dispensers for every sink in the home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHzuCRhbWI/AAAAAAAAByE/ZRVGxWbGO48/s1600-h/DSCF4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242739413445864802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHzuCRhbWI/AAAAAAAAByE/ZRVGxWbGO48/s400/DSCF4003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii toothbrushes! I instantly fell in love with the crystal tip at the end. Black one for Jem and the pink and white one for ME. *brushbrush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHx7wDqzEI/AAAAAAAABx8/dkhUks6n5rY/s1600-h/DSCF4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242737450050833474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHx7wDqzEI/AAAAAAAABx8/dkhUks6n5rY/s400/DSCF4006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a toothbrush holder for my vanity. Exactly what I was looking for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHx7GTJpeI/AAAAAAAABxs/v6jwYiiTgj0/s1600-h/DSCF4008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242737438841480674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHx7GTJpeI/AAAAAAAABxs/v6jwYiiTgj0/s400/DSCF4008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHx7RrRX5I/AAAAAAAABx0/XX8EOf3f7ls/s1600-h/DSCF4011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242737441895440274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHx7RrRX5I/AAAAAAAABx0/XX8EOf3f7ls/s400/DSCF4011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaver Holder! So cutteee................ I was choosing between this green and shocking pink. I didn't think Jem would have appreciated the shocking pink one. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what did my dirty mind spot in the 100Yen store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMH0ICUPJMI/AAAAAAAAByU/SA4g24etlzA/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242739860133848258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMH0ICUPJMI/AAAAAAAAByU/SA4g24etlzA/s400/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a kitchen sponge. But anything BIG.WIDE.HARD. is damn good in my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8720592761351164584?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8720592761351164584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8720592761351164584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8720592761351164584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8720592761351164584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/francfrancfranc.html' title='I Love Franc'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SMHzuVLLOnI/AAAAAAAAByM/iPpA-lvDEik/s72-c/DSCF3999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3855383971358824541</id><published>2008-09-05T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:29:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. God.</title><content type='html'>I logged into The Straits Times when my Bro-in-law told me about an article he read online today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headlines screamed, "SIA steward accused of rape".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it happened in Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siigghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, nothing good happens in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring there people there go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my heart goes out to the poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Courts%2Band%2BCrime/Story/STIStory_275264.html?vgnmr=1"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Courts%2Band%2BCrime/Story/STIStory_275264.html?vgnmr=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3855383971358824541?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3855383971358824541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3855383971358824541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3855383971358824541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3855383971358824541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh. My. God.'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2343282379474662182</id><published>2008-09-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:31:03.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then How?</title><content type='html'>I've developed a habit of saying, "Then how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started ever since Jem and I bought our place and started having to make decisions for the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem HATES it when I say "Then how?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's coz we never really had to make any decisions before this. At most, it was as simple as where to eat, what movie to watch, where to drink our next glass of beer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now every conversation revolves around something to do with the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically our converstations go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem: Scott (our contractor) says we can't fix this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? Then how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem: &amp;amp;*#(*)#%*Q!~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem gets really, REALLY mad. We literally had fights over it coz he blew up when I said those two dreaded words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him those two words mean: "You make the decision"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I don't mean it that way, It just means," I would like your opinion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just cut down to a simple two-word singlish of "Then how".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying not to say it... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Runs off and hides under blanket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tee Hee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2343282379474662182?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2343282379474662182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2343282379474662182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2343282379474662182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2343282379474662182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/09/then-how.html' title='Then How?'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1416800077436928636</id><published>2008-08-25T17:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:25:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3-Hour Jam</title><content type='html'>Jem had the bright idea of driving into JB for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we gathered MH, Sharon and Angie and we all piled into the car and headed for JB at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made bets as to what time we would hit the causeway. Sharon said 6:10pm. Jem said 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it at 8:20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BLOODY HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all that Mas Selamat's fault. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie needed to pee so badly halfway through the jam that she and MH got out of the car and walked to the nearby MacDonalds. They even bought a takeaway meal for starving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Jem's, Ron's and my turn to get out and walk out to have a pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic jam was THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played silly games in car.. Name games, Singing games.. even Maths games. (I obviously tried to cheat with a calculator...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a driver reading the paper and driving at the same time, another trying to entertain his girlfriend with a little stuffed cow while she ignored him.. We saw motorcyclists riding AGAINST the flow of traffic and MH even got out to have a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say it was a boring three hours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SLJ03SiVR8I/AAAAAAAABxk/HhgvC_gYrcc/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238377809802774466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SLJ03SiVR8I/AAAAAAAABxk/HhgvC_gYrcc/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played badminton yesterday. My butt now hurts. I didn't even know there were muscles in my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it's so saggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition... my shoulder hurts, my arm hurts, my back hurts and my thighs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now walk funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excercise is so NOT for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1416800077436928636?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1416800077436928636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1416800077436928636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1416800077436928636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1416800077436928636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-hour-jam.html' title='The 3-Hour Jam'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SLJ03SiVR8I/AAAAAAAABxk/HhgvC_gYrcc/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6405689532135070204</id><published>2008-08-19T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:06:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Ducks</title><content type='html'>Jem brought tickets to take Josh (and ME) out for a trip on the Duck Tours last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say our day started out BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What started out as a day planned with picking Josh up from his enrichment class and bringing him for a nice meal at Fish and Co. and on to the Duck Tour ended up with disaster when Jem inserted his key into his car's ignition and... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a horrible cranking sound like the car was on its death bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the horrible word that escaped my mouth when I realised that the battery was dead. I swear, you would have thought that I would have shrieked in frustration. But the singular, strung out "&lt;em&gt;FUUCKKKK"&lt;/em&gt; that came out of my mouth was such a strange guttural sound that even I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how I really sound when distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, we had to rush to the repair shop on foot, make arrangements for my mum to pick him instead and keep our fingers crossed it was a simple issue of changing the car battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it was, but Jem's car gauges started beeping wildly and nobody in the repair shop knew how to repair it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if God just wanted to punish me a little more for not going to Assumption Day Mass, it started to rain really heavily. (Look, I'm SORRYYY!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were driving along the ECP in the pouring rain, with Joshua staring at Uncle Jeremy's gauges beeping wildly and flashing red and blue and me trying to make Josh sing "rain rain go away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to Suntec City Mall and since we were already late, abandoned our plans for a nice lunch and instead had to make do with fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we rushed all the way to the tour counter. While buying tickets, Jem asked Josh if he wanted the little duck whistles selling at S$3.50 a pop. Josh said yes, so Jem bought it for him. After blowing it precisely TWICE, he din want it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Uncle Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow so we got on the boat and Josh kept complaining it was so slow and asked me why all the bum boats were faster than our boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeezus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the end of the tour and when we got off. Josh announced, "The Duck Tour is boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOR POOR UNCLE JEREMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jem was really devastated to hear those words out of Josh's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Josh home (that ingrate), I treated Jem to a nice buffet dinner just to show I really appreciated his all his effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had drinks and after we went home, I REALLY showed him just how appreciative I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Rubber Duckies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SKph0YvM77I/AAAAAAAABxM/4k7CgHOZTUk/s1600-h/DSCF3982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236105069393145778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SKph0YvM77I/AAAAAAAABxM/4k7CgHOZTUk/s400/DSCF3982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SKph2IbUt9I/AAAAAAAABxU/6WMhxIdT_dc/s1600-h/DSCF3985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236105099374540754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SKph2IbUt9I/AAAAAAAABxU/6WMhxIdT_dc/s400/DSCF3985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SKph2uGl5wI/AAAAAAAABxc/MrVRqSNAUuA/s1600-h/DSCF3988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236105109488133890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SKph2uGl5wI/AAAAAAAABxc/MrVRqSNAUuA/s400/DSCF3988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little minx. But Ah Yee and Uncle Jeremy still love you very very much. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6405689532135070204?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6405689532135070204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6405689532135070204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6405689532135070204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6405689532135070204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/sitting-ducks.html' title='Sitting Ducks'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SKph0YvM77I/AAAAAAAABxM/4k7CgHOZTUk/s72-c/DSCF3982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6126908085096305943</id><published>2008-08-12T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:06:42.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Expensive</title><content type='html'>Jem has been complaining and complaining about the fuel prices over the past months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, since my birthday is coming up, Jem asked me what I would like for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno... I have to think about it." (Apparently at a time when we are spending loads of money on the house renovation and wedding and the fact that we should be saving for our honeymoon... asking for a *screams out loud* NINTENDO BABY PINK DS LITE.. seems quite frivilous, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did think of just asking him to take me out for a nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was reading a copy of the Reader's Digest (August 2008) over lunch in Melbourne when I came across this joke, which just totally changed my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry can't figure out what to get his girlfriend for her birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh," she says, "just take me someplace expensive."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So he drops her off at the petrol station.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly laughed the ravioli out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe I shall ask for the *screams out loud again* NINTENDO BABY PINK DS LITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodoodoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6126908085096305943?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6126908085096305943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6126908085096305943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6126908085096305943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6126908085096305943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/08/somewhere-expensive.html' title='Somewhere Expensive'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6034067906383665656</id><published>2008-07-31T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:20:16.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIYEEEEE!!!</title><content type='html'>I brought Josh out for some ice cream today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe it? I forgot to hold Josh's hand to go up the escalator and left him standing alone at the bottom clutching his pink Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realised I forgot when I heard his little voice call out, "Ah Yee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died when I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to him (after frantically running DOWN an UPWARD moving escalator) I hugged him and wailed and laughed hysterically, "I'm sorry sweetie!!! I'm sorryyy!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said, "It's ok Ah Yee... You forgot about me right? Hehehe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all because I was trying so hard to avoid this bloody &lt;em&gt;bak kwa&lt;/em&gt; promoter who was shoving toothpicks full of &lt;em&gt;bak kwa&lt;/em&gt; at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Joshie... I will buy you a whole TUB of ice cream, okie? *kisskisshughugkisskiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SJGhNRhRr9I/AAAAAAAABxE/tbOMtu19Tfc/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229137891767201746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SJGhNRhRr9I/AAAAAAAABxE/tbOMtu19Tfc/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6034067906383665656?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6034067906383665656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6034067906383665656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6034067906383665656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6034067906383665656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/aiyeeeee.html' title='AIYEEEEE!!!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SJGhNRhRr9I/AAAAAAAABxE/tbOMtu19Tfc/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1435877466969154670</id><published>2008-07-22T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:54:41.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Red</title><content type='html'>My eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jem scolded me yesterday coz I was &lt;em&gt;hiao&lt;/em&gt; and still wore my contacts even though they were already red on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up this morning and they were all red and stinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DieDieDie. Jem SURE will scold again. *scared*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see doc and I'm on MC for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Put on obligatory sad face but actually.......YAYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laze in bed and slurps bubble tea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaAAaarrrr... Dun scold okie..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1435877466969154670?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1435877466969154670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1435877466969154670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1435877466969154670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1435877466969154670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/seeing-red.html' title='Seeing Red'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-515419746751473150</id><published>2008-07-13T23:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:39:48.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Caved In.. In Paris</title><content type='html'>Before I left for Paris, I asked Jem, "Dar? Can I buy a new wallet?" *pout* *give pitiful look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy lor...", he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised, "Hey.. its my own money afterall!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed to Paris with a mission. Tee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit a dripping nose and a very painful ear (my right ear canal ended up totally blocked upon landing)... I marched with a purpose to the LV store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aiyah&lt;/em&gt;... later then I show u my purchase... ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second day I went to the Lourve and finally.. FINALLY after numerous attempts, I finally managed to enter and view the infamous Mona Lisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now die in peace. ;p *knock wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Je'Taime Paris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHomBGsTvQI/AAAAAAAABu0/So0XfwQBnfo/s1600-h/DSCF3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528518307691778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHomBGsTvQI/AAAAAAAABu0/So0XfwQBnfo/s400/DSCF3922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melissa and I! Our third flight together! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHomBQTdLPI/AAAAAAAABu8/4eVgnQvzT-A/s1600-h/DSCF3929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528520887807218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHomBQTdLPI/AAAAAAAABu8/4eVgnQvzT-A/s400/DSCF3929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prized posession! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHouf1BxXwI/AAAAAAAABvM/Hu12trslJTE/s1600-h/DSCF3978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222537842234842882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHouf1BxXwI/AAAAAAAABvM/Hu12trslJTE/s400/DSCF3978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHovhIe2aGI/AAAAAAAABvk/5viqtnJfno4/s1600-h/DSCF3937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222538964148578402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHovhIe2aGI/AAAAAAAABvk/5viqtnJfno4/s400/DSCF3937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Day Two we head to the Lourve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHovhVrv1FI/AAAAAAAABvs/laQZ5I2mbgM/s1600-h/DSCF3944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222538967692334162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHovhVrv1FI/AAAAAAAABvs/laQZ5I2mbgM/s400/DSCF3944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHougomm8vI/AAAAAAAABvc/vTsZpmmcaVA/s1600-h/DSCF3942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222537856079557362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHougomm8vI/AAAAAAAABvc/vTsZpmmcaVA/s400/DSCF3942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally in! I finally got tickets!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHovh3t_j5I/AAAAAAAABv0/PcKLB24EFuc/s1600-h/DSCF3950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222538976828559250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHovh3t_j5I/AAAAAAAABv0/PcKLB24EFuc/s400/DSCF3950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mona Lisa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHov-2dyzBI/AAAAAAAABv8/P-9LRvILPGQ/s1600-h/DSCF3952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222539474708384786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHov-2dyzBI/AAAAAAAABv8/P-9LRvILPGQ/s400/DSCF3952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everybody's jostling to grab a pic of the Mona Lisa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHov_a3ZiYI/AAAAAAAABwE/w-Zd8CSxLYc/s1600-h/DSCF3955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222539484479457666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHov_a3ZiYI/AAAAAAAABwE/w-Zd8CSxLYc/s400/DSCF3955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other "must-see", the Venus de Milo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHov_j9bbtI/AAAAAAAABwM/6-2VrATJSwc/s1600-h/DSCF3960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222539486920666834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHov_j9bbtI/AAAAAAAABwM/6-2VrATJSwc/s400/DSCF3960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought I had big feet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowxwAk7MI/AAAAAAAABwc/kmMNF2Spjn8/s1600-h/DSCF3965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540349148556482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowxwAk7MI/AAAAAAAABwc/kmMNF2Spjn8/s400/DSCF3965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowxl4ZVeI/AAAAAAAABwU/NpMYnZMVR-A/s1600-h/DSCF3964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540346429887970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowxl4ZVeI/AAAAAAAABwU/NpMYnZMVR-A/s400/DSCF3964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Egyptian mummies and coffins... *gulp* Creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowyZhO_UI/AAAAAAAABws/1lgmDk7i8a0/s1600-h/DSCF3975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540360291384642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowyZhO_UI/AAAAAAAABws/1lgmDk7i8a0/s400/DSCF3975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowyBwA3xI/AAAAAAAABwk/CXdxmnmzFqk/s1600-h/DSCF3971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222540353910923026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowyBwA3xI/AAAAAAAABwk/CXdxmnmzFqk/s400/DSCF3971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing, huge bronze statues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHowy9ftHjI/AAAAAAAABw0/HNeL0AuHRz4/s1600-h/DSCF3979.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okok.. (now back to the important bit) so you're wondering which wallet I bought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHomBoMnOOI/AAAAAAAABvE/RVj9eVvj9Es/s1600-h/DSCF3932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222528527301556450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHomBoMnOOI/AAAAAAAABvE/RVj9eVvj9Es/s400/DSCF3932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the Monogram Vernis Leather French Purse! *love*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalalalaaaaa............... *skipskip*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-515419746751473150?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/515419746751473150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=515419746751473150' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/515419746751473150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/515419746751473150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-caved-in-in-paris.html' title='I Caved In.. In Paris'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHomBGsTvQI/AAAAAAAABu0/So0XfwQBnfo/s72-c/DSCF3922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1815541681314356732</id><published>2008-07-09T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:22:14.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>I feel so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so desperately to whine but.. NO ONE IS AT HOME. *WAIL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kickkickkick* *throw tantrum*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1815541681314356732?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1815541681314356732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1815541681314356732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1815541681314356732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1815541681314356732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4488743306920157196</id><published>2008-07-08T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:44:28.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Connection</title><content type='html'>So I was summoned at the very last minute to get my ass to the airport to fly to moscow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go anywhere. After having been pick pocketed while in Moscow before dampened my fervour for sightseeing in Moscow. Anyway, I've already been to the kremlin TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked out to the nearby petrol station to buy a gallon of water and beer (to help me sleep at night... haha.. ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, hauling a giant bottle of water and stuffing beer into my little Longchamp handbag at the counter as the cashier stared at this strange Chinese girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holed up in my room, I was watching DVDs and guzzling beer when I heard a loud banging sound. Looking out my window, I saw fireworks! Now I love fireworks, but what really took my breath away was this huge, beautiful rainbow soaring over the Olympic statium. (Moscow hosted the Summer Olympics back in 1980...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat in my chair, admiring the rainbow, watching the sun set (it was almost 11pm and the sun had yet to set...) and guzzled the rest of my beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMERUUXz7I/AAAAAAAABuk/6LavmNz8xpU/s1600-h/DSCF3911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220521088610979762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMERUUXz7I/AAAAAAAABuk/6LavmNz8xpU/s400/DSCF3911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMBTuTIgSI/AAAAAAAABuM/uLJaBHUtOAc/s1600-h/DSCF3906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220517831409959202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMBTuTIgSI/AAAAAAAABuM/uLJaBHUtOAc/s400/DSCF3906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMEvcgqjsI/AAAAAAAABus/ZYYwWnBbj0Q/s1600-h/DSCF3912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220521606206099138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMEvcgqjsI/AAAAAAAABus/ZYYwWnBbj0Q/s400/DSCF3912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMBUKEztFI/AAAAAAAABuU/tZN4e6QC-cY/s1600-h/DSCF3914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220517838866068562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMBUKEztFI/AAAAAAAABuU/tZN4e6QC-cY/s400/DSCF3914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMBUYxpEjI/AAAAAAAABuc/wRUsPZo3DyI/s1600-h/DSCF3921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220517842812211762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMBUYxpEjI/AAAAAAAABuc/wRUsPZo3DyI/s400/DSCF3921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a cold on my last day. I have NO IDEA how I caught a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tissues stuck up my nose now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4488743306920157196?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4488743306920157196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4488743306920157196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4488743306920157196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4488743306920157196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/rainbow-connection.html' title='Rainbow Connection'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SHMERUUXz7I/AAAAAAAABuk/6LavmNz8xpU/s72-c/DSCF3911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-431745841185536918</id><published>2008-07-02T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:45:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get the joke</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, somebody asked me out of the blue, "I dare you to french kiss me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a blank stare and said, "It's not don't dare... It's don't want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's probably joking. But somehow I just don't get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-431745841185536918?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/431745841185536918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=431745841185536918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/431745841185536918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/431745841185536918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-get-joke.html' title='I don&apos;t get the joke'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-850104554698000336</id><published>2008-07-01T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:19:48.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Clean</title><content type='html'>I was happily lying in bed on a Sunday afternoon reading my novel when my Mum burst into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you please clean out your closet?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced up from my book and looked at my bursting wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah?", I replied in a super &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; way. "Dun need &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;... its FINE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum marched over to my closet and flung open the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You call this FINE??!", she screeched as a few items of clothings fell out and &lt;em&gt;plopped&lt;/em&gt; onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come! We clean it out together!" My mum announced as she marched purposefully down the stairs to grab a few large garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring I didn't have much of a choice left, I hauled my lazy butt out of bed and started to drag all my clothes out of the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with a mountain of unwanted clothes.. again. (how come I &lt;em&gt;STILL&lt;/em&gt; got so many old clothes? I remember clearing out my wardrobe about a year ago and I cleared out a TON of clothes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting rid of four FULL bags of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my closet is so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to re-stock. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalaaa... *hee*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGpK8n4hxnI/AAAAAAAABuE/czuonhu_Azo/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218065523620824690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGpK8n4hxnI/AAAAAAAABuE/czuonhu_Azo/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-850104554698000336?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/850104554698000336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=850104554698000336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/850104554698000336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/850104554698000336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/07/spring-clean.html' title='Spring Clean'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGpK8n4hxnI/AAAAAAAABuE/czuonhu_Azo/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2153935201165401196</id><published>2008-06-26T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:47:21.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide Open</title><content type='html'>I got a mailer last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the government is trying to encourage women my age to go for Pap smears to detect cervical cancer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you girls got it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... I've never been for a Pap smear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok according to the pamphlet, it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should go for regular screenings if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have regular sex &lt;em&gt;(ME? Have sex? Why I'm a virgin! *coughcough*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You smoke &lt;em&gt;(What if I used to puff puff abit? ;p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have had mulitiple sex partners &lt;em&gt;(No comment. Anyway, as I said, I'm a virgin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have had an STD &lt;em&gt;(Ok this one I really dun have...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah (I can't bloody remember the rest)...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok.. so basically I SHOULD go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine spreading my legs and showing my bits to a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;pasieh&lt;/em&gt; leh... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2153935201165401196?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2153935201165401196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2153935201165401196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2153935201165401196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2153935201165401196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/06/wide-open.html' title='Wide Open'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-7809188596093123640</id><published>2008-06-24T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:32:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Ashley</title><content type='html'>I swear, my little God-Daughter is the cutest thing alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her "unoffical" God-Pa, Jem, was so smitten by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGCRSwnr2RI/AAAAAAAABt8/GK8dZ9dO6gI/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328119970060562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGCRSwnr2RI/AAAAAAAABt8/GK8dZ9dO6gI/s400/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGCQ1XraD_I/AAAAAAAABt0/j-stcLGh1GM/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215327615058579442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGCQ1XraD_I/AAAAAAAABt0/j-stcLGh1GM/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just makes my heart melt to mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scoops up goo and dumps it back into my chest*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-7809188596093123640?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7809188596093123640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=7809188596093123640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7809188596093123640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7809188596093123640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/06/princess-ashley.html' title='Princess Ashley'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SGCRSwnr2RI/AAAAAAAABt8/GK8dZ9dO6gI/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3086035086993400224</id><published>2008-06-19T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:26:57.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Woman's Hands</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Frankfurt today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really busy flight..  I worked behind the curtains so my hands got so work roughened and the skin all burnt from touching all the hot casserols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met up with my sis for lunch this afternoon, Joshua held my hand and asked me, "Ah Yee... why is your hand so rough?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised.. such an innocent, blunt comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "Ah yee touches alot of hot plates when I work so I burnt the skin on my hands. Thats why my hands so are rough..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and accepted my explanation in that innocent, trusting way. But I could tell he didn't really want to hold my hand anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifices we make for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3086035086993400224?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3086035086993400224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3086035086993400224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3086035086993400224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3086035086993400224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-womans-hands.html' title='Working Woman&apos;s Hands'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3834884473922442517</id><published>2008-06-13T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:32:30.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring</title><content type='html'>I got my new phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yayy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hating my black, boring, fat and masculine phone for the longest time, I finally found a phone which I really liked! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how hard it is to find a white, slim, slider phone which is 3G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... TA DAHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SFHkGSDQGuI/AAAAAAAABts/LgVDjmt__mU/s1600-h/DSCF3902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211197040420199138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SFHkGSDQGuI/AAAAAAAABts/LgVDjmt__mU/s400/DSCF3902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part: Jem paid half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalalalaaaaa...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3834884473922442517?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3834884473922442517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3834884473922442517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3834884473922442517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3834884473922442517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/06/ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SFHkGSDQGuI/AAAAAAAABts/LgVDjmt__mU/s72-c/DSCF3902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2734546724226291373</id><published>2008-06-06T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:39:00.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains, Go Shopping!</title><content type='html'>It was raining miserably in Hong Kong EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going to Lantau Island for sightseeing, but due to the miserable weather, we decided to go (you guessed it!) SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There never is any bad weather for shopping. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we start shopping in Hong Kong…. There is shopping to do in San Francisco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAYY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hope Jem is not reading this post…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even BETTER than shopping, was the (you guessed it again!) REALLY GREAT FOOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DOUBLE YAYY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From famous pancakes and clam chowder in San Francisco, to dim sum, mango dessert and street food galore in Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BurpBurpBurp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shiokz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and eating... what more do you want in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.. if only there was sex thrown in. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZvwA8K8KI/AAAAAAAABrM/E5VSW33QQjA/s1600-h/DSCF3859[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207972889777336482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZvwA8K8KI/AAAAAAAABrM/E5VSW33QQjA/s400/DSCF3859%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav pancake place! I dragged everyone who was interested to have breakfast here. I'm glad everyone enjoyed it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZvvw8K8JI/AAAAAAAABrE/z24gu1rVuJQ/s1600-h/DSCF3860[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207972885482369170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZvvw8K8JI/AAAAAAAABrE/z24gu1rVuJQ/s400/DSCF3860%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love corn beef hash and pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdMqg8K8bI/AAAAAAAABtU/3z4iS40U6LQ/s1600-h/DSCF3867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208215787357794738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdMqg8K8bI/AAAAAAAABtU/3z4iS40U6LQ/s400/DSCF3867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was off to Fisherman's Wharf for the third time! Now where's tat cute fellow I saw... *squint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdMqQ8K8aI/AAAAAAAABtM/nborc9GHi3s/s1600-h/DSCF3870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208215783062827426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdMqQ8K8aI/AAAAAAAABtM/nborc9GHi3s/s400/DSCF3870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some beastiality porn action at the Rainforest Cafe... ;p Got to love the look on Mr. Gorilla's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdO3w8K8cI/AAAAAAAABtc/NeJOB0691Jo/s1600-h/DSCF3866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208218214014316994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdO3w8K8cI/AAAAAAAABtc/NeJOB0691Jo/s400/DSCF3866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They never have my name at those darn souvenir shops! So I settled with the next closest thing... hahaha.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdO4A8K8dI/AAAAAAAABtk/Y2Nd8aEzC_c/s1600-h/DSCF3865.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdMpw8K8ZI/AAAAAAAABtE/YiVZWc6F7lc/s1600-h/DSCF3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208215774472892818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdMpw8K8ZI/AAAAAAAABtE/YiVZWc6F7lc/s400/DSCF3874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super realistic food magnets! *lick* Hmmm... Taste like.. Rubber. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZyKw8K8LI/AAAAAAAABrU/DeIUstDaLoI/s1600-h/DSCF3869[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207975548362092722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZyKw8K8LI/AAAAAAAABrU/DeIUstDaLoI/s400/DSCF3869%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZyLQ8K8MI/AAAAAAAABrc/bkuFhL_zC_I/s1600-h/DSCF3878[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207975556952027330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZyLQ8K8MI/AAAAAAAABrc/bkuFhL_zC_I/s400/DSCF3878%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furry Crabbie! I had never eaten such a fuzzy crab before... but it was really fresh and nice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdLPA8K8YI/AAAAAAAABs8/PaT2WUdDEtU/s1600-h/DSCF3876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208214215399764354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdLPA8K8YI/AAAAAAAABs8/PaT2WUdDEtU/s400/DSCF3876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course... What is a visit to the wharf if you dun have a bowl of clam chowder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdLOw8K8XI/AAAAAAAABs0/AGNAavoE-fk/s1600-h/DSCF3882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208214211104797042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdLOw8K8XI/AAAAAAAABs0/AGNAavoE-fk/s400/DSCF3882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after all the hard, HARD work of shopping.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdKFw8K8VI/AAAAAAAABsk/1pHSLoLAW_Q/s1600-h/DSCF3883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208212956974346578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdKFw8K8VI/AAAAAAAABsk/1pHSLoLAW_Q/s400/DSCF3883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdLOg8K8WI/AAAAAAAABss/mEosJob-PDs/s1600-h/DSCF3881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208214206809829730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdLOg8K8WI/AAAAAAAABss/mEosJob-PDs/s400/DSCF3881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We treat ourselves to some Cold Stone Creamery! Everybody meet Ms. Birthday Cake Remix and Mr. Peanut Butter Cup Perfection! My two fav flavours!!! *drool*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdKFg8K8UI/AAAAAAAABsc/1noN5rrQf_A/s1600-h/DSCF3884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208212952679379266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdKFg8K8UI/AAAAAAAABsc/1noN5rrQf_A/s400/DSCF3884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abercrombie was ON SALE! This denim skirt was only $19.90!!! Last one in my size! I laughed at everyone else who was digging for it. WHAHHAHAaaa *evil laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdKFQ8K8TI/AAAAAAAABsU/sXlZfCco6Vc/s1600-h/DSCF3886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208212948384411954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdKFQ8K8TI/AAAAAAAABsU/sXlZfCco6Vc/s400/DSCF3886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And my fav "slacker" blouses from Abercrombie and Old Navy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdI5g8K8SI/AAAAAAAABsM/YEgars4yq9Q/s1600-h/DSCF3887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208211647009321250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdI5g8K8SI/AAAAAAAABsM/YEgars4yq9Q/s400/DSCF3887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for Dim Sum in Hong Kong! I love Chicken Crockery. Hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdI5Q8K8RI/AAAAAAAABsE/N3OHfn3YlZs/s1600-h/DSCF3888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208211642714353938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdI5Q8K8RI/AAAAAAAABsE/N3OHfn3YlZs/s400/DSCF3888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tower of Dim Sum! And this was only a little of what we ACTUALLY ordered! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdHWg8K8PI/AAAAAAAABr0/xcUEho1fqdo/s1600-h/DSCF3891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208209946202271986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdHWg8K8PI/AAAAAAAABr0/xcUEho1fqdo/s400/DSCF3891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdI5A8K8QI/AAAAAAAABr8/DFjNv9spRZ0/s1600-h/DSCF3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208211638419386626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdI5A8K8QI/AAAAAAAABr8/DFjNv9spRZ0/s400/DSCF3889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course... Hui Lau Shan Dessert... Tried their super sinful Curry Combo. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdHWQ8K8OI/AAAAAAAABrs/Aszo_hpYpDI/s1600-h/DSCF3894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208209941907304674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdHWQ8K8OI/AAAAAAAABrs/Aszo_hpYpDI/s400/DSCF3894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought fake lashes!!! *flutterflutterblinkblink* I ended up having glue all over my eyelids since its the first time I tried fake lashes. But the effect... woo hoo! Aren't we women so fake? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course there is always that ONE ITEM I bought that I love so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdHVg8K8NI/AAAAAAAABrk/rbA-s9KCm90/s1600-h/DSCF3901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208209929022402770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEdHVg8K8NI/AAAAAAAABrk/rbA-s9KCm90/s400/DSCF3901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wedding "Xi" paper puncher! I swear it is seriously so cute. I can't wait to use it for my wedding stationery. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't all my trips be so nice? *pout*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2734546724226291373?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2734546724226291373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2734546724226291373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2734546724226291373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2734546724226291373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-it-rains-go-shopping.html' title='When It Rains, Go Shopping!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SEZvwA8K8KI/AAAAAAAABrM/E5VSW33QQjA/s72-c/DSCF3859%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-937995669826098585</id><published>2008-05-27T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:32:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You Little Minx.....</title><content type='html'>I met my sis and Joshie for breakfast at the kopitiam today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brekkie, we headed to a nearby shop while my sis looked at t-shirts for Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh dragged me to the toys section of the store and started pointing out all the different toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah Yee, Grandma bought me this (toy) yellow taxi. She was looking all over for the white one but she couldn't find it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really?" I replied, and wandered away from the toy section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh eventually dragged me back and slyly asked me in his oh-so-innocent 4 year old voice, "So Ah Yee.... which toy are u choosing to buy for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me?! Why you sneaky little thing you...Buy you a toy? Which one you want?!" I replied, shocked that I got cornered by my minx of a nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want the white taxi", he pointed to it on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you already have the yellow one! It's exactly the same except in a different colour! No! Cannot anyhow waste money! I said sternly to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed and said in a very grown up manner,"Don't worry Ah Yee... Money can always earn... You're working right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted at his smart-ass reply and trying so hard not to laugh that I sputtered out, "That's not the point! You.. You.. Let's go find Mommy! I must tell Mummy about what you said..." and grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the store to report to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I thought he was so smart and I was so pleased that I wanted to buy him the taxi... But sorry Joshie... Mommy said no. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But I probably will get it for him one of these days just coz he's so cute. HeeHee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later as we were walking to the bustop, I heard a Grandmother scolding her grandchild, "Shut up and walk! Keep quiet or I will slap your bloody mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sis and I were so stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine any grandparent scolding their grandchild that way.... I know my parents love their grandkids to death... My Dad massages Josh's feet for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was so sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-937995669826098585?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/937995669826098585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=937995669826098585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/937995669826098585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/937995669826098585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-you-little-minx.html' title='Why You Little Minx.....'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1752700361510592477</id><published>2008-05-22T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:03:52.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitation Rights</title><content type='html'>Jem and I had an interesting visit the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just driven home to Jem's place... we were coming out of the car and I was yakking away to Jem when I realised that he wasn't exactly paying attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was staring at something off to my side. And when I followed his gaze, I blinked twice and stared blankly at it before I realised what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the mother of all giant grasshoppers happily sitting on his car antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally shrieked and jumped 3 feet into the air and somehow careened backwards in absoulte horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One passerby stared at me like I was mad. (Well you would scream too if you saw the size of it you prick! Harrumph.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up to Jem's place and I prayed that Mr. Grasshopper would go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "If the grasshopper is still there when we come back down, I will take a pic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the car, Mr. Grasshopper was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDT3XQ8K8II/AAAAAAAABq8/az-uzG7wNVQ/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203055448576159874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDT3XQ8K8II/AAAAAAAABq8/az-uzG7wNVQ/s400/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OF COURSE the pic is blurry... my hands were shaking from sheer terror for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed back into the car (me, I threw myself into the front seat in a record of 2 seconds flat), when I had this funny feeling about Mr. Grasshopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to say something to Jem about it when he turned to me and said, "You know, the other day when I attended my Uncle's funeral (he had just passed away the week before), I tied a ribbon on my car's antenna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Hello Uncle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1752700361510592477?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1752700361510592477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1752700361510592477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1752700361510592477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1752700361510592477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/visitation-rights.html' title='Visitation Rights'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDT3XQ8K8II/AAAAAAAABq8/az-uzG7wNVQ/s72-c/DSC00234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4722547051848856821</id><published>2008-05-21T21:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:00:59.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manga Mania</title><content type='html'>Spent a couple of days in chilly, rainy Manchester. (Escape from Singapore's searing weather! So hot here!!! Can die can??! ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I got to know a new colleague, who turned out to be Ron's friend! Super freaky. But it was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he used to be a graphic designer, he dragged me to see a Manga exhibition at Manchester's Urbis museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was kinda reluctant, but it turned out to be quite interesting... especially the &lt;em&gt;Hentai&lt;/em&gt; (adult sex comics) section. Whahahaha. It was only at that section that I got super excited. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant trip. I hadn't had a nice trip in a long, long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Urbis in Manchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQz3PuqG4I/AAAAAAAABqU/wc6y0pNL51I/s1600-h/DSCF3850[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202840493727816578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQz3PuqG4I/AAAAAAAABqU/wc6y0pNL51I/s400/DSCF3850%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urbis Museum - "I Could Be Yours" (for the right price..! Any takers? No..? Sigh. ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQz3_uqG5I/AAAAAAAABqc/syi-hFwos64/s1600-h/DSCF3853[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202840506612718482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQz3_uqG5I/AAAAAAAABqc/syi-hFwos64/s400/DSCF3853%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQz5PuqG6I/AAAAAAAABqk/hsP50DQ8KOg/s1600-h/DSCF3852[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202840528087554978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQz5PuqG6I/AAAAAAAABqk/hsP50DQ8KOg/s400/DSCF3852%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cuutee the graphics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQ3dvuqG7I/AAAAAAAABqs/s7C2qmQfJyw/s1600-h/DSCF3856[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202844453687663538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQ3dvuqG7I/AAAAAAAABqs/s7C2qmQfJyw/s400/DSCF3856%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this.. I tot it was an interesting take of Da Vinci's "Vitruvian Man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQ3ePuqG8I/AAAAAAAABq0/XRuB8ykV7Mg/s1600-h/DSCF3857[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202844462277598146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQ3ePuqG8I/AAAAAAAABq0/XRuB8ykV7Mg/s400/DSCF3857%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look! A mention about Singapore! *Homesick* (This was part of a gardening exhibition, not the manga one if u wondering... hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Harry Kewell (the Liverpool football player) was on my flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God he is &lt;em&gt;SOOOO&lt;/em&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee Hee. *gush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4722547051848856821?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4722547051848856821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4722547051848856821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4722547051848856821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4722547051848856821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/manga-mania.html' title='Manga Mania'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SDQz3PuqG4I/AAAAAAAABqU/wc6y0pNL51I/s72-c/DSCF3850%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2366814004438579006</id><published>2008-05-17T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:12:20.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it?</title><content type='html'>So it's only 5.98 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do math to save my life, but here's how I have figured out the equation to my sad 5.98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.98&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ No New LV/Gucci/Coach bag (because: One LV bag = One Washing Machine.)&lt;br /&gt;+ Everything in savings for new house&lt;br /&gt;+ no extra $$$&lt;br /&gt;+ Sad Geri&lt;br /&gt;+ Whiny and Pouty Geri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Poor Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Hoo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Dar can I still buy the new handphone though? Pleeaasseee? *bat eyelashes*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2366814004438579006?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2366814004438579006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2366814004438579006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2366814004438579006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2366814004438579006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it?'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6252079828083493161</id><published>2008-05-13T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:09:26.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Cookie</title><content type='html'>Like.. How cute is this cookie??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SChqrfuqG2I/AAAAAAAABqE/lsfOpJzQ2eo/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199523065283353442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SChqrfuqG2I/AAAAAAAABqE/lsfOpJzQ2eo/s400/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute hor? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted it in the supermarket while in Brisbane. Cradled it all the way home just so the sugar coating wouldnt crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda "heartpain" to eat it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SChqrvuqG3I/AAAAAAAABqM/rLuWfaQJCuU/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199523069578320754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SChqrvuqG3I/AAAAAAAABqM/rLuWfaQJCuU/s400/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chomp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wipe crumbs off lips*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6252079828083493161?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6252079828083493161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6252079828083493161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6252079828083493161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6252079828083493161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-cookie.html' title='Hello Cookie'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SChqrfuqG2I/AAAAAAAABqE/lsfOpJzQ2eo/s72-c/DSC00223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3973263026887322873</id><published>2008-05-09T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:13:10.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Woman</title><content type='html'>I got back from work early this morning, had a few hours of sleep and woke up at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give Jem a call and the first thing he says when he answers the phone is, "Daaarrrr... I'm siiccckkk...". I could so imagine him pouting at the other end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Jem is very whiny when he is sick. Really. And I'm so gonna get flak from him for saying this on my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... once he said, "sick" and "sore throat"... I immediately went into full Protective Wife/Mother Mode. *puts on super hero costume*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of bed and decided... I'm gonna cook! I will boil soup and cook nourishing food for my poor dear! (Another Note: I've never REALLY tried cooking and marketing all by myself... imminent disaster ahead? ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a second to waste, I hunted down my trusty old notebook with all the recipes my sister made me jot down inside, blew the dust off the cover and revealed the generations of secret recipes handed down from... erm.. my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is not so oily to cook?" I pondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the health benefits I was considering. It's coz I'm terrified of my Mum when she comes home to an oily house. My Sis and I have nicknamed her "The Sticky Floor Police". I swear she has sitcky/oily floor sensors on her feet that are beyond a regular human being's capabilities. She can feel a nano molecule of oil on the floor. You should see her when she puts one foot in the house and screeches, "Why the floor so stiicckkyy..??!!" It's terrifying. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm sorry.. but I digress yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after flipping through the recipies, I settled on my Mum's (and my fav) Old Cucumber Soup with Pork Ribs and my Sis's Chicken Claypot Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, tromping off to the market, full of mission and zeal despite the swealtering mid day heat. Upon reaching the pork stall, I stood in front of the glass, staring at the different cuts of pork, without a clue what was what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the uncle asked in Mandarin, "Miss... what can I help you with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "I need pork ribs." Now, remember... my Mandarin SUCKS. And I, for the life of me, forgot how to say pork ribs in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. How can I possibly NOT KNOW it's Bak Kut (in Hokkien)? Or Pai Gu (in Mandarin). Apparently it's possible. Coz I REALLY forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apparently didn't know what the f**k I was saying coz he was like, "HUH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desperation and in my broken Mandarin, I resorted to pointing to my ribs. And saying I needed to boil soup. I needed the BONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally went. "OOOHHHH.. PORK RIBS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like.. fuck! Didn't I just SAY pork ribs??!! Jeezus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got all my ingredients, treated myself to a cup of Bubble Tea (I figured I deserved it after the harrowing Pork Rib incident), and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a surprisingly enjoyable 2 hours preparing the meal, dancing to MTV while stirring at the stove. I even tidied up my room, cleaned my aircon and laid out a towel and his clothes. (Service or waaat...? ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud (and shy-less enough) to say that the meal came out a delicious sucess! Jem was so happy and so was I. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my final parting words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Geri can cook... so can YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha... ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3973263026887322873?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3973263026887322873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3973263026887322873' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3973263026887322873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3973263026887322873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-woman.html' title='Super Woman'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4248273548807851729</id><published>2008-05-08T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:49:40.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Thought I Could Get Away From It All...</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this at some foodcourt internet kiosk in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The hotel internet sucks.&lt;br /&gt;2.$2 for 21mins seems pretty reasonable&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm &lt;em&gt;kan cheong&lt;/em&gt; enough to check my email to see if any other hotels have gotten back to me regarding my enquiries. (They haven't, those bastards.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy enough to wake up and spend sometime by myself today.. with nothing better else than to think about where to eat and if there are any clothes at Supre to buy. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I thought I could just not care about the wedding stuff today.. Then I spotted this internet kiosk. And now Im back to worrying about the wedding stuff again. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks everyone for your suggestions.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping for good food at the dinner so I'm checking out Tung Luk's Club Chinois when I get back. AND they got the date I want. :) (I think unconsiously Jem and I picked an auspicious and highly popular date... geez.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... good food in a hotel location! I think its hard to beat. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it looks nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4248273548807851729?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4248273548807851729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4248273548807851729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4248273548807851729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4248273548807851729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-i-thought-i-could-get-away-from-it.html' title='And I Thought I Could Get Away From It All...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-578938444838103464</id><published>2008-05-06T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:38:58.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Attack</title><content type='html'>For the past two days I've been sitting in front of my computer calling calling calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotels, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's to enquire for my WEDDING BANQUET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, this is not turing out to be so fun afterall. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I'm on a budget and the hotels I really wanted only do like BIG BIG numbers (400 guests! I don't even have 40 friends to invite... *pout*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frankly quite trapped. And I need to confirm a date by this month if not the HDB will send someone to come after me with a &lt;em&gt;parang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRGGHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe I should elope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe I should consider a &lt;em&gt;zhi char&lt;/em&gt; store at some &lt;em&gt;kopi tiam. &lt;/em&gt;Then when Im bored during the banquet I can feed scraps to the stray cats under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellppp Meeee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-578938444838103464?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/578938444838103464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=578938444838103464' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/578938444838103464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/578938444838103464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/panic-attack.html' title='Panic Attack'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4283752785075043566</id><published>2008-05-01T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:56:40.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora's Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I bought a box from Ikea and dumped in all the little knick knacks I bought from all over the world for my new home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truth be told, I was forced by my mum coz she was sick of having my stuff all over the place. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To date I have inside: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 1 clock from Bangkok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 4 Chicken Bowls/Spoons (ALSO from bangkok)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 1 bamboo breadbasket holder like thingee from Cambodia (strangely bought in Dubai coz Shireen brought me to some world fair... hehehe.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 1 windchime from the village of Beruil, Cervina (My fav souvenir!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 1 large "Blue Eye" symbol from Istanbul &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A whole bunch of mangnets to put on my fridge! ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my new house will look like a mess of rubbish knick knacks. But nevermind! At least next time I will have nice memories of my travels... And maybe one day point out to my children where Mummy had travelled to... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SBGDfc2U4zI/AAAAAAAABp8/4LlprdW1IdM/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193076421678129970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SBGDfc2U4zI/AAAAAAAABp8/4LlprdW1IdM/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im in Frankfurt now.. I cant WAIT to go home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im terribly homesick. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4283752785075043566?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4283752785075043566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4283752785075043566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4283752785075043566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4283752785075043566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/05/pandoras-box.html' title='Pandora&apos;s Box'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SBGDfc2U4zI/AAAAAAAABp8/4LlprdW1IdM/s72-c/DSC00212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-848711421510651640</id><published>2008-04-21T10:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:11:41.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr and Mrs Daren Sofyan</title><content type='html'>Congrats to Daren and Jenny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of planning and preparation, they finally had their wedding on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely and oh-so-sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I had tears in my eyes during the church wedding. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see just how happy they were. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was honoured to be asked to co-host the wedding dinner together with Jeremy, though I do think I was a crappy host. I was literally having verbal diarrhoea and mental constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Daren and Jenny, thank you for letting us share your wonderful day and I do wish you both years and years of happiness! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for the great pics Ron! (P.S. Ron is a great amatuer photographer.. Really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wedding Bells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxGudFTI/AAAAAAAABo8/XCyn5_AHdp8/s1600-h/church1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191536309186663730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxGudFTI/AAAAAAAABo8/XCyn5_AHdp8/s400/church1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxGudFUI/AAAAAAAABpE/vjiGioh4ez8/s1600-h/church2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191536309186663746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxGudFUI/AAAAAAAABpE/vjiGioh4ez8/s400/church2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Happy Couple at their church wedding at St. Theresa's Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwY6mudFYI/AAAAAAAABpk/60hv6t7xNmE/s1600-h/pageboy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191551865558209922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwY6mudFYI/AAAAAAAABpk/60hv6t7xNmE/s400/pageboy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cute-est pageboy! hahaha.. my heart was stolen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwRqWudFXI/AAAAAAAABpc/urrFCNAxHRU/s1600-h/mememe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191543889803941234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwRqWudFXI/AAAAAAAABpc/urrFCNAxHRU/s400/mememe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwE6mudFPI/AAAAAAAABoc/jaV_05ElP78/s1600-h/Jem&amp;amp;Geri.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191529875325654258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwE6mudFPI/AAAAAAAABoc/jaV_05ElP78/s400/Jem%26Geri.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam whoring just before we head down for the wedding dinner... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwGJ2udFSI/AAAAAAAABo0/6U203EazJtY/s1600-h/angiegeri.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191531236830287138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwGJ2udFSI/AAAAAAAABo0/6U203EazJtY/s400/angiegeri.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spotted at the gala event of the year, Geraldine is charming in a lacy BCBG number while Angelina is seen here in a sophisticated ensemble by a local designer. WHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaaaaa................. crap. But Angie did look HOT. WooHoo! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwGJmudFRI/AAAAAAAABos/0JsCKzBhJKQ/s1600-h/geri+couple.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191531232535319826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwGJmudFRI/AAAAAAAABos/0JsCKzBhJKQ/s400/geri+couple.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the happy couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxmudFVI/AAAAAAAABpM/riE5rPBNmnE/s1600-h/recep.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191536317776598354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxmudFVI/AAAAAAAABpM/riE5rPBNmnE/s400/recep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy at the reception table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxmudFWI/AAAAAAAABpU/LaDAq0j9Wu8/s1600-h/recep+team.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191536317776598370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxmudFWI/AAAAAAAABpU/LaDAq0j9Wu8/s400/recep+team.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the helpers come together! With Ron busy behind the camera... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwE5WudFNI/AAAAAAAABoM/QIB1GJHXRIE/s1600-h/Daren+kiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191529853850817746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwE5WudFNI/AAAAAAAABoM/QIB1GJHXRIE/s400/Daren+kiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwdeWudFZI/AAAAAAAABps/Xmro6g0taLI/s1600-h/host2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191556877785044370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwdeWudFZI/AAAAAAAABps/Xmro6g0taLI/s400/host2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SABO&lt;/em&gt; TIME!!!! Thank you everyone for being so sporting! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwGJWudFQI/AAAAAAAABok/Ug0VGfFzBPY/s1600-h/girls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191531228240352514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwGJWudFQI/AAAAAAAABok/Ug0VGfFzBPY/s400/girls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally Ron in front of the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for Jem and I.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwE5mudFOI/AAAAAAAABoU/De64xz6z-QI/s1600-h/kiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191529858145785058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwE5mudFOI/AAAAAAAABoU/De64xz6z-QI/s400/kiss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our turn will be soon! &lt;em&gt;Akan Datang! &lt;/em&gt;Hee hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-848711421510651640?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/848711421510651640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=848711421510651640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/848711421510651640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/848711421510651640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/04/mr-and-mrs-daren-sofyan.html' title='Mr and Mrs Daren Sofyan'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAwKxGudFTI/AAAAAAAABo8/XCyn5_AHdp8/s72-c/church1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8869510430628775802</id><published>2008-04-18T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:01:16.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Angel...</title><content type='html'>So Ashley had her first baptism and I am officially Godma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It's OFFICIAL. *taps baptism certificate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the stupid period saga, it was a nice baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like her older brother Joshua, she slept right through the whole ceremony like a little Angel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to attend her first Holy Communion...then her Confirmation... then her wedding where I will probably be bawling my eyes out in the front row... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be the best Godma! And I will teach her to always bring an extra Tampon.... ;p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ashley Caitlin Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAitcjqHROI/AAAAAAAABns/l6QIEm-6sck/s1600-h/DSCF3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190589276664317154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAitcjqHROI/AAAAAAAABns/l6QIEm-6sck/s400/DSCF3785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAiuTzqHRRI/AAAAAAAABoE/_w_hW3TpbKk/s1600-h/DSCF3800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190590225852089618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAiuTzqHRRI/AAAAAAAABoE/_w_hW3TpbKk/s400/DSCF3800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prouder Parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAitcjqHROI/AAAAAAAABns/l6QIEm-6sck/s1600-h/DSCF3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAiuSjqHRPI/AAAAAAAABn0/PjkvNm7Rw6M/s1600-h/DSCF3811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190590204377253106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAiuSjqHRPI/AAAAAAAABn0/PjkvNm7Rw6M/s400/DSCF3811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Deliriously Proud Godma. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAitcDqHRNI/AAAAAAAABnk/KgLVuWDgJvc/s1600-h/DSCF3798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190589268074382546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAitcDqHRNI/AAAAAAAABnk/KgLVuWDgJvc/s400/DSCF3798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav shot. Ashley having holy water poured over her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAiuTTqHRQI/AAAAAAAABn8/DAHoAuO5ZBE/s1600-h/DSCF3804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190590217262155010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAiuTTqHRQI/AAAAAAAABn8/DAHoAuO5ZBE/s400/DSCF3804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Godparents accepting the flame from the Easter Candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAisxTqHRMI/AAAAAAAABnc/trOALIXAhwU/s1600-h/DSCF3794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190588533634974914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAisxTqHRMI/AAAAAAAABnc/trOALIXAhwU/s400/DSCF3794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end she wakes up and thinks,"Milllkkk.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh she's so cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8869510430628775802?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8869510430628775802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8869510430628775802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8869510430628775802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8869510430628775802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-little-angel.html' title='Our Little Angel...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/SAitcjqHROI/AAAAAAAABns/l6QIEm-6sck/s72-c/DSCF3785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2838404195840603356</id><published>2008-04-14T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:55:30.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Period Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ashley had her baptism yesterday and I'm officially Godma! *YAYY!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was so cute and such a good baby... But that's not what this post is about. I will post pics of her and gush about her in my next entry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes... yesterday was her big baptism day and Godparents (ME) and parents had to go for some briefing with the priest before the mass started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was sitting in the room waiting for everybody to settle, I felt that dreaded FEELING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; Time Of The Month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After urgently whispering to my sis that I had to run to the loo, I ran helter-skelter out of the classroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Clack! Clack! Clack!", went my heels as I ran down the stairs, arms flailing about trying to keep my balance as I zoomed in to the toilet and slammed the bathroom door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now why I'm in such a panic is coz I was wearing a WHITE dress. And a THONG. Like is there any worse timing in the world to be wearing a WHITE DRESS AND A THONG??!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why God WHY?!", I wailed in my head. I know I'm not a good girl. I sin everyday. But to punish me this way?! God... you can be &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; cruel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I urgently dialed for Jem who was upstairs in the main church hall, waiting for the mass to start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Pick uppp... PICK UPPPP..." I muttered under my breath as I willed him to answer his phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hello?" HE ANSWERED! I never thought his voice sounded sexier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"DarIgotmyperiodandIneedyoutorunoppositetoNTUCandgetmetamponsNOW!!!!!!" I blurted all in one breath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hah?! OKokokok...." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't wait to hear whatever else he said. I hung up, and ran back up to the briefing room in my dratted clacking high heels. The briefing had already started and I tiptoed back to my seat trying to look nonchalant and calm, like I just went out for a little breather. Afterall, I'm a first time God Parent you know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So parents you will carry your baby up to the ...." droned the priest. I wasn't listening. I was already devising ways to kill myself if I had to walk around with a red patch on my skirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My handphone started to vibrate and the words "Dearie Hp" were flashing on the screen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"SMS me", I typed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(The following SMS conversation is TRUE. I Swear.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My handphone buzzed with an sms from Jem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It read: No Tampon. Pad only. I buy Kotex pad can?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kotex?! I didn't know they still produced Kotex pads?! I've stopped using pads for 10 years. The last time I saw a Kotex brand pad was when it was still being sold in pink cardbox boxes, which was probably like... 20 years ago?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I furiously typed back: Get Ultra Thins. Whisper brand also can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't care if the priest thought I was the rudest girl around, the gall of me to SMS while he was talking. My soul is damned anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My handphone buzzed with another sms from Jem: I buy Sofy Night Guard for you. Prevent side leakage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT?! Argh.. I gave up and replied "OK" and anxiously waited for Jem to get back to the church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ok you can all now make your way up to the church hall... " Once I heard the priest say those words I was up and dialling Jem and demanding to know where was he. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm back in the church already..." He panted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ok I'm coming down NOW!" I yelled, hung up, and was out of the classroom like The Flash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Clackclakclack" went my heels again as I ran down the stairs like a deranged woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spotted Jem walking in the carpark, trying to rip open the pack of Sofy pads in the NTUC Fairprice plastic bag. I ran towards him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Gimme the pad!" I yelled furiously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You need one or two?!" He yelled back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ONE LA!!!!" I yelled and grabbed the pad from him and ran off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear. It was the thickest and longest pad I had ever seen. It was literally 30cm long and about 3cm thick. I felt like I was wearing pampers. How I balanced the pad on my teenie thong, I don't know. Maybe miracles do happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least I felt very protected. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I finally slid into the pew next to Jem, I whispered furiously to him, "You had to get me the THICKEST one right?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He replied back indignantly, "Eh. Can prevent side leakage you know".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those words, I never thought I would ever hear out of his mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I showed him the size of the pad at the end of the night, even he couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculously huge it was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God everything went off without a hitch. No red spots... and definitely no side leakage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess God does answer prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halleluiah! ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2838404195840603356?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2838404195840603356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2838404195840603356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2838404195840603356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2838404195840603356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/04/period-drama.html' title='Period Drama'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8138549955286646570</id><published>2008-04-10T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:07:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Cocks and Clocks (and Mango Sticky Rice!)</title><content type='html'>So I went for my annual pilgrimage to Bangkok especially since I had heard that Suan Lum Night Market was closing at end April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! It's not closing down! Cheah! Rush all the way there for nothing. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ok la... still a fruitful trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new love... Mango Sticky Rice! I don't really know why I had not tried it all this time... But I love it! And I don't even like Mangoes all that much. I just like the sticky rice and coconut milk. hahahaha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So It was 3 days of non-stop shopping and eating. We literally walked till I had aching leg muscles when I woke up on the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my "chicken bowls" and a clock for my new house. (And that explains the "Cocks and Clocks" title... hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a whole lot of other rubbish for myself. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ron didn't manage to get much for herself. Thai girls are just TOO SKINNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless we had lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Two of Hearts.. I need you, I need you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.. private joke. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bangkok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xezeArrkI/AAAAAAAABkc/nDKLt77OWaM/s1600-h/DSCF3689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187125109146234434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xezeArrkI/AAAAAAAABkc/nDKLt77OWaM/s400/DSCF3689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xezuArrlI/AAAAAAAABkk/zVZaoLlD3jo/s1600-h/DSCF3690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187125113441201746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xezuArrlI/AAAAAAAABkk/zVZaoLlD3jo/s400/DSCF3690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Mango Sticky Rice!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xez-ArrmI/AAAAAAAABks/cwlCSOJnyoQ/s1600-h/DSCF3695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187125117736169058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xez-ArrmI/AAAAAAAABks/cwlCSOJnyoQ/s400/DSCF3695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xgjeArrnI/AAAAAAAABk0/KulTuwe07cw/s1600-h/DSCF3696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187127033291583090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xgjeArrnI/AAAAAAAABk0/KulTuwe07cw/s400/DSCF3696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron came across these sunglasses at a store and just &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; to take a photo. I was near dying of embarrassment. Hahaha... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xgj-ArrpI/AAAAAAAABlE/VDYZGcyo1O0/s1600-h/DSCF3707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187127041881517714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xgj-ArrpI/AAAAAAAABlE/VDYZGcyo1O0/s400/DSCF3707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xgjuArroI/AAAAAAAABk8/mUYGP6Z1ocY/s1600-h/DSCF3705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187127037586550402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xgjuArroI/AAAAAAAABk8/mUYGP6Z1ocY/s400/DSCF3705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xhfeArrsI/AAAAAAAABlc/vh65kP0RjfU/s1600-h/DSCF3715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187128064083734210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xhfeArrsI/AAAAAAAABlc/vh65kP0RjfU/s400/DSCF3715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken Bowls galore!!! I like! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xhfOArrrI/AAAAAAAABlU/X07vfyybq5Y/s1600-h/DSCF3713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187128059788766898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xhfOArrrI/AAAAAAAABlU/X07vfyybq5Y/s400/DSCF3713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently my bargaining skills suck coz he didn't give me a cheaper price. *tbbpph* ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xl8OArruI/AAAAAAAABls/Dn6vpGAQ5jc/s1600-h/DSCF3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187132956051484386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xl8OArruI/AAAAAAAABls/Dn6vpGAQ5jc/s400/DSCF3723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xl7uArrtI/AAAAAAAABlk/Ojc-1HnAxJE/s1600-h/DSCF3719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187132947461549778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xl7uArrtI/AAAAAAAABlk/Ojc-1HnAxJE/s400/DSCF3719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy Tom Yum soup for lunchie and isn't Ron's Honey Heart drink so cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xpZeArr3I/AAAAAAAABm0/r1Xg0jmROfM/s1600-h/DSCF3751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187136757097541490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xpZeArr3I/AAAAAAAABm0/r1Xg0jmROfM/s400/DSCF3751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xnBOArryI/AAAAAAAABmM/y6o5MLPQoWU/s1600-h/DSCF3755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187134141462458146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xnBOArryI/AAAAAAAABmM/y6o5MLPQoWU/s400/DSCF3755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIRT CHEAP BBQ Steamboat. Only SGD4 per person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xnA-ArrxI/AAAAAAAABmE/AtuTeaXk_wA/s1600-h/DSCF3750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187134137167490834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xnA-ArrxI/AAAAAAAABmE/AtuTeaXk_wA/s400/DSCF3750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers Ron! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xpY-Arr2I/AAAAAAAABms/Sd-diB5JPJo/s1600-h/DSCF3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187136748507606882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xpY-Arr2I/AAAAAAAABms/Sd-diB5JPJo/s400/DSCF3758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a nightcap before bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xn3eArr1I/AAAAAAAABmk/CU7n1wlfXJw/s1600-h/DSCF3760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187135073470361426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xn3eArr1I/AAAAAAAABmk/CU7n1wlfXJw/s400/DSCF3760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xn3OArr0I/AAAAAAAABmc/-dnB-dsx_Q8/s1600-h/DSCF3767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187135069175394114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xn3OArr0I/AAAAAAAABmc/-dnB-dsx_Q8/s400/DSCF3767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Round 2 of Mango Sticky Rice! Ron obviously loves her Mango seeds... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xyNuArr7I/AAAAAAAABnU/_0ujU0v1SEU/s1600-h/DSCF3731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187146450838728626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xyNuArr7I/AAAAAAAABnU/_0ujU0v1SEU/s400/DSCF3731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron and her Rainbow bags.. hahaha... Isn't the little pouch cute??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xl8eArrvI/AAAAAAAABl0/gygQjJiOrt8/s1600-h/DSCF3734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187132960346451698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xl8eArrvI/AAAAAAAABl0/gygQjJiOrt8/s400/DSCF3734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Cocks and a Clock. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xnAOArrwI/AAAAAAAABl8/SZkIGY4Bx5Y/s1600-h/DSCF3738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187134124282588930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xnAOArrwI/AAAAAAAABl8/SZkIGY4Bx5Y/s400/DSCF3738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bling purses!!! I &lt;em&gt;LOVVEE&lt;/em&gt; the heart shape on the purse!!!! Heeheehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xwPOArr5I/AAAAAAAABnE/KQE65klmnXE/s1600-h/DSCF3770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187144277585276818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xwPOArr5I/AAAAAAAABnE/KQE65klmnXE/s400/DSCF3770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xwPuArr6I/AAAAAAAABnM/eUy1VhQEM38/s1600-h/DSCF3772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187144286175211426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xwPuArr6I/AAAAAAAABnM/eUy1VhQEM38/s400/DSCF3772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had brought along another Shopaholic series book with me when I realised the title was, "Shopaholic Abroad"! HEY! THAT'S ME!!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news! I gained most of my weight back after bangkok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*burp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pat my tummy bloop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8138549955286646570?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8138549955286646570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8138549955286646570' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8138549955286646570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8138549955286646570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/04/of-cocks-and-clocks-and-mango-sticky.html' title='Of Cocks and Clocks (and Mango Sticky Rice!)'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_xezeArrkI/AAAAAAAABkc/nDKLt77OWaM/s72-c/DSCF3689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-3829579957411067031</id><published>2008-04-09T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:16:05.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur Like F**K</title><content type='html'>I left home today to have breakfast with my mum and then headed off for my facial appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While changing after my facial, I checked my handbag and realised I didn't have my handphone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After panicking for a moment, I figured I left it at home coz I didn't use my handphone at all after I left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home, I started searching my room and I couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't panic Geri... Don't panic...", I tried to tell myself as I dialed my handphone number from my home phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear any ringing sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God.. OH GOD...". I WAS starting to panic. BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed down the stairs to my living room and didn't hear anything either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a faint sound coming from the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the sound and where did it lead me to...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flung the top of the washing machine open and rummaged through dirty laundry to find my handphone happily ringing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I had thrown my handphone in together with my laundry just before I left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we hadn't started the wash cycle yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blur Cock Geri Strikes Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-3829579957411067031?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/3829579957411067031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=3829579957411067031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3829579957411067031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/3829579957411067031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/04/blur-like-fk.html' title='Blur Like F**K'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1220661382217993750</id><published>2008-04-02T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:11:36.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow... In Spring!</title><content type='html'>You know... the effects of Global Warming is making itself known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard there was hail in Singapore while I was away, and while I was in Vancouver, it started the snow quite heavily... and its Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lucky for me, coz I got to roll around 15 feet of snow at the top of Grouse Mountain. (And in doing so nearly froze my toes off. But that's another story....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any sightseeing in Korea (too busy buying Faceshop &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;!) but we did go for it and had raw octopus for dinner! It was really good, despite all the Fear-Factor style wriggling of the tentacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a hoot, having the tentacles sucker itself to my mouth and fingers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Vancouver, we visited the Capilano Salmon Fishery, the Capilano Suspension Bridge and finally, up to Grouse Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we didn't have time to ski... but I was so enamoured by the snowboarders... I thought they looked so cool... Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Canada. I think the people are really friendly.... I wouldn't mind living there one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at Jem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start earning lots of money sweetiieee.............. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let it Snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GuIOArrSI/AAAAAAAABiM/mIgdLpD6B6U/s1600-h/DSCF3612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184116102303296802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GuIOArrSI/AAAAAAAABiM/mIgdLpD6B6U/s400/DSCF3612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw Octopus! *WriggleWriggleWriggle!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_Gs4-ArrQI/AAAAAAAABh8/zyx4fXqQkgk/s1600-h/DSCF3625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184114740798663938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_Gs4-ArrQI/AAAAAAAABh8/zyx4fXqQkgk/s400/DSCF3625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power breakfast at Dennys! Deliciously sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_Gs5OArrRI/AAAAAAAABiE/fHFQnWO4jw4/s1600-h/DSCF3629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184114745093631250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_Gs5OArrRI/AAAAAAAABiE/fHFQnWO4jw4/s400/DSCF3629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after brekkie.. it started to snow! What a start to the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GuIuArrTI/AAAAAAAABiU/n3XZ_v6tkNk/s1600-h/DSCF3638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184116110893231410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GuIuArrTI/AAAAAAAABiU/n3XZ_v6tkNk/s400/DSCF3638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop, the Capilano Salmon Fishery. Sadly.. there weren't any Salmon coz they are all currently in the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GuI-ArrUI/AAAAAAAABic/TMUwaQpqGzk/s1600-h/DSCF3635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184116115188198722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GuI-ArrUI/AAAAAAAABic/TMUwaQpqGzk/s400/DSCF3635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river behind is where the Salmon fight the current and jump upstream. No fishies.. but its still a pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HB4eArreI/AAAAAAAABjs/hhyPy3JVL6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184137821952912866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HB4eArreI/AAAAAAAABjs/hhyPy3JVL6Y/s400/IMG_0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we head to the Capilano Suspension Bridge! Originally built in 1889, it stretches 137m across and 70m above the Capilano River!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GvNuArrVI/AAAAAAAABik/N2JV7x3eczI/s1600-h/DSCF3654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184117296304205138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GvNuArrVI/AAAAAAAABik/N2JV7x3eczI/s400/DSCF3654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GvOeArrXI/AAAAAAAABi0/hJZkIot35ZU/s1600-h/IMG_1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184117309189107058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GvOeArrXI/AAAAAAAABi0/hJZkIot35ZU/s400/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whee!* It really sways quite a bit and the view around the bridge was stunning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GvN-ArrWI/AAAAAAAABis/1uXajqOEbJs/s1600-h/IMG_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184117300599172450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GvN-ArrWI/AAAAAAAABis/1uXajqOEbJs/s400/IMG_0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this group pic! From left: Vanessa (My batch girl!), ShuHui, Moi, Alan and Jervis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G2zuArrZI/AAAAAAAABjE/p-vMMq4UGV0/s1600-h/DSCF3658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184125645720628626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G2zuArrZI/AAAAAAAABjE/p-vMMq4UGV0/s400/DSCF3658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takin a stroll through the treetops walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G39-ArrbI/AAAAAAAABjU/rZE17yV8mP0/s1600-h/DSCF3664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184126921325915570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G39-ArrbI/AAAAAAAABjU/rZE17yV8mP0/s400/DSCF3664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this pic.. two little kids sitting on rocking chairs player checkers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G20eArraI/AAAAAAAABjM/Ei1ALZ4uF_I/s1600-h/DSCF3663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184125658605530530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G20eArraI/AAAAAAAABjM/Ei1ALZ4uF_I/s400/DSCF3663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Yogi!""Yes Boo Boo?" Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G3-eArrcI/AAAAAAAABjc/7GnCiWskSLo/s1600-h/DSCF3665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184126929915850178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G3-eArrcI/AAAAAAAABjc/7GnCiWskSLo/s400/DSCF3665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up we go to Grouse Mountain! Just a smattering of snow on the tree tops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G3-uArrdI/AAAAAAAABjk/m7JLFRDGEK4/s1600-h/DSCF3671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184126934210817490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_G3-uArrdI/AAAAAAAABjk/m7JLFRDGEK4/s400/DSCF3671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after ascending for 5mins, the snow is 15feet deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HB5OArrfI/AAAAAAAABj0/eThNKXH9gpY/s1600-h/DSCF3676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184137834837814770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HB5OArrfI/AAAAAAAABj0/eThNKXH9gpY/s400/DSCF3676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S FRESH SNOW! *scoop scoop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HB5uArrgI/AAAAAAAABj8/lrNcSZvAsmo/s1600-h/IMG_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184137843427749378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HB5uArrgI/AAAAAAAABj8/lrNcSZvAsmo/s400/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vanessa frolicking in the snow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HDRuArrhI/AAAAAAAABkE/r5mJnWzCerQ/s1600-h/IMG_0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184139355256237586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HDRuArrhI/AAAAAAAABkE/r5mJnWzCerQ/s400/IMG_0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fav Pic. "Ready? One, Two, Three... SPLAT!" Jervis totally didn't see it coming. He tot I was posing with a fistful of snow... I'm devious ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HDR-ArriI/AAAAAAAABkM/jGUEWRvkkYU/s1600-h/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184139359551204898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HDR-ArriI/AAAAAAAABkM/jGUEWRvkkYU/s400/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they exact their revenge! I spy Alan's suspiciously snow covered glove in the background...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HDSOArrjI/AAAAAAAABkU/z2Y9TnoLEvU/s1600-h/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184139363846172210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_HDSOArrjI/AAAAAAAABkU/z2Y9TnoLEvU/s400/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WAARRRR!!! I literally barrelled into the guys and shoved them onto the ground... hahaha... It was so fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought my dress from BCBG for Daren's wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_Gm5uArrPI/AAAAAAAABh0/6ixkRf60pvM/s1600-h/DSCF3621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184108156613799154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_Gm5uArrPI/AAAAAAAABh0/6ixkRf60pvM/s400/DSCF3621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda plain, but I love the lace detailing. And the sucky thing is, I lost weight since I tried it in Vancouver, and now it's loose! I know it sucks to say this but the dress is a Size 0 for God's sake. It can't get any smaller.... I think I will have to stuff socks into my bra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a freaking boob job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1220661382217993750?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1220661382217993750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1220661382217993750' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1220661382217993750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1220661382217993750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-snow-in-spring.html' title='Let it Snow... In Spring!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R_GuIOArrSI/AAAAAAAABiM/mIgdLpD6B6U/s72-c/DSCF3612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8940083305022770354</id><published>2008-04-01T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:54:27.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Hard to Please...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from Vancouver and I'm now on leave for 10 days straight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAYY!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home at 11pm yesterday all smiles, hopped into bed and began to dream of my well deserved break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I woke up at 8am this morning, finished my Sophie Kinsella (&lt;em&gt;The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic&lt;/em&gt;) book at 9am, and thought, "Now what?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Even I can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I saw a &lt;em&gt;MALE&lt;/em&gt; colleague of mine reading a Sophie Kinsella book too. My eyes went all agog and I was screaming at myself to SHUT UP. I mean... it's CHICK LIT! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S This is &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; an April Fool's joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8940083305022770354?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8940083305022770354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8940083305022770354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8940083305022770354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8940083305022770354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-im-hard-to-please.html' title='So I&apos;m Hard to Please...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8851640456766193986</id><published>2008-03-23T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:01:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minum..? Or Packet?</title><content type='html'>Somehow I always seem to have embarressing moments when I buy tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my bubble tea saga when I asked for Pearl Milk Tea without Pearls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the coffee shop near my place to get my Jie a packet of &lt;em&gt;Teh Si Gosong &lt;/em&gt;(Milk Tea without sugar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I had on no makeup, my geeky glasses and my hair was all over the place. And I admit. I probably looked pretty bad. Why this matters... will be explained in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered in Mandarin,  "Auntie, one packet of &lt;em&gt;Teh Si Gosong&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She (lets call her Auntie A) acknowledge my order and proceeded to prepare the tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another auntie (Auntie B), after finishing with another customer, asked Auntie A what I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie B then turned to me and proceeded to ask, complete with sign language, "Minum?" (Malay for drink) and proceeded to act out the whole charade action of drinking, complete with thumb pointing to her mouth "... Or packet?" And then did the action of pretending to carry a plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basket! I know I look like an Indonesian maid who doesn't understand English la! ERGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her with a bland look and replied back in Mandarin. "Packet please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked confused for a minute and I give her credit for recovering so quickly. She then continued to chatter to me in Mandarin for the rest of the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I paid and left, I was trying so hard not to laugh as I kept thinking of the actions she made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I look like a maid, dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8851640456766193986?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8851640456766193986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8851640456766193986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8851640456766193986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8851640456766193986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/03/minum-or-packet.html' title='Minum..? Or Packet?'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1474556731064208266</id><published>2008-03-22T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:27:29.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BusyBusyBusy.</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have such limited time in Singapore, I can't afford to waste a single minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with my house coming up, I've been rushing to get quotes from contractors, inspecting my place... and I know it's just going to get WAY busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, so I got my place last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with an &lt;em&gt;ong lai &lt;/em&gt;(pineapple) in one hand and a bottle of Holy Water in the other, I opened the door and Jem rolled the pineapple in yelling, "&lt;em&gt;HUAT AH!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a seriously funny scene. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes people, my (future) hubby is one superstitious bugger. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope we strike 4D. Hehehe... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R-PdYeArrOI/AAAAAAAABhs/7pRYXpKWbk0/s1600-h/DSCF3607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180227408848727266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R-PdYeArrOI/AAAAAAAABhs/7pRYXpKWbk0/s400/DSCF3607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem is snoring away on my bed now. The poor bugger is pooped out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave away most of my flights for next month. I'm too tired to work. I may starve and start chewing grass next month, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1474556731064208266?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1474556731064208266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1474556731064208266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1474556731064208266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1474556731064208266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/03/busybusybusy.html' title='BusyBusyBusy.'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R-PdYeArrOI/AAAAAAAABhs/7pRYXpKWbk0/s72-c/DSCF3607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-338407235534111613</id><published>2008-03-15T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:15:03.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through All of 10 Years...</title><content type='html'>Today marks the day I've known Jem for 10 long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this is one of his favourite songs, and I also know he has no idea how meaningful the lyrics are. Hahaha... *KISS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Through the Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when you weren't there&lt;br /&gt;When I didn't care for anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;I swear we've been through everything there is&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine anything we've missed&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine anything the two of us can't do&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, you've never let me down&lt;br /&gt;You turned my life around, the sweetest days I've found&lt;br /&gt;I've found with you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;I've never been afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I've loved the life we've made&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I've stayed, right here with you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what I used to do&lt;br /&gt;Who I trusted, who I listened to before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear you taught me everything I know&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine needing someone so&lt;br /&gt;But through the years it seems to meI need you more and more&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, through all the good and bad&lt;br /&gt;I know how much we had, I've always been so glad&lt;br /&gt;To be with you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;It's better every day, you've kissed my tears away&lt;br /&gt;As long as it's okay, I'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS. We got our keys yesterday! YAYY!!!! I am a proud owner of a new home! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-338407235534111613?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/338407235534111613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=338407235534111613' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/338407235534111613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/338407235534111613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/03/through-all-of-10-years.html' title='Through All of 10 Years...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4994669803842576021</id><published>2008-03-06T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:42:32.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Wreck</title><content type='html'>I came home today, came up to my room, sat on the floor and burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely have any time for myself. I barely had six days in Singapore last month, and it's the same this month, with even tougher destinations and less rest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had time to sit down for a meal with my parents today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had a full day to play with Joshie, talk to my sis and cradle my dear Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me too that I had totally neglected my all my good guy buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I called them out to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to spend all my time in Singapore with Jem. Then I realise that leaves me with no friends which I can call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have a wonderful time sightseeing when Im away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no Quality Time back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm away for 24 days a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home for only 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry if I haven't seen you in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologise if I tend to be cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you all understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight, let me indulge this once and allow me to feel sorry for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4994669803842576021?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4994669803842576021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4994669803842576021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4994669803842576021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4994669803842576021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-wreck.html' title='I&apos;m a Wreck'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8828129830222279561</id><published>2008-03-03T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:48:47.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Dolphins...</title><content type='html'>And I love Christchurch too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always make it a point to go sightseeing in Christchurch, just coz New Zealand's South Island is amazingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time I organised a trip to Akaroa! The town's harbour is the home of New Zealand's Hector Dolphins. A small French Colony (the people, not the dolphins... ;p), with a permanent population of only 576. Now &lt;em&gt;THAT'S&lt;/em&gt; a small town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's the first time I got to see wild dolphins so up close. Next time I will try attempting a swim with the dolphins, if I ever get the chance again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough from me. I will let the beautiful pictures tell the story... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christchurch &amp;amp; Akaroa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tm2b7Io3I/AAAAAAAABek/hLnlt1JUTC8/s1600-h/DSCF3447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173341682359903090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tm2b7Io3I/AAAAAAAABek/hLnlt1JUTC8/s400/DSCF3447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the angle of this pic and the way the sun shines down on the cathedral... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tm3b7Io4I/AAAAAAAABes/-bTOW1rhSPc/s1600-h/DSCF3448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173341699539772290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tm3b7Io4I/AAAAAAAABes/-bTOW1rhSPc/s400/DSCF3448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flower Festival at Christchurch's Cathedral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tpD77Io5I/AAAAAAAABe0/-fTsUVEFrGA/s1600-h/DSCF3457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173344113311392658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tpD77Io5I/AAAAAAAABe0/-fTsUVEFrGA/s400/DSCF3457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the second oldest of all the girls. God I'm old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tpE77Io6I/AAAAAAAABe8/lYvk_BxTLr0/s1600-h/DSCF3468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173344130491261858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tpE77Io6I/AAAAAAAABe8/lYvk_BxTLr0/s400/DSCF3468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tpFL7Io7I/AAAAAAAABfE/YVxjHHuI0AM/s1600-h/DSCF3470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173344134786229170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tpFL7Io7I/AAAAAAAABfE/YVxjHHuI0AM/s400/DSCF3470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geri = Roadkill. Whaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tqK77Io8I/AAAAAAAABfM/kkQ6uqRafc8/s1600-h/DSCF3467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173345333082104770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tqK77Io8I/AAAAAAAABfM/kkQ6uqRafc8/s400/DSCF3467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tqMr7Io-I/AAAAAAAABfc/_-RsZBEH4kk/s1600-h/DSCF3481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173345363146875874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tqMr7Io-I/AAAAAAAABfc/_-RsZBEH4kk/s400/DSCF3481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stopping for pictures.. Love the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tqL77Io9I/AAAAAAAABfU/RIx3BYUEa0M/s1600-h/DSCF3475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173345350261973970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tqL77Io9I/AAAAAAAABfU/RIx3BYUEa0M/s400/DSCF3475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I like the look of this worn blue bench :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8trS77Io_I/AAAAAAAABfk/CURDrKVKl3M/s1600-h/DSCF3487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173346570032686066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8trS77Io_I/AAAAAAAABfk/CURDrKVKl3M/s400/DSCF3487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8trTr7IpAI/AAAAAAAABfs/tRKTSgI_yWw/s1600-h/DSCF3488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173346582917587970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8trTr7IpAI/AAAAAAAABfs/tRKTSgI_yWw/s400/DSCF3488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we stop for delicious quiche and mochaccino *yum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tsRb7IpBI/AAAAAAAABf0/PtTa4tCIbJE/s1600-h/DSCF3495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173347643774510098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tsRb7IpBI/AAAAAAAABf0/PtTa4tCIbJE/s400/DSCF3495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tsSL7IpCI/AAAAAAAABf8/NmgEpD-1lJU/s1600-h/DSCF3498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173347656659412002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tsSL7IpCI/AAAAAAAABf8/NmgEpD-1lJU/s400/DSCF3498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tsS77IpDI/AAAAAAAABgE/4mLOueiHmOg/s1600-h/DSCF3502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173347669544313906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tsS77IpDI/AAAAAAAABgE/4mLOueiHmOg/s400/DSCF3502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8ttf77IpEI/AAAAAAAABgM/Xy7LgeGMhN0/s1600-h/DSCF3503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173348992394241090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8ttf77IpEI/AAAAAAAABgM/Xy7LgeGMhN0/s400/DSCF3503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally reach beautiful Akaroa! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8ttgb7IpFI/AAAAAAAABgU/HtUzD_6nESA/s1600-h/DSCF3520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173349000984175698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8ttgb7IpFI/AAAAAAAABgU/HtUzD_6nESA/s400/DSCF3520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8ttg77IpGI/AAAAAAAABgc/-GT3p2Yiqz8/s1600-h/DSCF3522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173349009574110306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8ttg77IpGI/AAAAAAAABgc/-GT3p2Yiqz8/s400/DSCF3522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go dolphin watching! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tuyb7IpHI/AAAAAAAABgk/60BLKiTJtuw/s1600-h/DSCF3537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173350409733448818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tuyb7IpHI/AAAAAAAABgk/60BLKiTJtuw/s400/DSCF3537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look! They're coming over! *swimswimswim*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tuzb7IpJI/AAAAAAAABg0/6iIj99t-JY0/s1600-h/DSCF3538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173350426913318034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tuzb7IpJI/AAAAAAAABg0/6iIj99t-JY0/s400/DSCF3538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they're here! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tuzL7IpII/AAAAAAAABgs/iyhwHWSSN_Q/s1600-h/DSCF3531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173350422618350722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tuzL7IpII/AAAAAAAABgs/iyhwHWSSN_Q/s400/DSCF3531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And more join in! EEEEEHEEHEEHEeeee.... I love the "PPFFFT" sound their blowholes make whenever they come up for air. They're a cute lot. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tyK77IpLI/AAAAAAAABhE/OEHNUctVYkw/s1600-h/DSCF3559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354129175127218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tyK77IpLI/AAAAAAAABhE/OEHNUctVYkw/s400/DSCF3559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tyKL7IpKI/AAAAAAAABg8/KgNjwCV62Qk/s1600-h/DSCF3562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354116290225314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tyKL7IpKI/AAAAAAAABg8/KgNjwCV62Qk/s400/DSCF3562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful, massive sea cave formations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tyLr7IpMI/AAAAAAAABhM/pSkDWF_cV7I/s1600-h/DSCF3565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173354142060029122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tyLr7IpMI/AAAAAAAABhM/pSkDWF_cV7I/s400/DSCF3565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And me in my new MiuMiu sunglasses, bought &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; cheap thanks to Shireen and Kamar for bringing me bargain shopping in Dubai! hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tzK77IpNI/AAAAAAAABhU/49dEnOjcBMM/s1600-h/DSCF3575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173355228686755026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tzK77IpNI/AAAAAAAABhU/49dEnOjcBMM/s400/DSCF3575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tzML7IpPI/AAAAAAAABhk/7vIZsCP2R9Y/s1600-h/DSCF3584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173355250161591538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tzML7IpPI/AAAAAAAABhk/7vIZsCP2R9Y/s400/DSCF3584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tzLb7IpOI/AAAAAAAABhc/R9pffAobA_c/s1600-h/DSCF3581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173355237276689634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tzLb7IpOI/AAAAAAAABhc/R9pffAobA_c/s400/DSCF3581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our last and my fav spot, a beach consisting entirely of beautiful, smooth pebbles. I was so amazed. I picked three rocks to decorate my new home. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sings*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey now, Hey now.. Don't dream it's over..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fade out*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100% NZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8828129830222279561?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8828129830222279561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8828129830222279561' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8828129830222279561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8828129830222279561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-dolphins.html' title='I Love Dolphins...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8tm2b7Io3I/AAAAAAAABek/hLnlt1JUTC8/s72-c/DSCF3447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-770139660602035904</id><published>2008-02-24T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:15:21.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumper</title><content type='html'>I went to watch Jumper on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one scene where Hayden Christiansen and Rachel Bilson were having coffee in Rome outside the Pantheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I squealed to Jem, "Hey I did exactly the same thing in Rome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it kinda hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is kinda like a Jumper's life. Here one day. Another place the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it takes me a hell lot longer to get there and I'm a hell lot more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it definately ain't as cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8EJlz8KxDI/AAAAAAAABec/9rae_Zvx_hQ/s1600-h/jumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170424392400421938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8EJlz8KxDI/AAAAAAAABec/9rae_Zvx_hQ/s400/jumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-770139660602035904?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/770139660602035904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=770139660602035904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/770139660602035904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/770139660602035904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/jumper.html' title='Jumper'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8EJlz8KxDI/AAAAAAAABec/9rae_Zvx_hQ/s72-c/jumper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1081548960506803161</id><published>2008-02-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:52:53.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Joshie!</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Joshua's 4th Birthday today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of food, balloons, a Thomas the Engine birthday cake and of course, lots of toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what big boy he is already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary how time has just flown by just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course, everyone was fussing over the new addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart totally melted when I carried sweetie-pie Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ONE OF MY OWWWNNNN..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nudge Jem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Partee!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BHSj8Kw9I/AAAAAAAABds/u58t6DkHeTs/s1600-h/DSCF3430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170210756432151506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BHSj8Kw9I/AAAAAAAABds/u58t6DkHeTs/s400/DSCF3430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute paper plate deco done by my Crafty Mum. (pun intended.. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BH8j8Kw-I/AAAAAAAABd0/mimWGUlmBPY/s1600-h/DSCF3434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170211477986657250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BH8j8Kw-I/AAAAAAAABd0/mimWGUlmBPY/s400/DSCF3434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa enjoying the food. Smile Mum and Dad! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BH8z8Kw_I/AAAAAAAABd8/eyppFNFGz6Q/s1600-h/DSCF3436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170211482281624562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BH8z8Kw_I/AAAAAAAABd8/eyppFNFGz6Q/s400/DSCF3436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BIrD8KxBI/AAAAAAAABeM/PPFsAG8A6Io/s1600-h/DSCF3439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170212276850574354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BIrD8KxBI/AAAAAAAABeM/PPFsAG8A6Io/s400/DSCF3439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birrrtthhdaayy tooo YOOUUUUU *PHOO!* My Jie, Kevin and Joshie :) My Mum was monopolizing Ashley... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BIrz8KxCI/AAAAAAAABeU/8_eVEKXNTeo/s1600-h/DSCF3443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170212289735476258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BIrz8KxCI/AAAAAAAABeU/8_eVEKXNTeo/s400/DSCF3443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, Ah Yee has to get a shot with the Birthday Boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And not forgetting.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BGRT8Kw6I/AAAAAAAABdU/2SWpkIhFftc/s1600-h/DSCF3423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170209635445687202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BGRT8Kw6I/AAAAAAAABdU/2SWpkIhFftc/s400/DSCF3423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BIqz8KxAI/AAAAAAAABeE/bRCAclz_jK8/s1600-h/DSCF3427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170212272555607042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BIqz8KxAI/AAAAAAAABeE/bRCAclz_jK8/s400/DSCF3427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BHSD8Kw8I/AAAAAAAABdk/TW7l3paYdJ4/s1600-h/DSCF3429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170210747842216898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BHSD8Kw8I/AAAAAAAABdk/TW7l3paYdJ4/s400/DSCF3429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God-Daughter and niece, Ashley. All snuggled up and asleep. Gosh she is a cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*continues nudging Jem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1081548960506803161?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1081548960506803161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1081548960506803161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1081548960506803161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1081548960506803161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-4th-birthday-joshie.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Joshie!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R8BHSj8Kw9I/AAAAAAAABds/u58t6DkHeTs/s72-c/DSCF3430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-284263943617450163</id><published>2008-02-20T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:03:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Honk* *Sniffle*</title><content type='html'>Its seven in the morning here in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in my room with a roll of tissues in one hand and an inhaler stuck my nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pretty sight. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I discovered a Longchamp store just opposite my hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally stumbled upon it while walking aimlessly around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wanted the handbag but I told her I din feel like searching all over Paris for it with a dripping nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like chance discoveries. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-284263943617450163?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/284263943617450163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=284263943617450163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/284263943617450163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/284263943617450163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/honk-sniffle.html' title='*Honk* *Sniffle*'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6111665499153835016</id><published>2008-02-15T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:38:30.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Just Ain't Worth It...</title><content type='html'>I woke up on Tues with a huge zit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to get a little tickle in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickle turned into a horrid scratchiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the blocked nose and the coughing has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just not worth the 5 little Kinder Bueno Chocolate balls and the handful of pistachio nuts I ate on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my body just reject anything remotely unhealthy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok.. I know everybody's screaming into their computer screens now, "Coz you're unhealthy and you dun excercise and you eat rubbish you idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I know, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've been singing all day, just coz I like to hear myself with a hoarse voice sing funny. And once my voice cracks, I end up giggling to myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's funny wat. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6111665499153835016?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6111665499153835016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6111665499153835016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6111665499153835016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6111665499153835016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-things-just-aint-worth-it.html' title='Some Things Just Ain&apos;t Worth It...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-7750768113112858917</id><published>2008-02-13T11:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:27:25.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Overload</title><content type='html'>If there is one thing I have to say about the Turks, it's that they LOVE their sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I have a really sweet tooth. But they, my God, have sweet teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I had a really great time eating loads of turkish snacks. Baklava, deep fried oysters,  some sort of pistachio nut paste (WHICH WAS SO BLOODY SWEET I TELL U...), apple tea and even drinking freshly squeezed pomegranate juice by the road side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs out sugar cube*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Istanbul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7Jvxj8Kw0I/AAAAAAAABco/yU27LZ4wc00/s1600-h/DSCF3539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166314619799257922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7Jvxj8Kw0I/AAAAAAAABco/yU27LZ4wc00/s400/DSCF3539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go Makan!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7Jxcz8Kw1I/AAAAAAAABcw/MbyZBWwe6P4/s1600-h/DSCF3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166316462340227922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7Jxcz8Kw1I/AAAAAAAABcw/MbyZBWwe6P4/s400/DSCF3590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Me... I can't believe a year had passed since we last did Venice together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JgTz8KwwI/AAAAAAAABcI/plYe-zAQJfM/s1600-h/DSCF3624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166297616023732994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JgTz8KwwI/AAAAAAAABcI/plYe-zAQJfM/s400/DSCF3624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JgUT8KwxI/AAAAAAAABcQ/fynVvt7PLAQ/s1600-h/DSCF3630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166297624613667602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JgUT8KwxI/AAAAAAAABcQ/fynVvt7PLAQ/s400/DSCF3630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional Turkish Apple Tea! Love the cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JvxD8KwzI/AAAAAAAABcg/r885QV8Znww/s1600-h/DSCF3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166314611209323314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JvxD8KwzI/AAAAAAAABcg/r885QV8Znww/s400/DSCF3561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baklava attack! Honestly.. I ate most of it. The rest found it too sweet, but I lurrvvee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JgUz8KwyI/AAAAAAAABcY/Ptx5yAGLjwk/s1600-h/DSCF3609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166297633203602210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7JgUz8KwyI/AAAAAAAABcY/Ptx5yAGLjwk/s400/DSCF3609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kinda warm pistachio paste. 90% sugar, 10% pistachio. Anybody got any idea what it's called? We couldn't even finish one teenie cup between the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and anybody read Page 4 of today's Straits Times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had one guy calling pizza and KFC deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have porn and vindictive, face slapping wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt quite strange when I walked through the cabin and everyone's newpaper was opened to Page 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lady walked by me today, pointed and squealed in Mandarin, "Ni Hen Mei!" and poked her finger into my dimple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blur sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surreal day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-7750768113112858917?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/7750768113112858917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=7750768113112858917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7750768113112858917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/7750768113112858917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/sugar-overload.html' title='Sugar Overload'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7Jvxj8Kw0I/AAAAAAAABco/yU27LZ4wc00/s72-c/DSCF3539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4963126573807375463</id><published>2008-02-12T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:27:43.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birth Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godma loves you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7E7_z8KwvI/AAAAAAAABcA/g0dIAHpnQy4/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165976215031038706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7E7_z8KwvI/AAAAAAAABcA/g0dIAHpnQy4/s400/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4963126573807375463?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4963126573807375463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4963126573807375463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4963126573807375463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4963126573807375463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birth-day.html' title='Happy Birth Day!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7E7_z8KwvI/AAAAAAAABcA/g0dIAHpnQy4/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1220195734701285138</id><published>2008-02-11T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:52:20.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUAT AH!!!</title><content type='html'>Wah my gambling luck this year is not bad leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more than 10 &lt;em&gt;Ban Lats &lt;/em&gt;in two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But win abit only la... coz im chicken and bet only 50cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this means a prosperous (perposterous? wahahaa... *ahem*) year ahead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R6_H8D8KwtI/AAAAAAAABbw/gHOxGulYFe4/s1600-h/DSCF3402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165567132280996562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R6_H8D8KwtI/AAAAAAAABbw/gHOxGulYFe4/s400/DSCF3402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1220195734701285138?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1220195734701285138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1220195734701285138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1220195734701285138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1220195734701285138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/huat-ah.html' title='HUAT AH!!!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R6_H8D8KwtI/AAAAAAAABbw/gHOxGulYFe4/s72-c/DSCF3402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6349652089770788614</id><published>2008-02-06T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:58:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU LITTLE *&amp;$&amp;)@!!!</title><content type='html'>My neighbour's kid is playing "Jingle Bells" on his recorder non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. isn't it like, totally the wrong SEASON??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year you little twerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breaks recorder in half*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last night I weighed myself and I'm like 46.9kg! (Fine.. i know its like only 0.1kg from 47kg.. but still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to see the blessed no. 46 again after so long..... And I wasn't even dieting! *whee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange bit is that I've been steadily losing weight since last year.. I was 5okg and now im 47kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6349652089770788614?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6349652089770788614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6349652089770788614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6349652089770788614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6349652089770788614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-little.html' title='YOU LITTLE *&amp;$&amp;)@!!!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1416358113040051162</id><published>2008-02-05T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:12:46.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Men Should Always Listen to Their Wives/Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COZ WE ARE ALWAYS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have proof 'k!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, Jem and I were leaving for a night flight to Bangkok for a 5-day holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons I cannot phantom, he insisted on playing soccer that very morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him not to, in case he hurt himself. He promised he would NOT play. And of course.. Jem being the naughty fellow he is, played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as guessed, he hurt his leg. He spent the next five days limping all over Bangkok while I nagged his poor ears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a couple of days ago, Jem excitedly told me he would be going to Pasir Gudang just before Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him it wasn't a good idea in case anything happened blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insisted nothing would happen blahblahblah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! As you can guess Mr. Speed Demon let his ego get in the way and he skidded on the track and &lt;em&gt;buanged&lt;/em&gt; his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very sheepish Jem calling me while I was in Dubai. Now his heart hurts so bad coz his precious car is all bruised and battered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying SO HARD not to say the words, "I TOLD YOU!! I TOOOLLDD YOOOUU!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I WILL say this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, Thank God it's only your car and nothing else happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and apparently Jem told me the first thing that popped into his head after the crash was, "Geri's gonna KILL me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it as a good sign. I have instilled "The Fear" in him. Wahahaha.... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dee dum..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1416358113040051162?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1416358113040051162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1416358113040051162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1416358113040051162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1416358113040051162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-men-should-always-listen-to-their.html' title='Why Men Should Always Listen to Their Wives/Girlfriends'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-8188840583992333595</id><published>2008-01-29T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:02:36.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tense Up My Boobs!</title><content type='html'>Angie has been taking Fancl's Tense Up recently and she handed me a box to try on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I remember speaking to a skinny, yet really boobilicious colleague of mine... After eyeing her very very very nice pair of boobs for the longest time, I couldnt take it and questioned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh... I really really have to ask... but how come you are so skinny but your boobs are so big?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and said, "I tried Tense Up last time and it didn't do anything for my skin, but my boobs got bigger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!", I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore to drink Tense Up by the gallon, but I guess I never got round to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Angie has started drinking Tense Up, I grilled her, but she said her boobs are the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boobs are as flat as ever. And the only thing that will ever get bigger is probably my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the cool things never happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R56iaOnm9bI/AAAAAAAABbo/zJ5UZDFBIBM/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160740794497693106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R56iaOnm9bI/AAAAAAAABbo/zJ5UZDFBIBM/s400/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-8188840583992333595?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/8188840583992333595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=8188840583992333595' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8188840583992333595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/8188840583992333595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/tense-up-my-boobs.html' title='Tense Up My Boobs!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R56iaOnm9bI/AAAAAAAABbo/zJ5UZDFBIBM/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5297354785695934558</id><published>2008-01-23T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:13:06.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It JUST Me?</title><content type='html'>I was reading The Straits Times' Mind Your Body edition today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splashed across it's front page was the headline, "(No) Sex and the Singapore Girl - Why is she turned off? Can a drug get her interested again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding the paper, I wondered to myself, "How come I don't have this problem?" I think I have more of a problem that I CAN'T be turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. (Poor Jem huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe they should extract some of my hormones and pack it into a little pill and give it to these poor girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy would I be glad to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5297354785695934558?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5297354785695934558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5297354785695934558' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5297354785695934558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5297354785695934558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is It JUST Me?'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-6173856074300899847</id><published>2008-01-20T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:35:13.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombified.</title><content type='html'>Im bored to death here in Zurich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town yesterday and didn't do any shopping coz saving moo-lah for house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just stood outside the Rolex shop window and pouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Im so blur-cock i brought Euros instead of Swiss Francs with me can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my mistake while I was boarding the bus to the hotel. I was mentally going "shitshitshit!", while trying to look cool and nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bimbo even I can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and believe it or not, my hotel room has an excercise bike. I tot it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride on the bike naked while muching chocolates and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R5Mq4cpwnoI/AAAAAAAABbg/KtZc1Ts35HA/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157513147521736322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R5Mq4cpwnoI/AAAAAAAABbg/KtZc1Ts35HA/s400/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-6173856074300899847?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/6173856074300899847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=6173856074300899847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6173856074300899847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/6173856074300899847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/zombified.html' title='Zombified.'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R5Mq4cpwnoI/AAAAAAAABbg/KtZc1Ts35HA/s72-c/DSC00186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1189406190682258273</id><published>2008-01-15T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:50:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-So-New-Pictures of my New Year's.</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is superduperwuper belated. Sorry la. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT trip with my dear, dear Melinda. We did a FRA/NY together and had a wonderful time catching up, gossiping and blowing our budgets shopping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is beautiful during Christmas, though it is SUPER crowded.... geez. Its like everyone there was a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some nice pics taken by her friend, Michele, who came down from Montreal to meet her in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had really good steak in NY, watched a Broadway musical (my dream come true!!) (oh and I watched Hairspray. It was &lt;em&gt;SO GOOD&lt;/em&gt;!. I swear... I couldn't stop smiling thoughout the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated our New Year's in Frankfurt. We welcomed the New Year standing out in -2 Degrees weather with NO coat on, drinking champange and watching the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R44Ak8pwnmI/AAAAAAAABbQ/_Dp7vs2TXkg/s1600-h/_DSC0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I staggered back to my room quite drunk, called Jem up, slurred a, "Happy New Year!" And lay down and conked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New York!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R436f8pwneI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mNYi_VUIhWs/s1600-h/_DSC0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156052575173254626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R436f8pwneI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mNYi_VUIhWs/s400/_DSC0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melinda and Me! *muax*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R439kMpwnfI/AAAAAAAABaY/7m82XB1lJOw/s1600-h/_DSC0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156055946722582002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R439kMpwnfI/AAAAAAAABaY/7m82XB1lJOw/s400/_DSC0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York through a fisheye lens.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R439kspwngI/AAAAAAAABag/XpzhQ2XMC4g/s1600-h/_DSC0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156055955312516610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R439kspwngI/AAAAAAAABag/XpzhQ2XMC4g/s400/_DSC0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! Green M&amp;amp;M! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43-o8pwnhI/AAAAAAAABao/IIbLRAXEkHE/s1600-h/_DSC0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156057127838588434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43-o8pwnhI/AAAAAAAABao/IIbLRAXEkHE/s400/_DSC0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Standing in the middle of the road at Times Square. Only possible coz it was 7am on a Sunday morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43-pcpwniI/AAAAAAAABaw/YvQsBjdQVd8/s1600-h/_DSC0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156057136428523042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43-pcpwniI/AAAAAAAABaw/YvQsBjdQVd8/s400/_DSC0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel bought an iPhone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43_bMpwnjI/AAAAAAAABa4/X0bIqufGZMM/s1600-h/_DSC0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156057991127014962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43_bMpwnjI/AAAAAAAABa4/X0bIqufGZMM/s400/_DSC0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R44AkcpwnlI/AAAAAAAABbI/4h5_iCsD38A/s1600-h/_DSC0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156059249552432722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R44AkcpwnlI/AAAAAAAABbI/4h5_iCsD38A/s400/_DSC0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43_bspwnkI/AAAAAAAABbA/ZWFKg_mm4RI/s1600-h/_DSC0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156057999716949570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R43_bspwnkI/AAAAAAAABbA/ZWFKg_mm4RI/s400/_DSC0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just coz i love the bright snowflake in the background... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4yA-8pwncI/AAAAAAAABaA/_S9im9E7Pd4/s1600-h/DSCF3325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155637492353899970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4yA-8pwncI/AAAAAAAABaA/_S9im9E7Pd4/s400/DSCF3325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is so cool... that's one million dollars worth of pennies on the ground at Rockerfeller centre, and of course the big Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R436fcpwndI/AAAAAAAABaI/LxTXKTZkZ5E/s1600-h/P1040840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156052566583320018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R436fcpwndI/AAAAAAAABaI/LxTXKTZkZ5E/s400/P1040840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ushering in the New Year in Frankfurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Mel and hope we see each other soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1189406190682258273?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1189406190682258273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1189406190682258273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1189406190682258273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1189406190682258273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-so-new-pictures-of-my-new-years.html' title='Not-So-New-Pictures of my New Year&apos;s.'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R436f8pwneI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mNYi_VUIhWs/s72-c/_DSC0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4322795442265056324</id><published>2008-01-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:49:28.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness...</title><content type='html'>Sooo.... yeah. Lots of things have happened within a month. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem got down on one knee on Christmas Day... And yes I cried my eyes out. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Or was it coz of the blinding brightness of the Brilliant Rose? kekeke.. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4XwaMpwnZI/AAAAAAAABZo/nQ9qbDj1L5k/s1600-h/DSCF3397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153789681459043730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4XwaMpwnZI/AAAAAAAABZo/nQ9qbDj1L5k/s400/DSCF3397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I booked a house today. Though the transaction is not 100% through yet, its exciting and I'm hoping (and praying!) for everything to go well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm nervous as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't felt this happy for a long long time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4XwaspwnaI/AAAAAAAABZw/bRr5DbFP7_8/s1600-h/_DSC0014+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153789690048978338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4XwaspwnaI/AAAAAAAABZw/bRr5DbFP7_8/s400/_DSC0014+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4322795442265056324?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4322795442265056324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4322795442265056324' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4322795442265056324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4322795442265056324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4XwaMpwnZI/AAAAAAAABZo/nQ9qbDj1L5k/s72-c/DSCF3397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1652074885737259028</id><published>2008-01-09T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:31:28.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OYxPazuko3w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OYxPazuko3w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just coz we are so full of nonsense... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1652074885737259028?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1652074885737259028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1652074885737259028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1652074885737259028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1652074885737259028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazing-race-melaka_09.html' title='Amazing Race Melaka'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1331318425839751326</id><published>2008-01-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:33:07.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trippin</title><content type='html'>Keong, MH, Ron and I did our Virgin Roadtrip to Malacca for a day, just so that we could eat their famous Chendol and Satay Celup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was direction-impaired me flipping the map trying desperately to give directions. Thank God we got there safe and sound, no thanks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I just did was read out the printed instructions to Jem. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my dear Gwen's Mum's Chendol shop along Jonker Street. It was EXCELLENT!!! Yum! Thank you Gwen and Auntie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course the Satay Celup was super tasty (most prob coz they re-use the satay sauce.. But thank God we were one of the first customers of the day. I honestly dun think I can bring myself to eat re-used satay sauce.... (But &lt;em&gt;skali&lt;/em&gt; our sauce was re-used from the previous day??! No wonder so &lt;em&gt;sedap&lt;/em&gt; la... ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron of course did a lovely collage of our Malacca photos on her &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=r0nster"&gt;bloggie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me no skill so I just slap my photos here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.... Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELAKA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OXHspwnQI/AAAAAAAABYg/1lWd8HIgc_c/s1600-h/DSCF3344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153128557143170306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OXHspwnQI/AAAAAAAABYg/1lWd8HIgc_c/s400/DSCF3344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OXJ8pwnRI/AAAAAAAABYo/56irXBm84_U/s1600-h/DSCF3345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153128595797875986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OXJ8pwnRI/AAAAAAAABYo/56irXBm84_U/s400/DSCF3345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OXKMpwnSI/AAAAAAAABYw/eYmsj5AdQOo/s1600-h/DSCF3346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153128600092843298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OXKMpwnSI/AAAAAAAABYw/eYmsj5AdQOo/s400/DSCF3346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being silly while driving along the North-South Highway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OYL8pwnTI/AAAAAAAABY4/IWS_S1j_P6M/s1600-h/DSCF3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153129729669242162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OYL8pwnTI/AAAAAAAABY4/IWS_S1j_P6M/s400/DSCF3349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OYMMpwnUI/AAAAAAAABZA/iZkzuSORlIM/s1600-h/DSCF3352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153129733964209474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OYMMpwnUI/AAAAAAAABZA/iZkzuSORlIM/s400/DSCF3352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OYMcpwnVI/AAAAAAAABZI/23ROG1s_8eI/s1600-h/DSCF3356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153129738259176786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OYMcpwnVI/AAAAAAAABZI/23ROG1s_8eI/s400/DSCF3356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoveLoveLove. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OZBMpwnWI/AAAAAAAABZQ/VONI6g_nLy4/s1600-h/DSCF3357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153130644497276258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OZBMpwnWI/AAAAAAAABZQ/VONI6g_nLy4/s400/DSCF3357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Me. She's so preettyy. I dun like you. *jealous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OZBcpwnXI/AAAAAAAABZY/YJYjJekMh3g/s1600-h/DSCF3368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153130648792243570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OZBcpwnXI/AAAAAAAABZY/YJYjJekMh3g/s400/DSCF3368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen's Mummy!!! I feel like I taking pic with celeb... haha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OZB8pwnYI/AAAAAAAABZg/UdWUrmiWKEI/s1600-h/DSCF3369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153130657382178178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OZB8pwnYI/AAAAAAAABZg/UdWUrmiWKEI/s400/DSCF3369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We salute you too Jem... for daring to wear that crazy hat! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and do check out our super lame spoof of the Amazing Race. I think its absolutely hilarious. :) I love that we are so goofy... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/OYxPazuko3w'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1331318425839751326?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1331318425839751326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1331318425839751326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1331318425839751326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1331318425839751326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-trippin.html' title='Day Trippin'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R4OXHspwnQI/AAAAAAAABYg/1lWd8HIgc_c/s72-c/DSCF3344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1271693067680709644</id><published>2008-01-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:26:47.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Just Going for a Facial!!</title><content type='html'>Had my facial at White Sands today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done about five and went to the ladies to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, makeup-less and all blotchy faced from my sqeezed blackheads (could I have possibly looked any worse??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just leaving when a 50 something lady called out to me, it was then i noticed she was bleeding profusely from the nose. It got progressively worse within the minute and she wanted to go see a doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I would bring her 2 floors up to the clinic. She was contantly bleeding and choking on her blood I started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Im liked first aid trained. But wat the fuck is supposed to be my first course of action? SHITSHITSHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed her to the docs, screeched at the nurses that I had a lady with a really bad case of nose bleed. She kept choking so bad I had to bring her back to the ladies. Others came to help and someone managed to get the doc over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doc said it was bad and that it was off to the hospital for her. She was so panicky I felt so sorry for her. I asked if she had any personal belongings and she told me it was under her counter at her work place. So I went down to the shop to get her handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that someone had already informed her supervisor so when I approached him, I told him about his staff and that I was here to take her handbag as she had to go to the hospital. He gave me a "LOOK", and practically rolled his eyes, as if to say, "how troublesome." Did he even ask how she was? NO. He didn't even bother to go take a look to see how she was!! I snatched the bag from him, gave him my best "uppercrust English accent", glared at him and said, "Im sure that is fine with you?" He nodded and i stormed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly dont know how effective that was since I looked like I kena langar by lorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed back up and within minutes the ambulance came. I asked if she wanted me to stay with her and she said, "yes please." So I stayed with her... the paramedics all tot it was so strange that an absolute stranger would be staying with her... But I din care.. As long as she wanted me around, I would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I held her hand as they wheeled her into the hospital, and I waited while the doctor treated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in to see her and she hugged me and cried so hard. Im glad I stayed for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left when they told me that her daughter was on her way and they had to wheel her into observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I felt that people all thought I was strange and absolutely K.P.O. for staying with the lady. But I felt that all I was doing was what I would want anyone to do for my mum, should she ever need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was just supposed to just have a very normal, relaxing facial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1271693067680709644?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1271693067680709644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1271693067680709644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1271693067680709644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1271693067680709644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-just-going-for-facial.html' title='I Was Just Going for a Facial!!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1217105058176784264</id><published>2007-12-25T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T11:59:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jingjingjing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1217105058176784264?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1217105058176784264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1217105058176784264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1217105058176784264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1217105058176784264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5402996153148743137</id><published>2007-12-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T10:46:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Goddess</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know I'm no Greek Goddess... (Mebbe Geek Goddess? ;p wahahaha....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear Greece is BEAUTIFUL! :) I can see why the Ancient Greeks would have felt such a connection to the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, its the colour blue that left a huge impression on me. The sky is a crazy blue. Its just so BLUE. And the water.. amazingly BLUE. Their houses... painted bright white with blue trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have ever loved the colour blue so much until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok.. enough gushing and back to ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I have to explain about Ricky, a tour leader of a S'porean tour group whom we met on board. He gave us tips on where to go and what to do while in Athens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on our first day in Athens, we headed down to Plaka square and had dinner and did alittle souvenir shopping. And who do we bump into but Ricky with his tour group! Such a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day Two, we joined a cruise to the three islands of Poros, Hydra and Aegina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we boarded the ship, who do we bump into... but Ricky and the S'porean tourists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez! Fated or WAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he took us under his wing and it was really quite funny, mixing with all the Auntie/Uncle types... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our final day, we explored the Acropolis and marveled at the ancient architecture. I felt such a sense of awe... touching walls and walking on steps where people used to walk thousands of years ago... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Greece so much I made Angie swear to me that we will both do an Athens together and make arrangments to stay at the island of Santorini. I can't wait!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Athens! Day One...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c05cpwnJI/AAAAAAAABXo/mR1_L8v33cA/s1600-h/Picture+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145139260842613906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c05cpwnJI/AAAAAAAABXo/mR1_L8v33cA/s400/Picture+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c058pwnKI/AAAAAAAABXw/nu8GvKZnlpQ/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145139269432548514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c058pwnKI/AAAAAAAABXw/nu8GvKZnlpQ/s400/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy lunch of Greek-style Risotto. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c0QspwnHI/AAAAAAAABXY/tkqs-79u4Gs/s1600-h/Picture+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145138560762944626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c0QspwnHI/AAAAAAAABXY/tkqs-79u4Gs/s400/Picture+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five kitty cats all snuggled up in a basket!! How cute is that??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c0RMpwnII/AAAAAAAABXg/qib3QjRdaEo/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145138569352879234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c0RMpwnII/AAAAAAAABXg/qib3QjRdaEo/s400/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more for my mummy's collection. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two... To the Three Island Cruise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aiwcpwnEI/AAAAAAAABXA/PvrklH-GwUs/s1600-h/Picture+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144978577526135874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aiwcpwnEI/AAAAAAAABXA/PvrklH-GwUs/s400/Picture+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2czEcpwnFI/AAAAAAAABXI/nQh0TYrnzEA/s1600-h/Picture+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145137250797919314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2czEcpwnFI/AAAAAAAABXI/nQh0TYrnzEA/s400/Picture+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2czE8pwnGI/AAAAAAAABXQ/-0zhcJilGJE/s1600-h/Picture+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145137259387853922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2czE8pwnGI/AAAAAAAABXQ/-0zhcJilGJE/s400/Picture+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aguspwm-I/AAAAAAAABWQ/Dc1yDI8rId8/s1600-h/Picture+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144976348438109154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aguspwm-I/AAAAAAAABWQ/Dc1yDI8rId8/s400/Picture+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2agu8pwm_I/AAAAAAAABWY/vD7hoYWvs0M/s1600-h/Picture+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144976352733076466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2agu8pwm_I/AAAAAAAABWY/vD7hoYWvs0M/s400/Picture+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely views on the island of Poros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aepcpwm9I/AAAAAAAABWI/c_MvLRXOnUw/s1600-h/Picture+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144974059220540370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aepcpwm9I/AAAAAAAABWI/c_MvLRXOnUw/s400/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new EU Ambassador? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c2EspwnMI/AAAAAAAABYA/blzQGZkBUZc/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145140553627770050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c2EspwnMI/AAAAAAAABYA/blzQGZkBUZc/s400/Picture+233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can u spot me? hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ad-8pwm6I/AAAAAAAABVw/PfQ_rYzGqM4/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144973329076100002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ad-8pwm6I/AAAAAAAABVw/PfQ_rYzGqM4/s400/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ad_Mpwm7I/AAAAAAAABV4/GaKPYhmx4Uo/s1600-h/Picture+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144973333371067314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ad_Mpwm7I/AAAAAAAABV4/GaKPYhmx4Uo/s400/Picture+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ac0spwm3I/AAAAAAAABVY/S_NpRyAWovs/s1600-h/Picture+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144972053470813042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ac0spwm3I/AAAAAAAABVY/S_NpRyAWovs/s400/Picture+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ac1Mpwm4I/AAAAAAAABVg/3jPbgq02fNo/s1600-h/Picture+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144972062060747650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ac1Mpwm4I/AAAAAAAABVg/3jPbgq02fNo/s400/Picture+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c2EMpwnLI/AAAAAAAABX4/tTN_aW6uaPg/s1600-h/Picture+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145140545037835442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c2EMpwnLI/AAAAAAAABX4/tTN_aW6uaPg/s400/Picture+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ac1cpwm5I/AAAAAAAABVo/N0pmtyjUq7s/s1600-h/Picture+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144972066355714962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2ac1cpwm5I/AAAAAAAABVo/N0pmtyjUq7s/s400/Picture+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite island... the island of Hydra. Absolutely picture perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aO8cpwm1I/AAAAAAAABVI/Ww6O93dO4-k/s1600-h/Picture+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144956793452010322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aO8cpwm1I/AAAAAAAABVI/Ww6O93dO4-k/s400/Picture+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aO8spwm2I/AAAAAAAABVQ/8daoMD7018M/s1600-h/Picture+257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144956797746977634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aO8spwm2I/AAAAAAAABVQ/8daoMD7018M/s400/Picture+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamming it up for the camera with our new found friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aLrspwmzI/AAAAAAAABU4/5fThQEtjx0g/s1600-h/Picture+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144953207154318130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aLrspwmzI/AAAAAAAABU4/5fThQEtjx0g/s400/Picture+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aLr8pwm0I/AAAAAAAABVA/div_w47D_6w/s1600-h/Picture+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144953211449285442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aLr8pwm0I/AAAAAAAABVA/div_w47D_6w/s400/Picture+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aLLMpwmyI/AAAAAAAABUw/ZvjJ6HktbZM/s1600-h/Picture+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144952648808569634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aLLMpwmyI/AAAAAAAABUw/ZvjJ6HktbZM/s400/Picture+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... the island of Ageina. LOVE the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our Last Day... Off To the Acropolis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c3lcpwnNI/AAAAAAAABYI/C1QiDRoW2t4/s1600-h/Picture+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145142215780113618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c3lcpwnNI/AAAAAAAABYI/C1QiDRoW2t4/s400/Picture+293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aJBcpwmxI/AAAAAAAABUo/-YVOiAQ9EIU/s1600-h/Picture+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144950282281589522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aJBcpwmxI/AAAAAAAABUo/-YVOiAQ9EIU/s400/Picture+297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aJA8pwmwI/AAAAAAAABUg/TCV3ur1dnlQ/s1600-h/Picture+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144950273691654914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aJA8pwmwI/AAAAAAAABUg/TCV3ur1dnlQ/s400/Picture+299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtaking views of Athens from the Acropolis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aIOcpwmvI/AAAAAAAABUY/gT04FTfj_-Y/s1600-h/Picture+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144949406108261106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aIOcpwmvI/AAAAAAAABUY/gT04FTfj_-Y/s400/Picture+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aIOMpwmuI/AAAAAAAABUQ/2sc87kDna4E/s1600-h/Picture+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144949401813293794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aIOMpwmuI/AAAAAAAABUQ/2sc87kDna4E/s400/Picture+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aHK8pwmsI/AAAAAAAABUA/eVRqOi2epes/s1600-h/Picture+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144948246467091138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aHK8pwmsI/AAAAAAAABUA/eVRqOi2epes/s400/Picture+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Parthenon. Ain't she grand? Shame about the scaffolding everywhere though... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aHLMpwmtI/AAAAAAAABUI/6zlHMB6OzQg/s1600-h/Picture+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144948250762058450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aHLMpwmtI/AAAAAAAABUI/6zlHMB6OzQg/s400/Picture+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Erechtheion's Porch of Maidens. Absolutely lovely... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aGCcpwmqI/AAAAAAAABTw/qWjoHHamoQ0/s1600-h/Picture+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144947000926575266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aGCcpwmqI/AAAAAAAABTw/qWjoHHamoQ0/s400/Picture+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aGC8pwmrI/AAAAAAAABT4/T3PBLsL7jEk/s1600-h/Picture+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144947009516509874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2aGC8pwmrI/AAAAAAAABT4/T3PBLsL7jEk/s400/Picture+338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ominous clouds overhead! Some last shots just before it started to pour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c3l8pwnOI/AAAAAAAABYQ/9PLL-Va4-B0/s1600-h/Picture+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145142224370048226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c3l8pwnOI/AAAAAAAABYQ/9PLL-Va4-B0/s400/Picture+342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeking shelter at a cafe and enjoying tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c8iMpwnPI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZG0cL-ZSk2Q/s1600-h/Picture+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145147657503677682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c8iMpwnPI/AAAAAAAABYY/ZG0cL-ZSk2Q/s400/Picture+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's so apt that their flag is white and blue... Somehow its just fits. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anyway you know me and wierd men? Yeah well... apparently it happens to me anywhere in the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently one of the cruise performers had taken a shine to me.. he kept mouthing "I Love You" to me from across the dance floor while I tried my best to just smile and not cringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know its fine if he was some handsome Greek God. But well... it's me. So I have no such luck. Truth be told... he was fat, short and not exactly good-looking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After managing to avoid him for most of the trip, I was finally cornered at the end of the day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With his arm around my waist he pulled me against him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tonight...", he drawled. "We make sexy love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WhhaaHhhT?!" I recoiled back in horror and tried desperately to squirm out of his grasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You don't like?" He pouted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No..NO!" I probably looked green in the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He let me go then and proceeded to looked hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave him a shakey grin and fled back to my friends to report the horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a good laugh at my expense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh. *pui*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5402996153148743137?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5402996153148743137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5402996153148743137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5402996153148743137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5402996153148743137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/12/greek-goddess.html' title='Greek Goddess'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2c05cpwnJI/AAAAAAAABXo/mR1_L8v33cA/s72-c/Picture+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1073755493939658482</id><published>2007-12-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:37:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone, Meet Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2FQWcNMnEI/AAAAAAAABTo/bUj_hoURkA8/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143480595892706370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2FQWcNMnEI/AAAAAAAABTo/bUj_hoURkA8/s400/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's sweetie pie Ashley still kicking inside my sis's tummy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't she the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear she is gonna be a heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1073755493939658482?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1073755493939658482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1073755493939658482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1073755493939658482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1073755493939658482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/12/everyone-meet-ashley.html' title='Everyone, Meet Ashley'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R2FQWcNMnEI/AAAAAAAABTo/bUj_hoURkA8/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-1081167948746088601</id><published>2007-12-11T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:20:26.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honkie Ponkies</title><content type='html'>I went to Hong Kong and spent a day at Ocean Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok... i know this was almost a month ago but sorry la... no time to post pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oei. you people have no idea how much hard work blogging is ok...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... I had already burnt a gigantic hole in my pocket while in San Francisco so I decided to boycott shopping while I was in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested Ocean Park, much to the disdane of my "cooler" colleagues... but I dun care! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest went clubbing at &lt;em&gt;Lan Kwai Fong&lt;/em&gt; , I go Ocean Park! *whee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rustled up fellow like-minded buddies and we had such a crazy time! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, rampaging adults going mad at silly game stalls is a very scary thing. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hong Kong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13SQ8NMm8I/AAAAAAAABSs/Lxz717tej2Y/s1600-h/DSCF2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142497538008193986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13SQ8NMm8I/AAAAAAAABSs/Lxz717tej2Y/s400/DSCF2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Hong Kong's Avenue of the Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R15H1cNMnCI/AAAAAAAABTY/n10zBDWt6_Y/s1600-h/DSCF2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142626807933869090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R15H1cNMnCI/AAAAAAAABTY/n10zBDWt6_Y/s400/DSCF2735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siow Ling and I filming a passionate scene. Wahaha.. (tat's me in the dress ravishing her, by the way.. ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13Ro8NMm5I/AAAAAAAABSU/AV3Qw729csY/s1600-h/DSC04301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142496850813426578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13Ro8NMm5I/AAAAAAAABSU/AV3Qw729csY/s400/DSC04301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love their mango pudding! In one night, we went from Sweet Dynasty.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13RsMNMm6I/AAAAAAAABSc/fnM46f_0xKQ/s1600-h/DSC04345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142496906648001442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13RsMNMm6I/AAAAAAAABSc/fnM46f_0xKQ/s400/DSC04345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Hui Lau Shan! *yum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ocean Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13Ru8NMm7I/AAAAAAAABSk/BI4_sUVege4/s1600-h/DSCF2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13Qj8NMm4I/AAAAAAAABSM/9DfGnawijOg/s1600-h/DSCF2748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142495665402452866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13Qj8NMm4I/AAAAAAAABSM/9DfGnawijOg/s400/DSCF2748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYY! OCEAN PARK! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R15H2sNMnDI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZY19lGyfgms/s1600-h/DSCF2750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142626829408705586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R15H2sNMnDI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZY19lGyfgms/s400/DSCF2750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi-fiving with Miss Panda Bear. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13QgcNMm3I/AAAAAAAABSE/exHFQyoreno/s1600-h/DSCF2770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142495605272910706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13QgcNMm3I/AAAAAAAABSE/exHFQyoreno/s400/DSCF2770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time seeing Panda Bears! I swear I was squealing in excitement the whole time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13Qc8NMm2I/AAAAAAAABR8/Wd2kB7Oi2xk/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142495545143368546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13Qc8NMm2I/AAAAAAAABR8/Wd2kB7Oi2xk/s400/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y_wsNMm0I/AAAAAAAABRs/5W1HPRzeucI/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140366130422782786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y_wsNMm0I/AAAAAAAABRs/5W1HPRzeucI/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one of the mad, rampaging adults at the game stalls... ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y_w8NMm1I/AAAAAAAABR0/L7g3tYWQ3pM/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140366134717750098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y_w8NMm1I/AAAAAAAABR0/L7g3tYWQ3pM/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this pic cute???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y-U8NMmyI/AAAAAAAABRc/xgoSs59YFZA/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140364554169785122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y-U8NMmyI/AAAAAAAABRc/xgoSs59YFZA/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142610117690956818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R144p8NMnBI/AAAAAAAABTQ/VLw48hw8yxg/s400/DSCF2789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y-UMNMmxI/AAAAAAAABRU/FQ-qPI66ssM/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140364541284883218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y-UMNMmxI/AAAAAAAABRU/FQ-qPI66ssM/s400/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we take a Cable car ride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y9RcNMmwI/AAAAAAAABRM/LRYJ2OlSnkw/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140363394528615170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y9RcNMmwI/AAAAAAAABRM/LRYJ2OlSnkw/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hitch a ride on the world's second longest outdoor escalator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R14298NMm_I/AAAAAAAABTA/oInOLYNDmjU/s1600-h/DSCF2797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142608262265084914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R14298NMm_I/AAAAAAAABTA/oInOLYNDmjU/s400/DSCF2797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R142-8NMnAI/AAAAAAAABTI/FivtyzMjPAg/s1600-h/DSCF2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142608279444954114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R142-8NMnAI/AAAAAAAABTI/FivtyzMjPAg/s400/DSCF2799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... roller coaster ride! AHH! I was NOT feeling as happy as I look in this photo. Truth be told, I was pouting the whole way in the queue. If anybody knows me, I am DISGUSTING at thrill rides. I just literally closed my eyes and didn't scream at all. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y9Q8NMmvI/AAAAAAAABRE/mFwbdl7rnQw/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140363385938680562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R1Y9Q8NMmvI/AAAAAAAABRE/mFwbdl7rnQw/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my favourite souvenir of the day, a cute pink jelly fish! *love*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice to be a kid once in a while. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-1081167948746088601?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/1081167948746088601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=1081167948746088601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1081167948746088601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/1081167948746088601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/12/honkie-ponkies.html' title='Honkie Ponkies'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R13SQ8NMm8I/AAAAAAAABSs/Lxz717tej2Y/s72-c/DSCF2742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-5866873279773970214</id><published>2007-12-05T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:34:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Of My Life...</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Athens tomorrow, so I rummaged through my closet and dusted off my suede boots, intending to give them a good airing and put them out in the sun. Afterall, the sun has been scorchingly hot these past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my boots down to the balcony last night, positioning them nicely to catch the morning rays of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't move my boots okay, Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orh..", he halfheartly replied while flipping through TV channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bounded up the stairs and curled into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to pouring rain at 8am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not stopped raining for the past 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's raining heavier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is just &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; typical of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ssiigghh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-5866873279773970214?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/5866873279773970214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=5866873279773970214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5866873279773970214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/5866873279773970214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story Of My Life...'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-275844216876386043</id><published>2007-12-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:43:58.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>I think my eyes have been opened to a whole new world of extra-martial affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't married men just stay married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it become the norm for men to f**k around even after getting married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe that marriage is still a wonderful thing... but from what I see and experience, it's hard to hold on to that belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just love your lovely wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now GO AWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-275844216876386043?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/275844216876386043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=275844216876386043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/275844216876386043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/275844216876386043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-4824377053286744978</id><published>2007-11-26T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:12:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Ron and Ter!</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Sharon's and Ter's birthday last Saturday! *whee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 14 of us gathered for dinner at our fav Chong Ching Hotpot restaurant for some super spicy steamboat! (I didn't touch the spicy &lt;em&gt;mala&lt;/em&gt; soup at all though... scared to death for my poor tonsils... ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant manager actually sang birthday songs in English, Cantonese, Hokkien and TAMIL! He was a real champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends then burped flames all the way to Zouk (I didnt eat anything spicy, so I only had cute, delicate burps.. *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say this.... I haven't been to Zouk in AGES... but GOSH IT SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was barely anyone.. I think the place only survives coz of Mambo Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was one dude sporting a weird Afro hairdo and wearing a WHITE LAB COAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude... if you haven't noticed. YOU'RE A MONTH LATE FOR HALLOWEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he thought he looked so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok... I shall stop being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my group must have been the most "beng" group Zouk has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing "5,10", shouting hokkien words and we ended up with playing cards stuck to our foreheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bouncer drew the line when he saw us sticking cards to our foreheads and roaring with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He confiscated our cards can. Like fucking secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Pooper. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; not cool enough for Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. BOYCOTT! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rk85xAGeI/AAAAAAAABQ0/l99NX6H78m0/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137170059919104482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rk85xAGeI/AAAAAAAABQ0/l99NX6H78m0/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rk9ZxAGfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/x1fNnXzpB90/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137170068509039090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rk9ZxAGfI/AAAAAAAABQ8/x1fNnXzpB90/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a group of just 8.. we have grown to 14 of us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rjkZxAGdI/AAAAAAAABQs/GCuSXUUnQ0Q/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137168539500681682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rjkZxAGdI/AAAAAAAABQs/GCuSXUUnQ0Q/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boy and Girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And On to Zouk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rir5xAGcI/AAAAAAAABQk/SnibVu9otb4/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137167568838072770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rir5xAGcI/AAAAAAAABQk/SnibVu9otb4/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multicoloured concoctions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rXypxAGaI/AAAAAAAABQY/HhPl4w6eyV4/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137155590174284194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rXypxAGaI/AAAAAAAABQY/HhPl4w6eyV4/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mwJpxAGXI/AAAAAAAABQA/Npu60oTTQUE/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830529869453682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mwJpxAGXI/AAAAAAAABQA/Npu60oTTQUE/s400/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rWyJxAGZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/s0YCGG-2bcc/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137154482072721810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rWyJxAGZI/AAAAAAAABQQ/s0YCGG-2bcc/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mwKJxAGYI/AAAAAAAABQI/WEDpq4tkmvo/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830538459388290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mwKJxAGYI/AAAAAAAABQI/WEDpq4tkmvo/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0murpxAGUI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ve5eXuki-bg/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136828914961750338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0murpxAGUI/AAAAAAAABPo/Ve5eXuki-bg/s400/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whoring! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mwJZxAGWI/AAAAAAAABP4/jFj2M4jQDZk/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830525574486370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mwJZxAGWI/AAAAAAAABP4/jFj2M4jQDZk/s400/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing "Indian Poker"! ahahaha.. so cute the boys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mtUJxAGRI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7nUIxkqU7bw/s1600-h/Picture+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827411723196690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mtUJxAGRI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7nUIxkqU7bw/s400/Picture+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mtWpxAGSI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lj5175w3CMY/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827454672869666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mtWpxAGSI/AAAAAAAABPY/Lj5175w3CMY/s400/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flaming Lambos for the birthday boy and girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0murZxAGTI/AAAAAAAABPg/eZA49M5mIro/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136828910666783026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0murZxAGTI/AAAAAAAABPg/eZA49M5mIro/s400/Picture+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a hug from Jem for a job well done. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mtTZxAGQI/AAAAAAAABPI/FFzDlS41FWw/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827398838294786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0mtTZxAGQI/AAAAAAAABPI/FFzDlS41FWw/s400/Picture+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a Victory sign from me! Poor Ron.. heehee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday! And remember Ron... We LOVE you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-4824377053286744978?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/4824377053286744978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=4824377053286744978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4824377053286744978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/4824377053286744978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-to-ron-and-ter.html' title='Happy Birthday to Ron and Ter!'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R0rk85xAGeI/AAAAAAAABQ0/l99NX6H78m0/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2927711688087395668</id><published>2007-11-15T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:12:14.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Nights and Quiet Dreams</title><content type='html'>Actually... It's just that my life has been very quiet, since I got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of lying in bed reading... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles were aching after a full day's work yesterday. Shows I've been out of action for awhile ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Jem to catch the Super Import Nights at the Expo. As usual, the men all &lt;em&gt;SWARMED&lt;/em&gt; whenever a car model appeared (Yes, I mean around the girl, not the car...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem disappeared from my side more than a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*angry glare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the VERY last match played at the Singapore National Stadium. Singapore vs. Tajikistan (2-0) (Where the hell is Tajikistan anyway?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the Stadium and the Kallang Roar... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzyJu5xAGNI/AAAAAAAABOw/NcxIi-90mEQ/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133129114168858834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzyJu5xAGNI/AAAAAAAABOw/NcxIi-90mEQ/s400/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time with my darling Joshie too. Playing race cars, watching Thomas the Engine (he watched, I snoozed) and bringing him to play with paints at the arts &amp;amp; crafts store....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzyJvJxAGOI/AAAAAAAABO4/MAk4MIKBMwg/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133129118463826146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzyJvJxAGOI/AAAAAAAABO4/MAk4MIKBMwg/s400/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... maybe my life hasn't been that quiet afterall... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzyKLJxAGPI/AAAAAAAABPA/9pebP85Bn3c/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133129599500163314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzyKLJxAGPI/AAAAAAAABPA/9pebP85Bn3c/s400/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2927711688087395668?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2927711688087395668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2927711688087395668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2927711688087395668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2927711688087395668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiet-nights-and-quiet-dreams.html' title='Quiet Nights and Quiet Dreams'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzyJu5xAGNI/AAAAAAAABOw/NcxIi-90mEQ/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-18951794303244231</id><published>2007-11-09T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:13:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Romps</title><content type='html'>I was hanging out with the gang at Cafe Del Mar the day before I got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We totally loved nuahing on the bed under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up taking some really explicit pics with Angie which I dun think I shall post. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem was so excitied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it started getting really creepy when the boys started directing the positions we should be in while Jem clicked away on the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still.. the waiters were hanging around watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie and I freaked out and put a stop to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C.D.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdDnLnOzI/AAAAAAAABNw/XYOiZnCaL0U/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130757823376341810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdDnLnOzI/AAAAAAAABNw/XYOiZnCaL0U/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdgXLnO1I/AAAAAAAABOA/SWBYXS-sBZc/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130758317297580882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdgXLnO1I/AAAAAAAABOA/SWBYXS-sBZc/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdEHLnO0I/AAAAAAAABN4/QJqnrWEOcWw/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130757831966276418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdEHLnO0I/AAAAAAAABN4/QJqnrWEOcWw/s400/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdgnLnO2I/AAAAAAAABOI/Ljy7DhkPrZA/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130758321592548194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdgnLnO2I/AAAAAAAABOI/Ljy7DhkPrZA/s400/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdhHLnO3I/AAAAAAAABOQ/g5vRbPyNjpE/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130758330182482802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdhHLnO3I/AAAAAAAABOQ/g5vRbPyNjpE/s400/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQf1nLnO5I/AAAAAAAABOg/cnPCWOqXVvI/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130760881393056658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQf1nLnO5I/AAAAAAAABOg/cnPCWOqXVvI/s400/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQf1HLnO4I/AAAAAAAABOY/RXjVCR5App4/s1600-h/DSC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130760872803122050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQf1HLnO4I/AAAAAAAABOY/RXjVCR5App4/s400/DSC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-18951794303244231?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/18951794303244231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=18951794303244231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/18951794303244231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/18951794303244231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/11/bed-romps.html' title='Bed Romps'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/RzQdDnLnOzI/AAAAAAAABNw/XYOiZnCaL0U/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-619244279722813877</id><published>2007-11-07T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:22:49.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Tonsils Are No Fun</title><content type='html'>Yes you read right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been terribly sick the past five days, with a soaring temp of 39.6 Degrees and the worst pain ever from my bi-annual bout of Tonsilitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even have the strength to sit up for more than 10 mins at a stretch over the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I coughed up blood. Apparently my tonsils started to bleed. Sorry for being so graphic.... I need to share my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; very painful. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like one of those dying victims on some bad HK drama. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the docs today. My hair was a disheveled mess and I din give a rat's ass how I looked. And I know I looked so bad coz a badly disfigured woman stared at me as she walked by while I was sitting outside the clinic. I stared back at her, a figure of abject misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been given strict orders to rest for another 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dar, for &lt;em&gt;sayang&lt;/em&gt;-ing me and sponging me down when I was practically about to set my clothes on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dear girls for constantly badgering me on whether I feel better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to God this ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means no more BBQ chicken wings, sambal stingray/sotong, spicy &lt;em&gt;Orh Luak&lt;/em&gt; and satay for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-619244279722813877?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/619244279722813877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=619244279722813877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/619244279722813877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/619244279722813877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/11/bleeding-tonsils-are-no-fun.html' title='Bleeding Tonsils Are No Fun'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15668015.post-2905455543194154437</id><published>2007-11-02T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:50:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bites</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for Keong to finish work when I got the biggest mosquito bite right between my eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It swelled and turned a furious, angry red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also turned furious and angry at the mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of ALL DAYS, I decided not to bring any makeup with me, so I had NOTHING to conceal the redness with. (I'm &lt;em&gt;hiao&lt;/em&gt;. So sue me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset. VERY upset. I was convinced I looked like the elephant woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inconsolable. Jem hugged me and told me it wasnt so bad. I stamped my foot and pouted and threw a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem then got irritated and in an exasperated voice told me, "It's JUST a mosquito bite! You look FINE! Aiyah if you're ugly I wun love you already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my head off his shoulder and stared at him with a quivering lower lip and eyes as big as saucers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean if I'm ugly you won't love me anymore??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAILL!!!! *stomp feet* *throw fit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared at me for a full 20 seconds, wondering what the hell he said wrong this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST felt sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women as so dangerous when they're uspet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15668015-2905455543194154437?l=somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/feeds/2905455543194154437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15668015&amp;postID=2905455543194154437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2905455543194154437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15668015/posts/default/2905455543194154437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somethingaboutgeri.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-bites.html' title='Love Bites'/><author><name>Geri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874507338809379549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sPktCT3nav4/R7KrMj8Kw5I/AAAAAAAABdM/sLB8m-cIUEI/S220/_DSC0001+(2).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
